<?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-9175917738365756575</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:50:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Messy Dustbin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1829945322600198251</id><published>2012-01-12T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:18:32.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Fatihah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSen_fPVTQg/Tw8DKFXbJJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pLXduDpTGJ0/s1600/Anum%2BWedding%2BReception%2B130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSen_fPVTQg/Tw8DKFXbJJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pLXduDpTGJ0/s320/Anum%2BWedding%2BReception%2B130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696775525420967058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo taken from my cousin &lt;a href="http://ihsankhairir.blogspot.com/2012/01/al-fatihah-allahyarham-atok-yah.html"&gt;Ihsan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 days ago, on Monday, 11:37 pm, my beloved grandmother whom all of us refer to as Tok Yah finally bid farewell to the world after making it a better and more beautiful place for almost 80 years. For all the people that she met, all the lives that she touches, of her sons, daughters, grand children, she is closest to the best person one can have as a mother and as a grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to write more than this but I just cant. Allah knows how much I missed her. She used to look after me when we first moved to Muar, back when we didnt have a house, she was the one who look after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember as a child, running back from the mosque, just because I want to be the first to taste her cooking. I still remember to this day, one night when she cooked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;daging masak kicap&lt;/span&gt;, up till now, that is one of the best food I've ever eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I can do more for you, say more, but upon seeing you on your last day I just cant. It hurts, and sad, seeing a person you love so much lying there, breathing albeit artificially by a machine. Last Saturday, you are still holding my hand tight, before Atok suddenly went tachypnic and that was the last time, I can ever feel your hand warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I regret I didnt be a doctor earlier. Your words ring in my ear often. How you want me to be one. Now I am, hopefully insyallah, on my way, but there wont be you to see me. I secretly wish, one day you can see me on my wedding day, and sadly, that wont be too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant write more. Eyes swelling, words jumbling. For all i know, you bring joy to so much people, while you suffer in silent from various illnesses. I accept that Atok now is in a better place, and wont be tormented by old age and illnesses anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Al Fatihah to my Tok Yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1829945322600198251?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1829945322600198251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1829945322600198251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1829945322600198251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1829945322600198251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2012/01/al-fatihah.html' title='Al Fatihah'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LSen_fPVTQg/Tw8DKFXbJJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/pLXduDpTGJ0/s72-c/Anum%2BWedding%2BReception%2B130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2799615540503665611</id><published>2011-12-17T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T01:15:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Timeline</title><content type='html'>Enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjbgPv4dJg4/Tut8fA5fSzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/r3bszCgro0g/s1600/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjbgPv4dJg4/Tut8fA5fSzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/r3bszCgro0g/s400/Picture2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686775826744298290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2799615540503665611?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2799615540503665611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2799615540503665611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2799615540503665611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2799615540503665611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-timeline.html' title='I Hate Timeline'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OjbgPv4dJg4/Tut8fA5fSzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/r3bszCgro0g/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2398381867651539959</id><published>2011-12-14T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:34:32.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rock &amp; A Hard Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost sebulan lebih jugak aku tak update blog ni. And even before sebulan lebih tu pun bukan ada ape ape sangat pun yang aku tulis. Bosan. Sibuk mungkin. Idea pun tiada. Yang pasti menulis di blog sudah bukan lagi medium nak kongsi isi hati atau perasaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diam diam simpan sendiri lagi bagus. Dah dewasa mungkin. Hahaha geli leher dengar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam hidup ni kadang kadang susah untuk kita jadi manusia yang betul beul baik, jujur, tulus dan ikhlas. Yes, ikhlas. The last word tu yang paling penting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 bulan yang sudah ni memang antara pengalaman hidup paling hell yang pernah aku rasakan. macam tajuk yang aku tulis, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Although technically, a rock is also hard place so everything is redundant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometime we try to be as ikhlas as we can possibly be. Doing good deeds, helping others, without any needs for anyone to know or even notice. But then again macam mana if all of that backfire and in the end, we ourself are accused of being ignorant, not pulling our weight or even not doing our responsibility. When in fact, we are, heck, we even do more than ahat are required of us. Just that we dont have the  need to brag it to the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, what do we do. Be confrontational. Bagitahu semua yang kita dah buat. Or sometime, for some people, especially laidback and lazy people like me, we just go ah lantaklah. Kau tak tahu tu kau punya masalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is one of my biggest problem though. Aku malas sangat nak susah susah explain to people. You, you, you, are not really that important or significant in my life so lantaklah ape kau nak fikir pasal aku. Aku takde masa nak terang, explain, and I dont even have the need for you to like me, or the need for me to have your reckoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok cukup membebel panjang. Hidup tak susah. Aku manusia yang sangat pemalas. Aku rajin aku buat. Meaningless, sia sia, tak bermakna aku malas. Dan aku jujur. Aku suka aku cakap. Benda tak betul aku cakap. Tak perlu jadi pencacai jilat bontot jadi hipokrit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baik hidup bahagia jadi diri sendiri dari mencacai jadi apa yang orang lain nak kau jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam Pak Kordi cakap. Biar hidup tak berduit dari hidup tak berprinsip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2398381867651539959?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2398381867651539959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2398381867651539959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2398381867651539959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2398381867651539959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/12/rock-hard-place.html' title='A Rock &amp; A Hard Place'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-611985272149977996</id><published>2011-10-24T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:50:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blog cuti rehat lama sebab aku baru balik dari misi kemanusiaan tolong orang susah kat Afrika. Macam macam dah berubah kat dunia ni rupanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah malas tulis banyak, nak sambung tengok kartun Avatar balik. Nasib dunia dalam tangan diorang ni. Best gila kartun ni kalaulah aku boleh jadi airbender ke earth bender ke macam diorang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat Hari Deepavali buat rakan rakan yang menyambut Deepavali. Jumpa lagi dalam 2 hingga 4 bulan kemudian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-611985272149977996?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/611985272149977996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=611985272149977996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/611985272149977996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/611985272149977996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuti.html' title='Cuti'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2096312282375715574</id><published>2011-06-10T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:23:42.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Clearance Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stock Clearance Pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfJaP9nn1ls/TfEAyiOHgBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ez9rMBGmOtM/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfJaP9nn1ls/TfEAyiOHgBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ez9rMBGmOtM/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271078487195666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPfeH-gAjYM/TfEAyVm9MYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Ywvjpqgve10/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPfeH-gAjYM/TfEAyVm9MYI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Ywvjpqgve10/s320/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271075101716866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCP4dbGV99w/TfEAx5fqvDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0ZX3QqyED94/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCP4dbGV99w/TfEAx5fqvDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0ZX3QqyED94/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271067554954290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6jzForqqww/TfEAxZ8ihoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FI8JL6RyVOM/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6jzForqqww/TfEAxZ8ihoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FI8JL6RyVOM/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271059086116482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOtW0T2OpzE/TfEAwyrKv5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/am4ZV2Wof1g/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOtW0T2OpzE/TfEAwyrKv5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/am4ZV2Wof1g/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616271048544272274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oj0HJgI_7XI/TfD_bDTy06I/AAAAAAAAAXs/GC29ltsGbrE/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oj0HJgI_7XI/TfD_bDTy06I/AAAAAAAAAXs/GC29ltsGbrE/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269575540888482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpqZPquZxNk/TfD_a4uuzvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fzGS9AJNZsk/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cpqZPquZxNk/TfD_a4uuzvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/fzGS9AJNZsk/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269572701081330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZg1Bc5LFWA/TfD_WvZK0JI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fMRYys8AOOM/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZg1Bc5LFWA/TfD_WvZK0JI/AAAAAAAAAXc/fMRYys8AOOM/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269501475246226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBKZ3S1_iDM/TfD_WZ8a5cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/s98l2sIX4bI/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aBKZ3S1_iDM/TfD_WZ8a5cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/s98l2sIX4bI/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269495717520834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp2zuBLOW9I/TfD_V7DMClI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zPLYAmfV3N8/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp2zuBLOW9I/TfD_V7DMClI/AAAAAAAAAXM/zPLYAmfV3N8/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616269487424408146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2096312282375715574?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2096312282375715574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2096312282375715574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2096312282375715574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2096312282375715574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/06/stock-clearance-pic.html' title='Stock Clearance Pic'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfJaP9nn1ls/TfEAyiOHgBI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ez9rMBGmOtM/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1231491167286983476</id><published>2011-06-10T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T01:07:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon Stock Clearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;*Picture will come later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Dealing method: COD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Location: Kuala Lumpur-Melaka-Johor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Contact method/details: 012-3572367/cicadasx@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Nikon D60 (body)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Bought : Early 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Price : RM 900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Condition : 8.5/10 (come with straps and 4g card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Comment : I'll give it a 9 actually as I take really good care of my items. Hardly a scratch anywhere, none actually. Shutter count around 20k-25k.Missing the hotshoe but I can replace it if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Personal warranty 1 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-105MM F/3.5-5.6G ED VR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Price : RM 700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Bought : September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Condition : 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Comment : Although bought last year, hardly used as I always stick with my 35mm. In great quality with only fading Nikon word on the cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Personal warranty 1 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;* If buy the body with 18-105, im willing to sell at RM1500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Nikon AF-S Nikkor 35mm 1:1.8G DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Price : RM 700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Bought : September 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Condition : 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Comment : The picture quality need no explaining. Sharp, fast and silent. 10/10 but for the fading Nikon sign on the cap I give it a 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Personal warranty 1 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Nissin Di622&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Price : RM 250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Bought : 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Condition : 8/10 (missing the stand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Comment : Appearance is still good, scratchless. I'll give also a batt charger and the battery if you want. Cant remember its brand though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Lifetime warranty by Bagman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;BP02-A03M MOCHA BROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Price : RM 150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Bought : 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Condition : 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Comment : Hardly used as I have other bags. Keep due to sentimental value but kinda need money so need to sell now. Still in good condition and appearance is 9/10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Lifetime warranty by Bagman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Water repellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Front and inner zip pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Detachable and adjustable shoulder strap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Side carry handles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;STD 450×220x250mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1231491167286983476?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1231491167286983476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1231491167286983476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1231491167286983476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1231491167286983476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/06/nikon-stock-clearance.html' title='Nikon Stock Clearance'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6994798911295531504</id><published>2011-06-04T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:32:04.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing Paling Comel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Paling comel dalam rumah aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Last Tuesday aku terjumpa 4 ekor anak kucing kat bawah kereta yang nampak macam terbuang tapi macam sihat. Thinking that mesti ada mak dia so aku biarkan ajelah. But esoknya, dah banyak semut geget geget anak kucing comel ni so my friends decided to kidnap makhluk comel ni, letak dalam kotak and bawak pegi kampus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Beberapa jam kemudian, and a trip to Mines, lengkaplah segala macam makanan, susu, carriage untuk cucing ni. See, cute sangat sampai aku jadi pelat. Kucing jadi cucing lak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tdjRGcsLpI/TeohBAU3yDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9EbNRztmwQ/s1600/DSC_8972.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tdjRGcsLpI/TeohBAU3yDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9EbNRztmwQ/s200/DSC_8972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614336186621872178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5Uz8z--dX0/TeohAoAkBkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/JgPwfFtDqCY/s1600/DSC_8971.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5Uz8z--dX0/TeohAoAkBkI/AAAAAAAAAWI/JgPwfFtDqCY/s200/DSC_8971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614336180094240322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 ekor kucing comel ni bernama Taucu, Baby, Loli, dan jugak Donut. Aku pun tak tau apsal ade nama taucu, donut, loli(pop). Mungkin time bagi nama ni kawan kawan aku tengah lapar. Baby yang warna putih tu, Loli yang mata macam sakit tu sebab memang die tengah sakit. Semangat terus bawak semua gi checkup kat klinik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After ditimbang, bagi ubat, cek itu ini, bagi ubat cacing and termuntah berak semua, macam dah sihat sikit and active balik semua makhluk comel ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iNjX-iW3KA/TeohAZbG1UI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nsFFovPgx_0/s1600/DSC_8970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iNjX-iW3KA/TeohAZbG1UI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nsFFovPgx_0/s200/DSC_8970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614336176179041602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7H5SPqdCSo/Teog_38-yFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l3pg6nQpTbg/s1600/DSC_8969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7H5SPqdCSo/Teog_38-yFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/l3pg6nQpTbg/s200/DSC_8969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614336167194314834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baby dan Loli betina kot. Tu yang depan 2 ekor camwhoring habis tu. Taucu kat kanan Loli and Donut kiri baby tu is jantan. Taucu macho suka tak tidur jaga adik adik lain tidur. Baby paling manja sebab tu nama dia baby. Loli paling bising sebab tu bila dia sakit diam je semua jadi risau. Donut selalu kena kacau dan buli dengan Baby, sampai calar idung dan telinga dia. Ah comelnya mereka ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mula mula jumpa 3 ekor je, Taucu tak jumpa. Lepas cari cari dalam longkang jumpalah Taucu digeget semut. After masuk kan dalam carriage yang lain terus datang peluk and jilat jilat Taucu. Oh so sweeeeet. Sekali lagi : Ah comelnya mereka ni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl9BgoHLniU/Teog_sE67SI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4VhyIIVaB7o/s1600/DSC_8968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yl9BgoHLniU/Teog_sE67SI/AAAAAAAAAVw/4VhyIIVaB7o/s200/DSC_8968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614336164006391074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best betul ade kucing comel ni. Time nak exam camni la ade kucing datang pulak. Tapi tak kisahlah mane tau dapat berkat sikit kot, pahala lebih haha. Mmmuahhxx sayang kucing ini semua haha. Geli geleman ayat macam gay-ish pulak. Dahla beli carriage kucing warna pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, kucing, doakan aku nak exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9175917738365756575-6994798911295531504?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6994798911295531504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6994798911295531504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6994798911295531504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6994798911295531504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/06/kucing-paling-comel.html' title='Kucing Paling Comel'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tdjRGcsLpI/TeohBAU3yDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9EbNRztmwQ/s72-c/DSC_8972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1688040125095742564</id><published>2011-05-29T19:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:05:27.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive Champions League Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ceh exclusive konon padahal semua gambar cedok. Congrats to Barca for showing their prowess yet once again. Man Utd also do theirself some justice with their performance. But in the end of the day, the best team won, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4I1aHCEXb4/TeIygiIRtyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LCJoafP4N-A/s1600/MG_8588-copy1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 199px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612100746626446258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Acbjg_ZVc0Q/TeIv5RZfs7I/AAAAAAAAATU/w8atKn6JhJE/s200/ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 107px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612103620155782946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4I1aHCEXb4/TeIygiIRtyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LCJoafP4N-A/s200/MG_8588-copy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 133px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101175026143330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-okGgm1KI6OY/TeIwSNT8UGI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zIXvwGEYU9w/s200/Rooney%2Bboot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             Official match ball, and official boots by the Nike players from both team.&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 141px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612102869173065570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3TdCxR3_C4/TeIx00gC12I/AAAAAAAAAVM/19oBG9t4QHs/s200/3487980248-28052011231218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKTZIWeB7H8/TeIx0b-GCmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SYObLWCZYj8/s1600/2695778710-28052011233118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 145px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612102862588217954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKTZIWeB7H8/TeIx0b-GCmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SYObLWCZYj8/s200/2695778710-28052011233118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 140px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612102858866037426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLkojnlgpY4/TeIx0OGqErI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4hI7etfUVZM/s200/2117848927-28052011233101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVRjBOOpFI/TeIwLoTtyDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/W223V1FQu_s/s1600/final.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 137px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101062013863986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVRjBOOpFI/TeIwLoTtyDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/W223V1FQu_s/s200/final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell Van Der Sar. Last game ever in top flight football.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMAYy6V9MnU/TeIwLXOhyXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-X_vfctIW0c/s1600/dejec.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 140px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101057428703602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XMAYy6V9MnU/TeIwLXOhyXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-X_vfctIW0c/s200/dejec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBlLkU2v2po/TeIwLcDKZfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZjqUwwqdyVw/s1600/console.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 180px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101058723210738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBlLkU2v2po/TeIwLcDKZfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZjqUwwqdyVw/s200/console.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 127px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612102866483212802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GByQf7T6-c/TeIx0qeu8gI/AAAAAAAAAVE/mRlRwxiLpyM/s200/3301257456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rooney consoling Chicharito while Ferguson chose to distance himself. Still merenung nasib.&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;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;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 146px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612100750577106162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zjE2l0jj0NQ/TeIv5gHZ_PI/AAAAAAAAATk/SBDYTxohCOE/s200/3902561595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unwanted 2nd place parade.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3196H9woeI8/TeIv54Ltc6I/AAAAAAAAATs/xP2Gk6G7DrA/s1600/All.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 138px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101068281178066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGXdli7lO-c/TeIwL_p9Z9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/UrIQ88hwN7Q/s200/messi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 146px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612101170882045922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrVoUh8CuRE/TeIwR936Z-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/P5m2vpby7oM/s200/Pep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 123px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612100757037609890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3196H9woeI8/TeIv54Ltc6I/AAAAAAAAATs/xP2Gk6G7DrA/s200/All.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiVqiu2shHM/TeIv5oTSFII/AAAAAAAAATc/X8li35_e9-8/s1600/2241018050.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 134px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612100752774403202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiVqiu2shHM/TeIv5oTSFII/AAAAAAAAATc/X8li35_e9-8/s200/2241018050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 162px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612102864680495762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNliumm8wL4/TeIx0jw7qpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/a93DPfkgcio/s200/2791905304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 154px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612103014679348098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmwaKUlN5wg/TeIx9Sjcg4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/8e-1LOHEi2o/s200/3642597596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila Liverpool nak masuk balik Champions League ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1688040125095742564?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1688040125095742564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1688040125095742564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1688040125095742564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1688040125095742564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/05/exclusive-champions-league-report.html' title='Exclusive Champions League Report'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Acbjg_ZVc0Q/TeIv5RZfs7I/AAAAAAAAATU/w8atKn6JhJE/s72-c/ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2965977959617008343</id><published>2011-05-28T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T04:04:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baca balik entry lama ni memang best. Boleh pulak berjam jam baca benda bodoh ni padahal satu hari nak habis 2 notes pun susah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"2 of my friends, we are on our way to get something to eat, and decided to stop at Maybank to withdraw some money. Zulfi and Boan. Soon the 2 of them were out of the car, lining up in the bank, and I followed through. Zulfi was there first, he lined up at the ATM and Boan was waiting behind his back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After several seconds, Zulfi still couldn't withdrew his money, he checked his card, looked at Boan. Boan looked at him back, suggesting of ideas and ways to get it right. Zulfi tried again, and failed again. The two of them were looking at each other worryingly. They need to withdrew some money. Then Zulfi drew a heavy breath, looked around, before simply backing away from the cheque deposits machine. Boan followed silently. Looking as cool as they could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at the corner, trying to hold a laughter in the name of friendship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kah kah kah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last present untuk kawan kawan lama. Kawan lamaaa!! Macam kat power pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e014ee37337e0d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e014ee37337e0d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330033966%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68206ABE9CBFB3AC88A87CE95A8A7A2A00394E4C.72B3A258850F7621795C243954A5118E7C201AF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e014ee37337e0d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6wW64nR9zfxMXtmBYxUT_zptx1Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e014ee37337e0d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330033966%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68206ABE9CBFB3AC88A87CE95A8A7A2A00394E4C.72B3A258850F7621795C243954A5118E7C201AF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e014ee37337e0d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6wW64nR9zfxMXtmBYxUT_zptx1Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, kah kah kah muda siot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2965977959617008343?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2965977959617008343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2965977959617008343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2965977959617008343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2965977959617008343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/05/hahahahaha.html' title='Hahahahaha'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6960592820359624729</id><published>2011-05-27T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:11:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cepatlah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC6XTaSrZN4"&gt;MBB - Bas Cirit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang best gila. Berapa kali dah aku tengok benda alah ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best gelak gelak time bosan macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-6960592820359624729?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6960592820359624729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6960592820359624729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6960592820359624729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6960592820359624729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/05/cepatlah.html' title='Cepatlah'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-9066026661508397803</id><published>2011-04-07T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:32:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time Management is essential for everyone. More or less a medical student like I am. Which slaves over books, notes and more notes. Thus, it is important for me to keep track of the amount of time I spend daily and not to indulge in overt time wasting activity like the Net. Especially Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not. This is as true as saying Sarah Palin is the equivalent of Einstein. Or Cyberheights Villa management is the most efficient and friendly in the world. Or fricking foreigners in here are the most law abiding drivers. They dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spend my day pouring over Memes. Form Cheezeburgerz sites, to Failbook, Failblog dan macam macam lagi. From Memebase, to Demotivational sampailah ke our very own Blogserius. The amount of time I spend surfing and reading these sorts of things can make me graduate Med school in a record 2 years I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem is, not many people do read, or appreciate this sort of crude, Net jokes I guess. Thus I have no one to share with. No one to collaborate trolling. God I love trolling. If only I have an accomplice. Problem is, to find people who can even speak the same limbo is hard in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pawned, facepalm, LOL, gusta, lol guy, forever alone, cereal guy, paranoid parrot, insanity wolf, challenge accepted, dan macam macam lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok esok pagi ada exam then class, so why am I still buang masa at Memebase ni. Internet jahat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can I finish reading all this week notes by 2 am dan tidur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Challenge accepted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, confirm tak kan berjaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-9066026661508397803?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/9066026661508397803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=9066026661508397803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9066026661508397803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9066026661508397803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-management.html' title='Time Management'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2995419332620726385</id><published>2011-04-02T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T17:42:58.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Crick* *Crick*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well 3 months tak tulis blog ni. Guess I've been really busy maybe, or maybe, &lt;i&gt;mundane&lt;/i&gt;, bosan dan tiada mood sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its weekend and im stuck here with oral exam, PBL report, PPD essay, 2 mind maps, not to mention kena sort notes semua for an exam 9 weeks away. Yes it is 9 weeks away api semua orang macam dah start belajar 17 tahun lepas and Im scared. Im still being me, the lazy me yang malas dan tak sedar diri dan cakap pada diri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Chillex, benda tak susah, tapi banyak je."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes it is dan kau patut tahu bila jadi banyak dia jadi susah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many weddings have I missed, even Bo punya pun. Guess at this rate, im going to miss my own wedding. At the time being, I hate weddings. Fullstop. Jangan tanya kenapa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I can change the present, hence the future, and be a totally different person. Bu it is hard when you are stuck with the past. Nak buang past tak boleh sebab you are the past. It is what makes you who you are. Gila philosophical raptor sungguh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now aku nak rajin sikit starting with rajin tulis blog sikit hikhik and as a starter, im going to do my PBL report. After 1 round of games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I remember how I used to go to Plaza Pudu, looking for clothes, teddy bear, gifts, presents. Curse you past memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2995419332620726385?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2995419332620726385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2995419332620726385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2995419332620726385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2995419332620726385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2011/04/crick-crick.html' title='*Crick* *Crick*'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6272946225839864559</id><published>2010-12-12T17:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:21:23.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yeah habis satu block lagi. This time its Nervous System. Memang nervous habis lah block ni. Had its ups and downs but thankfully I think I didnt fail a single time during this block. Things were good, not great, should have scored better tapi takpelah. Had a rough time during OSCE. Explained my case anyway, but since the one who will be judging it is someone whom I know, hated me, seems like a lost cause anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Not to mention all the bitching and talk back from people. Biarlah orang nak cakap ape, anything that make them happy, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;During my last week, final week, I spent most of the time sleeping, not studying, and another big portion of time reliving my old childhood memories. Of playing Final Fantasy. The single-best-game-ever in the whole wide world. At least to me that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Started playing FF since FF V if im not mistaken, when it is still under Nintendo, or was it I played the Emulator version in a PC. So not much of a recollection there. But then, since FF VII, the awesomeness level of the FF series started to increase, till for me the FF XI and forth. And I think im not the only one in saying that as I saw lots of forums bombarded with people saying how the FF series are not as good as it was, too sci-fi, the song arent as good, even the character and the clothing are lackey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy VII&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 421px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://playstationlifestyle.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/final-fantasy-vii-cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This is the game widely touted as THE BEST EVER in the series. In fact, it is so good that it is touted as the game that sold Playstation and spread its name throughout the world.The gameplay for this game is awesome. The world, its so vast that you can go on an adventure throughout the world, forgetting your initial mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Who ever has played this game will surely agree with me. All the Chocobo mission, fight against all the scattered Weapon, especially Ruby and Emerald which is hard as hell. Harder than the Final boss itself and one needing the Knight of Round materia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Speaking of Materia, all the collecting in itself makes it a great game. Not to mention the good character development, and I love how we can collect character as we go, meaning sometimes we can miss some character if we didnt went through the storyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The storyline.. aah. From Cloud to Zack to Sephiroth and all the others. Shocking part when Aeris died, almost made me contemplating on stop playing the game. It was that sad. Comparing materia with friends. Barrett, Tifa, Vincent and all. Watching the awesome (at that time) animation of the materia attack like bahamut, Shiva and all. No to mention how we can have endless permutation of attacking and defending means as we can equip and combined materia, creating a combo as we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Damn it is good. No wonder there are so much spin-off from the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Damn so much to tell about this game, I better stop here. Im downloading this game again because I cant wait to go home and play it. Next maybe I'll talk something about the two next installment in the series, FF VIII and FF IX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;FF IX is my most memorable FF in the series. Cant wait to start playing it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-6272946225839864559?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6272946225839864559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6272946225839864559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6272946225839864559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6272946225839864559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/12/final-fantasy.html' title='Final Fantasy'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2846344458634122484</id><published>2010-11-27T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:56:46.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lapar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lamanya tak tulis. Konon sibuk, macam dah buat macam macam. Tapi sebenarnya lagi banyak tak buat dari buat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Komputer rosak lagi. Ni yang rasa macam nak beli Mac. Jarang sikit dengar rosaknye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lapar jugak perut ni tunggu makanan. Ingatkan nak balik dah mak bapak ni tapi rupanya kat KL lagi. Duit ada, kenderaan ada, kedai makan sedap depan rumah je. Ape yang menghalang aku keluar dari mencari makan dan keseronokan ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malas. Kemalasan yang sangat sangat yang sanggup menunggu 3 jam lagi makanan sampai depan mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, mungkin sekarang jugak aku keluar sebab nak tengok Aston Villa kalahkan Arsengal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TV tengah tunjuk berita penutup Sukan Asia. Tahniah skuad negara, sebab 9 emas tu kira mantap lah tu. Kalau sukan lain yang dijangka menang emas tu dapat deliver, confirm lebih lagi. Setakat ni, inilah yang termantap seingat aku. Cuma tak best sebab kalah ranking dengan negara Thai. Kalau ada acara buat iklan paling kelakar bodoh, confirm Thailand boleh menang banyak pingat lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kenapa orang TV ni sebok sangat nak sebut konon konon betul GuangJAO. Macam bodoh je bunyik die. Tak kira la tu sebutan yang betul ke tak. Sebut GuanZHAU @ GuanZHOU sudah. Ah dia buat lagi, die sebut GuanJUU pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;China memang penipu. Dah la tuan rumah, pengadil, linesman, sampai ke makcik pakcik buat air, lap padang bla bla ko pakai orang kau, pastu bias macam haram. Pegi matilah penipu keji. Dapat ratus ratus pingat emas pun bukan ko dapat pape sebab ko tuan rumah. Negara ko still ramai lelaki dari perempuan. Padan muka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haritu aku makan cupcake sedap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harry Potter best. Noob. I've known that bertahun tahun lagi awal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Best gila movie ni kenapa takde buku pasal Harry Potter ni"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Best gila movie ni kenapa takde buku pasal Narnia ni"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sad case that our world is turning into. Mindless teenagers yang tak reti atau mahu membaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duit susut ibarat embun mengalir di pagi hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay cukup nak pergi makan. Jumpa lagi nanti bila bila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bubye, assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iklan bodoh ape ni ade orang nyanyi nyanyi DCL, DCL. News dan iklan kat Malaysia ni memang suck major ass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2846344458634122484?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2846344458634122484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2846344458634122484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2846344458634122484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2846344458634122484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/11/lapar.html' title='Lapar'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8720384735018518853</id><published>2010-10-29T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:49:49.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowowowowowo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TMpsLHWSWVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JyPCQQ2mxjM/s400/Picture1.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533354030384961874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bosan. Skipping CURE session for the umpteenth time. If CURE is a religion, i'll be cast off from it already. Glad it isnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi kena marah kaw kaw dengan Dr. Hamidah. But it was a timely reminder I guess. Thank you so much Dr. You really are a motherly figure for all of us here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more block passed, well, passed as in finished. Wont know if I passed or not. Failed the final block, hence short sem, hence money loss, equals to less time studying for Pro Exam. Shitty equation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Habis satu Block feels glad, but actually kalau boleh tak nak habis. Because finishing a block means it is nearer to our Pro Exam. Dayyum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cant life be all good and dandy with happy smiling faces everywhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe in an asylum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penat penat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumpa lagi sebulan dua nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8720384735018518853?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8720384735018518853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8720384735018518853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8720384735018518853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8720384735018518853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/10/bosan.html' title='Wowowowowowo!!'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TMpsLHWSWVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JyPCQQ2mxjM/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-7952146753051063110</id><published>2010-10-22T02:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:39:22.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell you I've set you apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming up tails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heads on the science apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just guessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Questions of science&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Science and progress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh tell me you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running in circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m going back to the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How I do wish for everything to be just right all over again. Thank God, for putting me up on my feet, slowly but yet surely. Thanks for all the support all around me for all this time. I'll do just right and I'll do right by myself. Insyallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Banyak dah fail. Sekarang kena rajin study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-7952146753051063110?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/7952146753051063110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=7952146753051063110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7952146753051063110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7952146753051063110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/10/scientist-come-up-to-meet-you-tell-you.html' title='The Scientist'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2819257951680154692</id><published>2010-10-12T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:45:52.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doakan Kak Di Selamat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the blog yang I've been reading for quite a long time is &lt;a href="http://comatosewithbraindamage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Green Apple&lt;/a&gt; blog's. Tak ingat la dari bila baca, rasanya awal awal baca dulu Kak Di belum ada Redza lagi, anak laki dia. Tapi macam dah lama sangat pulak so tak kan la. Mungkin ada tapi kecik lagi tah dah tak ingat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awal dulu Kak Di still kerja under company lain rasanya. Teringat dia selalu datang UM dan kami pernah contact contact whether through YM atau through blog. For as long that as I know her, she has been a good and great person, and also as an example to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tulisan Kak Di memang best walaupun kadang kadang ada yang censored sikit haha. But seeing how she loves her family very much, how she is so driven and comitted to work kadang kala buat aku rasa malu sangat. And her qualification, it is up there with the rest. Baca cerita yang kadang kala orang pandang rendah pada dia buat aku rasa manusia ni memang tak reti menilai orang or menilai dari luaran semata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, I am looking forward to seeing another addition in her family for quite some time. But then maybe dugaan dari Allah atau ujian, I've heard that she was admitted for some complication. Another blog reader says it is pre eclampsia with placenta previa dengan high BP lagi. Sian Kak Di. baca tulisan Abg Wan kat blog tu rasa macam sedih pun ada as if things are very critical. Tak pernah rasanya before this Abg Wan sendiri tulis kat blog tu, komen pernah la tu pun recently rasenye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray that she and also her child will both be allright, fine and healthy. Its not good hearing someone we've known, although tak la rapat mana or kenal secara nyata but still, its not good hearing bad times fallen upon them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May everything turn for the better untuk family Kak Di and I am looking forward to read her many entries for a long time to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2819257951680154692?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2819257951680154692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2819257951680154692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2819257951680154692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2819257951680154692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/10/doakan-kak-di-selamat.html' title='Doakan Kak Di Selamat'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3033931672489505262</id><published>2010-10-03T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:17:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote For Safer Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I am not in the mood to update this blog actually but seeing the ads placed sideways something just made me do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The need for having a safer Malaysian roads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its not an urban legend actually that many Malaysians are dying more on the road then anywhere else. It is not a safe place. You can be the safest driver on earth, but other people mishaps may will cost you. If not your life, then your money for all the accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Road is not the place to express yourself, either by driving way too fast, or too slow for God sake. Road is not the place to throw tantrum or temper. And road is not the place for you to multitask, talk with a friend, take a pic with your phone or camera and the one that I hate the mots, update your social network account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Just saw an accident at KM XXX God driver these days are reckless!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Via Facebook for iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then proceed to take a pic of the said incident and uploaded it to Facebook again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So please, remind yourself and your loved one, if we cant be a better person, be a better driver is enough. Flick a light, not for smoking, but flick your signal sign. One flick can goes a long way. Be more courteous on the road. Dont do onto others what you dont want to befall upon yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really wish that our roads can be a safer place for us to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To take a stand and vote for a safer roads, you can go to this site &lt;a href="http://www.mufors.org.my/"&gt;http://www.mufors.org.my/&lt;/a&gt; or just simply click the ad sideways of my blog if it is still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, for all its defect and weakness, I love my country Malaysia (&lt;i&gt;I accidentally spelled it Cuntry at first try hahaha&lt;/i&gt;). We all should learn to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3033931672489505262?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3033931672489505262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3033931672489505262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3033931672489505262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3033931672489505262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/10/vote-for-safer-roads.html' title='Vote For Safer Roads'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6941773925888871351</id><published>2010-09-29T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:49:55.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn It Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually mood nak menulis tu dah ada. Tapi malas dan banyak sangat keje nak buat sekarang ni. Sementara mood rajin sikit tengah ada ni. Kalau datang balik mood macam minggu lepas memang ape pun tak buat. Mood fail subjek nama mood tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sebab malas tapi rasa nak jugak tulis something kat blog so macam biasa, ctrl+c dan ctrl+v je lah. Lagu best ni. Lirik dia layan, lagu pun layan. Penyanyi pun boleh tahan. Jerit dia kadang kadang boleh pecah gelas jugak. Kalau dengar yang version acoustic rasa macam nak cari lighter dan hayun hayun tangan je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turn It Off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I scraped my knees while I was praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And found a demon in my safest haven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Than just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna know what it'd be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To find perfection in my pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see nothing in the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll turn it off, in all my spite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all my spite, I'll turn it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the worst part is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before it gets any better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're headed for a cliff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in the free fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will realize I'm better off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tragedy, it seems unending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're taking shortcuts and false solutions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to come out the hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I can see behind the curtain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I can see it now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wheels are cranking, turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all wrong, the way we're working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Towards a goal that's non-existent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not existent, but we just keep believing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the worst part is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before it gets any better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're headed for a cliff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in the free fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will realize I'm better off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I hit the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekian terima kasih. Nak sambung buat kerja English yang tak habis habis ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9175917738365756575-6941773925888871351?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6941773925888871351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6941773925888871351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6941773925888871351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6941773925888871351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/09/turn-it-off.html' title='Turn It Off'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-4665547802544046421</id><published>2010-09-23T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:21:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau takde idea nak tulis tajuk ape mesti nak tulis recap. Pemalas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isnin hari tu fail Haematology. No biggie, 17 orang je pun yang lulus out of 150 lebih orang. Roughly dalam 90% fail. Terbaik. Record breaker we are, yes we are indeed. Last year around 85% fail. We managed to top it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari dulu lagi memang kitorang record breaker. No failure in Behavioral Sciences before? We broke that record, and in style too. 50% failure in Pharmacology, and we up it a bit by getting 68%. And now this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay tetiba bau sedap gila dari rumah bawah. Orang bawah ni memang kejam jugak. Tiap hari masak sedap gila bau. Tak sedar ke kat atas ni rumah bujang 7 orang lelaki yang lapar macam ikan jerung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to topic, sekarang memang tengah malas gila gila belajar. Hopefully for the coming Haemato final Isnin depan boleh rajin sikit. I dont want to have my first fail for a Block. Cukup la dah fail sekali untuk weekly assessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mari doakan semoga aku lulus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak tangkap gambar cantik cantik tapi malas keluar pegi shoot anything. Seriously nak. Tapi mana nak cari masa. Selama ni memang pemalas pun. Tunggu orang ajak je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By the way, nak je join Canon or Nikon Photomarathon tahun ni tapi takde kawan nak ajak. Sepi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak edit gambar cantik cantik. Tapi Photoshop pun tak install lagi. Even kalau ada pun bukan boleh menghadap Photoshop 2,3 jam edit gamba macam dulu. Belajar editing dari internet download nota banyak gila. Tapi buat tak pernah lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Geram, jealous, sedih tengok orang lain makin maju dan maju kedepan dalam fotografi. Aku sama je. Biarlah itu rezeki dan kesungguhan diorang. Aku malas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam 20 gambar dapat 3,4 yang cantik cukuplah. Dapat lebih dari tu dah rezeki. Then edit &lt;i&gt;kaw kaw&lt;/i&gt; kasi cantik. Bukan aku tak boleh tapi malas je dan takde usaha atau kesungguhan nak cari masa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak upgrade body tukar D90 tapi macam macam hal pulak jadi. Geram kadang kadang semua dah okay tapi gambar &lt;i&gt;grainy&lt;/i&gt;, rasa colour tak cukup, bla bla bla belum lagi dengan kemampuan lensa yang terhad. Sekarang dah malas nak push gila gila sebab rasa macam terbatas dengan &lt;i&gt;tools&lt;/i&gt; yang ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay alasan semata mata. Kalau dah malas tu cakap la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi seriously nak rajin balik dan nak tukar &lt;i&gt;body&lt;/i&gt; okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bubye! See you after (I failed) my Haemato final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-4665547802544046421?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/4665547802544046421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=4665547802544046421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4665547802544046421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4665547802544046421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/09/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3466539675878812694</id><published>2010-09-15T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:51:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Cuti Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it is still not to late for me to wish&lt;b&gt; Selamat Hari Raya &lt;/b&gt;for anyone out there who know me. I had a wonderful albeit short Hari Raya with my family and cousins. We had fun, late outings at night,  and even a bowling competition. It was a very sleepy and tiring Raya as I spend my nights chatting with my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Sunday, went for Raya at KL and straight away return to Cyber as class starts on Monday. As it is, I find it very hard to start studying and eventhough it is such a hard topic, I am very reluctant to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay I have nothing to write actually. But as I checked my Nuffnang, I find it weird that people from Japan, US, New Zealand, Brazil and even the Russians have come to visit this blog. My first thought was, damn, KGB! Russian spies! Mafias! Then the US with all their CIA and FBI. Maybe this is a consequence for me in exposing their Illuminati works in the Ribena ads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TJDqQW2AkRI/AAAAAAAAASs/O3t1i5d4uCI/s400/Picture1.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517167110259773714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;I guess Illuminati people doesnt like to be exposed. I am fearing for my life. This could be my last Hari Raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA STILL!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9175917738365756575-3466539675878812694?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3466539675878812694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3466539675878812694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3466539675878812694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3466539675878812694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-cuti-raya.html' title='Short Cuti Raya'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TJDqQW2AkRI/AAAAAAAAASs/O3t1i5d4uCI/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6501659997168287185</id><published>2010-09-06T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:41:30.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iklan Ribena Ada Unsur Illuminati!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AMARAN : POST INI PANJANG NAK MATI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-7nbRtI/AAAAAAAAASk/mcaeDcwMYLw/s1600/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang tengah kecoh isu penyerapan Freemason la Illuminati la dalam kehidupan, sampai ada yang berkata bahawa ada unsur tersebut dalam iklan raya TV3 baru baru ini. Tapi apa yang kita tidak sedar, sebanarnya sudah lama benda ni ada di TV. Contoh paling jelas yang boleh aku bagi adalah melalui iklan Ribena ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ramai yang ingat iklan ni biasa biasa je, saja nak suka suka tetapi sebenarnya kalau kita kaji, banyak unsur Freemason, Christianity dan Illuminati yang cuba diserapkan. Oleh itu marilah kita meluangkan sedikit masa dan kaji sama sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL9plEt5I/AAAAAAAAASE/bWoi-JaYsOI/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL9plEt5I/AAAAAAAAASE/bWoi-JaYsOI/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513826472546318226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pasangan muda berpakaian tidak sopan dan berdua duaan ditunjukkan seperti satu resam dan membawa kebahagiaan. Jelas dari wajah yang tersenyum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unsur lambang salib pada tiang lampu di belakang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunga Rose. Bagi siapa yang tak tahu Rose adalah simbolik kepada Kristian dan Illuminati. Order of the Rose and Cross ialah satu badan dalam Freemason yang dianggap sebagai melambangkan kesucian sejati dalam Kristian. Bahkan Mary sendiri digelar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Rosa&lt;/span&gt; bagi melambangkan kesuciannya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL9wVhpGI/AAAAAAAAASM/CJhaYJuwh5o/s1600/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL9wVhpGI/AAAAAAAAASM/CJhaYJuwh5o/s400/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513826474360153186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again, bunga Rose dan kali ini dibawa oleh 2 ekor burung berwarna biru. Jangan ingat itu burung biasa kerana burung biru itu sebenarnya adalah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heron adalah burung suci dalam bangsa Egypt kuno yang melambangkan pencipta segala tuhan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dalam Bahasa Sanskrit turut menyatakan burung biru sebagai lambang kesuburan, maka membawa mesej ke arah hubungan luar nikah bagi melambangkan kesuburan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahkan burung sering digunakan dalam Bible sebagai secret code bagi simbol keagaaman mereka.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-ELZ3tI/AAAAAAAAASU/C5V22-ZFACY/s1600/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-ELZ3tI/AAAAAAAAASU/C5V22-ZFACY/s400/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513826479686409938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sekali lagi, lambang salib pada tiang lampu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bunga teratai/ lotus yang menghiasi tasik. Simbolik bukan sahaja kepada agama Buddha malahan kepercayaan Egypt kuno sekali lagi. Mengapa perluya bunga ini? Mengapa tidak bunga Rafflesia kebanggaan Malaysia ataupun Bunga Raya bunga Kebangsaan?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melontar duit dalam tasik = Dalam kepercayaan Kristian silam, ferryman atau penghubung ke Underworld harus dibayar atau dirasuah untuk melepasi/meminta pertolongan supaya beroleh apa yang dikehendaki.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simbolik kepada Lemon yang inginkan kebahagiaan (pasangan) dan melontar siling = Bribe the ferryman = bersekongkol dengan syaitan. Mungkinkah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maka adakah mesej yang cuba dibawa ialah jika inginkan kebahagiaan itu sajalah caranya?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENE 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-sND1HI/AAAAAAAAASc/5TjKi2OIMaY/s1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-sND1HI/AAAAAAAAASc/5TjKi2OIMaY/s400/Picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513826490430772338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesej subliminal Illuminati cukup jelas disini&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Setelah merasuah Ferryman (bersekongkol dengan syaitan) kebahagiaan diperoleh di bawah sinaran.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinaran = Illumination = Illumnati&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kebahagiaan hanya boleh diperoleh jika bersekongkol dengan syaitan dan dibawah naungan Illuminati? Benarkah?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sinaran Pasport Kegemilangan yang pernah popular era 90 an dulu juga merupakan agen Illuminati? Sinaran = Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pernahkah kita sedar semua ini! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-7nbRtI/AAAAAAAAASk/mcaeDcwMYLw/s1600/Picture5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL-7nbRtI/AAAAAAAAASk/mcaeDcwMYLw/s400/Picture5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513826494567892690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhatikan pada huruf F tersebut, sangat jelas menyerupai simbol salib. Mengapa perlu menggunakan font tersebut. mengapa tiadk menggunakan Comic Sans, Times New Roman atau Calibri yang lebih jelas?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan simbol salib didalam perkataan "Perfect" cuba menyatakan satu agama tersebut sebagai sempurna?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Dan yang pentingnya, mengapa Anggur?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Anggur merupakan simbol &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;  dalam Kristianiti yang menganggap wine sebagai satu simbol suci,  seperti mana kisah Jesus yang menukar air kepada wine dianggap sebagai  Holy Sign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan mengapa lemon? Pernahkah anda terfikir?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pernah dengar istilah Lemon Test?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lemon Test merupakan satu juridiksi yang cuba mengsekularkan undang undang dengan menilai samada sebarang unsur religion atau agama boleh dimasukkan ke dalam undang undang.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gabungan Anggur dan Lemon ini jika dinilai dan dikaji, membawa maksud yang sangat jelas disini!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan dari semua ini, iklan raya TV3 adalah cukup ringan jika dibandingkan dengan Iklan Ribena yang telah lama ada di TV ini. Maka marilah kita memboikot bukan sahaja Ribena secara khususnya, tetapi juga anggur, kismis yang datang dari anggur, lemon, limau, segala bentuk limau, malahan iklan itu sendiri secara am jika kita tidak mahu terlibat dengan sebarang bentuk sokongan kepada unsur tidak sihat ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illuminati, Freemason, dan segala bentuk subliminal mesej agama lain ada disekeliling kita maka marilah kita memboikot segala benda di sekeliling kita juga. Perhatikan pada keyboard anda. Ada huruf T yang menyerupai salib dan nombor 6 yang merupakan angka syaitan. Maka buangkan laptop/PC anda! Humban dan bakar segera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PENGAJARAN (UNTUK DIRI AKU SENDIRI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nik Aziz seumur hidup dia rasanya tak pernah pun dengar dia cakap takut pasal Illuminati la Freemason la. Tumpukan la pada benda yang nyata dan konkrit. Benda benda spekulasi, teori konspirasi ni semua sampai Kiamat tak kan habis.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ya iklan TV3 mungkin sedikit terlampau kerana cuba menyelitkan unsur kemodenan dan memasukkan unsur agama lain kedalam iklan, tetapi mungkin ia dibuat dengan tujuan nak mencerminkan racial and religious harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awan tutup tiang jadi salib la. Pakcik rupa Pope la, come on la, kesian pakcik tu. If I were him or mana mana pelakon dalam iklan tu aku saman orang yang sebarkan benda bukan bukan ni. Niat just nak berlakon iklan tapi kena hina macam tu sekali. Fikir sikit apa perasaan pakcik tu cakap dia tu simbolik Pope. Dan kalau dia tu pakcik/atuk aku, memang putus kawan la sape cakap dia tu simbolik Pope sesuka hati je just kerana percaya cakap orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampu sebagai unsur Illuminati? Pernah tengok scene dalam TV orang membaca tak bukak lampu? So semua scene baca bawah lampu ialah Illuminati? Jawi terbalik okay fine ada penjelasan dia aku malas nak explain. Siapa yang nak berfikir dan cari akan jumpa. Itu semua side effect of shooting probs and propping yang boleh dijelaskan. Simplest point is pengarah iklan is a Chinese and tak aware buku jawi dibaca terbalik dari buku Rumi so buku tu jadi terbalik. See? No conspiracy what so ever, just pure human mistake which dah diminta maaf pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, tak semua dari Internet tu elok. Walaupun nama blog tu Arabik or Islamik semacam. Maybe kalau nama Blog aku Mujahidul Islam semua orang percaya Ribena tu Illuminati. Allah dah kurniakan kita pancaindera dan akal jadi gunakan sebaiknya. Lastly, kalau orang nak cari orang akan jumpa. Pernah tengok movie Number 23?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose not to be distracted dengan benda benda ni semua yang for me tak memberi faedah samada dalam hidup mahupun ibadah. Its better for us to concentrate on the more presing, important, and concrete issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam, Al Quran and Hadis is a form of Illuminati. As Illuminati means enlightmens, to enlight and englightens, thats all to me and no conspiracy crap. And these 3 things really did Enlightens me throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9175917738365756575-6501659997168287185?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6501659997168287185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6501659997168287185' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6501659997168287185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6501659997168287185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/09/iklan-ribena-ada-unsur-illuminati.html' title='Iklan Ribena Ada Unsur Illuminati!!'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TIUL9plEt5I/AAAAAAAAASE/bWoi-JaYsOI/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-4851076655153704472</id><published>2010-09-05T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T03:50:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home Sweet Home.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Hari Raya is coming in approximately 5 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just had my first block for our second year and I'd have to say, it was kinda weird. I were suddenly becoming a bit hardworking. What I read, I managed to make it stay in my brain and for a week, I managed to get among the best score. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did a lot of bad things and waste a damn lot of time. What were the others doing. I mean the usual suspect when it comes to scoring. This, all of a sudden, filled me with self belief which I never knew existed. If, eventhough it is only once off, if I can do it for a week, why cant I try and repeat it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, then the Final came and I sucked big time and we'll see. Time will tell if this new found belief and confidence will stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love listening to her song, or used too. I used to like almost everything about her. She seems modest, humble, coming from a nice family, her dad is a good artist, and for once, I really hoped she would become a country artist. I need someone to replace Shania Twain as my all time country singer, although there are a few good ones. Shania still my favorite though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But recently, Miley is changing. Her appearance changes, her songs, her dance, soon, im afraid everything will. Befor you knew it, come the scantily clad dresses, the raunchy lyrics and dance moves. Well, some part of hat is actually happening by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next in the process from the tied and tested manual of Hollywood stardom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Try exposing a little bit of your own raunchy pictures. Then come the raunchy moment with a guy. Followed by a sex tape of epic proportion. By then its hello Miley and welcome to the club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And why stop there, if she wishes to really fail big time she can always follows the footsteps of fail-guru, Britney, by marrying a douchebag, getting pregnant, no once, but maybe a couple of time, and from there disappear into the horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe until her next sex tape is "allegedly" leaked or she marries another douchebag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While she is at it, why wont she join club Lilo, Paris et al and tries her hand at being in love with the same sex. Or getting her hand at some nice white powder with the same name but unlike the Coke that you can normally buy at 7-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay let me stop there. Point is, well no point actually, but sometimes its fun watching people getting knocked of their perch, by their own wrongdoings and failings. Hopefully she waont trot in the same path but if she did, lets see did she skip any steps or did she truthfully follow the Hollywood Tried &amp;amp; Tested Manual of Failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-4851076655153704472?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/4851076655153704472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=4851076655153704472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4851076655153704472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4851076655153704472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/09/miley-cyrus.html' title='Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-5787728513487336306</id><published>2010-08-27T17:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:11:36.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This week can be considered as one fine week for me, at first. Many free time, no exam, holiday on Friday which is today, and also next week on Tuesday. Had a good PBL session last week and also CST session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;However, I have an exam on Monday which I didnt read a single thing, and not planning to. A final exam on next Friday warghhhhh!!! On top of that i didnt went to class on Monday and also Thursday haha. Lazybum I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Earlier this week, I bought 2 lenses, one is a Sigma 70-300 with a F4-5.6 if im not mistaken, which i am planning to use to help me in having better framing, composition techniques when it comes to telephoto. This lens can be considered as a fine piece of lens under heavy light. The bokeh is nice, colour is nice although I'd say that it didnt brings out the colour and vibrancy of a Nikkor lens though. But any lens will fall short on that aspect if compared to a Nikkor lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Just one slightly problematic aspect is that under lowlight condition, it is really kind of a struggle to use this lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510028053370688546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/THeNUjeY1CI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eXSpXWAXMgc/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Then i spend my money on another superb piece of lens which is the Nikkon 35mm 1.8 G. There is nothing much I can say about this lens other than superb, almost to the point of perfection. The sharpness, the bokeh, colours, clarity, it has everything. The only weakness though is that its only a 35mm but still, a 50mm with AF-S will cost me thousands. This one doesnt and its such a superb piece of lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510028057284361186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/THeNUyDeu-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/8wbrFJy3ZxI/s400/nikon-35mm_lens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night I went to a streetphoto hunting at Jalan TAR with my friends, trying to test out the lenses, followed by a late supper at Kampung Baru. It was my fault really. I put my things in my camera bag, in my friend's car and as we had several problem, later I switched to another car, leaving my bag behind. As we went for supper, i totally forget about my bag which is in another car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;One hour later, that car was broken into, my camera bag was gone, and I am faced with thousands of losses. My friends said they already snucked in my bag under the chair so that it cant be seen from outside and they totally didnt think to bring it with them. I didnt blame them a bit, they did they right thing and I am the one to blame for totally forgetting about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;And I feel really bad thinking that my friend's car was smashed because of my bag. personally I think it wasnt because its really hard to see the bag as it was under a chair and being so close to the door of an Avanza. But still, I feel really bad and really guilty and its all that I can think of last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Several hours later, now, I can only think of those lenses and how I really miss having a real good time with them, albeit for a short few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Its back to scratches then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&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/9175917738365756575-5787728513487336306?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/5787728513487336306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=5787728513487336306' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5787728513487336306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5787728513487336306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-recap.html' title='Week Recap'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/THeNUjeY1CI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eXSpXWAXMgc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1626103595487993276</id><published>2010-08-19T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:36:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuhh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kejap je dah seminggu lebih puasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kejap je dah 2 kali exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kejap je dah nak habis satu blok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dah nak final exam blok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dah nak masuk blok baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kejap je dah bulan Ogos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Kejap je duit yang simpan lama tu nak habis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Kejap je perut yang penat dikempiskan tu naik semula)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time crawls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then it walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then it runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You wont even realise it when it flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time and tide really does not wait for no man nor woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1626103595487993276?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1626103595487993276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1626103595487993276' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1626103595487993276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1626103595487993276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuhh.html' title='Fuhh~'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3083715025530987569</id><published>2010-08-07T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:50:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been quite some time since I last updated this thing. Having a hard time finding the time to write and also what to write of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a couple of days, it life will be back to normal for me, normal as in boring, mundane daily life. Even thinking about it make my creative juice ebbed. That how bad it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the upcoming semester, I wish to be a better student. I wish to concentrate more on my studies. I wish I will allocate more time for my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I can save some money. I wish I will think first before doing anything, or speaking of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I can exercise more. Think of it, I exercise and play football daily. It is my diet and meals which I have to monitor. Thus I wish I will have less midnight meals or snack. Even in the time of writing, I am holding my needs to have instant noodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish my time in front of my laptop can be spend productively. Okay I know it is impossible but writing about it make me feels responsible and able to pull it off. As if haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, I wish I can be more active in class or college, okay this is also far fetched as I am way too lazy to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay this is the real last but not least, I wish I can have a new phone in 3 weeks time. Oh please please please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I still have some more "I Wish" lists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish.. oh I am way too lazy to write it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ramadhan is coming in a few days. I wish this coming Ramadhan will be better than my previous one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*I am very very nervous to put on a formal wear once again*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3083715025530987569?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3083715025530987569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3083715025530987569' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3083715025530987569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3083715025530987569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/08/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-7227033919061776798</id><published>2010-07-23T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:23:50.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malas actually nak update dan have nothing to update about pun. Thinking of writing about shoes I've used to wear and currently using. Meant to show my Nike collection actually haha kinda lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I stumbled upon something that just make me happy. Really happy. This is from UMExpert websites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;" Fauziah Abdullah and Muhammad Ashraf Khairul Azmi (2008) Mating Behavior and Pheromone Studies in Mango Seed Weevil Sternochetus mangiferae (Coleoptera: Curculionidae: Crytorhynchinae) In: Proceeding of 7th International Conference Plant Protection in the Tropic 27-29 August 2008 Hotel Nikko, Kuala Lumpur. pp 47 (&lt;i&gt;Non-ISI/Non-SCOPUS Cited Publication&lt;/i&gt;) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hell yeah!! This is my freaking thesis!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ceh ugut macam macam cakap tak approve la, tak menepati syarat la, buat tipu la tak pernah nampak buat la, then all of a sudden you presented this paper in an International Conference? All that just so that I can continue doing it. Hell yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ask me for my CD right, to have the softcopy of the thesis, when I've already given them to you and I still remember you calling me stupid on the day. You probably should confess that you want the updated softcopy, the one with the new data which I didnt give to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, the data which you then threaten to fail me and spoil my name among the lecturers and students if I didnt hand it over. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've seen the banner of my work at airports, the alert sign for my species, I had my friends telling me that my work is being acknowledged by MARDI, and now this. Hell yeah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu pernah jugak ingat nak minta maaf, yes, because you are my lecturer and I owe you the knowledge, but all fact considered, like you never teach me anything actually, I did everything on my own, the way you treated  and threaten me, and the small fact of all the money and fame you made using my paper, I guess we are 0-0 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Weeeehhooooooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;UMExpert babeh! International Conference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lantaklah if it was actually just a small, mini, part timers, conference, I still want to bask in the gloryy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-7227033919061776798?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/7227033919061776798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=7227033919061776798' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7227033919061776798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7227033919061776798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3231179925232780327</id><published>2010-07-19T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:56:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shh jgn bagitau dia nanti dia marah haha. But really, seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TENOHC0W-NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qOAS9OxoTrA/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TENOHC0W-NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qOAS9OxoTrA/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495321853244668114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TENOGiR7nXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OeCr95-ldlw/s1600/Untitled+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TENOGiR7nXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OeCr95-ldlw/s400/Untitled+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495321844510334322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9175917738365756575-3231179925232780327?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3231179925232780327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3231179925232780327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3231179925232780327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3231179925232780327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/07/shhh.html' title='Shhh~'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TENOHC0W-NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qOAS9OxoTrA/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8008239176270813070</id><published>2010-07-18T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:41:10.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Hopefully by writing this I wont be tempted into buying anything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I want to buy a phone. Heck, I think I might want to buy 2 new phones. Ok that might be pushing it too far. One new phone and another good used phone. I've seen one Nokia E72 for RM 650 from Singapore and it is in mint condition. Only that it has a T Mobile sticker which I dont like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, I had always wanted to buy an iphone. But then I think, heck, I dont need one. Im riding a bike and how the hell am I supposed to use a touchpad phone while riding. Besides, its too fussy. My range of work at that time doesnt permitted me to buy one. Leceh sangat nak jaga masuk keluar hutan ladang kandang semua. But now, things changed and I am again tempted into buying one tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, i was thinking of buying a BB. But then, I dont think I can afford to pay for the monthly BIS. Im amazed at people,m students especially, who can. Maybe, if I buy one, I can use the Digi RM 2 BIS per day but will it be the same. Im too lazy to read and ask. Then again, I dont think I need a BB that much. I have wifi connection 24/7 mostly. With the kind of price nowadays, BIS wont be worth it. And im not like, sadly, some friends of mine whom I see in FB, updating their status every fricking 3 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Im at Hartamas, anyone want to join me for lunch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Just saw a funny couple at the escalator"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Enjoying my lunch at Hartamas alone. Anyone want to join me can still come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"In the toilet due to food poisoning. Bad food I guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;3 hours later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Finally at home. My BB fell in the toilet at Hartamas :( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank god for that. I can get 3 hours of peaceful time in FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, I had my eyes on Nokia E72. Its cheaper than BB. Battery last longer, better camera, A-GPS provided. Its connectivity is also good with push email but the sound is crappy. I need a phone with a good sound quality. I dont need that 24/7 connectivity thingy or push email at much. I wonder what do some students used their BB or smartphones for, updating their FB, Twitter and God knows how many social networking sites they are in. Talk about insecurity and desperate need of attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im not making any heads here. Im turning and twisting around. I want to buy a phone God damnit! 2 phones! An iphone/BB and that used E72. Or maybe just an iphone or BB or E72 and save the rest of the money. I need one just to treat myself as I havent been doing so for God knows how fricking long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a phone that can keep me company and entertain. Whether by its apps or just wifi connectivity, no need for 24/7 BIS but its cool to have occasionally when im at kampung or traveling for example. And I have the need, maybe for GPS for im a klutch at road travel. I am God-Fricking-Lonely that if I had a new phone I will call it Casey and make love to it every fricking minutes till it get smelly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"God Casey I love you so much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Oh Casey come on show me what you got."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Oh Casey Oh you're so good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Damn you Casey how come batt empty now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heck I think can even buy a brand new laptop (which I dont need one) or maybe a 32' plasma TV for my home, which I dont need one too but it is cool to have haha. Having said that, I just bought a spec for RM 600 and still need to service my car and also buy a new set of rims. That will cost me a lot, so maybe, I cant treat my self to a phone or anything, as I dont actually need one actually. Redundant, two "actually". My old English teacher is very particular about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All better now. Bubye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Hopefully by writing this I wont be tempted into buying anything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8008239176270813070?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8008239176270813070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8008239176270813070' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8008239176270813070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8008239176270813070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-casey.html' title='Oh Casey'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1982697345224518558</id><published>2010-07-13T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:33:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This isnt how I imagined my holiday will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waking up and start to cook at 7.00 am. 2 set of meals, breakfast and lunch. Finish usually around 8.30 and by 9.00 am, starts to drive to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short rest if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.30 starts serving breakfast set, which begins at 10.00. Watch the kids eat, then kemas kemas everything. On a good day, things will be finished at 10.30. On a fricking day, when the kids are extra naughty, I'll be glad to hit the room by 11.00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short rest till 11.30 am. Then cooks the rice for lunch, then waits till 12.30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12.30 pm, serve lunch sets which begins at 1.00 pm. Then watch and guard the kids eat, kemas-kemas. I'll be glad to finish everything at 2.30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemas-kemas is kutip all pinggan mangkuk, lap meja, basuh meja, sapu lantai, basuh pinggang mangkuk and buang sampah. 3 times a day, breakfast, lunch and minum petang. Lunch is the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, 2.30 or 3.00 pm, fricking tired, sweating, and wet, I have my longest rest, till 4.00 pm. 4.00 pm, serve minum petang, same pattern, then watch the kids till their parent come, which is usually around 5.00 to 5.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After this kalau larat I finish kemas everything at the back and balik awal. Banyak lagi keja kat rumah. If tak larat I sleep first and around 7.00 pm balik. Buy dinner along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balik rumah I still need tp angkat baju, lipat baju, gosok baju. Then isi air mineral 2 kotak untuk bawak ke ofis the next day. Then prepare things nak cook esok, and it is for 40 people. On a good day, when the menu is sardin or eggs, then it is good. On other day when the menu is daging, sotong, ikan, which I have to potong2, plus the veggies, bawang, cili et al, you know the drill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be thankful to finish everything by 10.30, which then I will have my bath. Then basuh baju kotor and I open up my laptop and online, around this time. Some day, I am even too fricking tired to have dinner. Watch movie, online, play some games. Sleep at around 3.00 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so freaking tired. This is everyday, even Saturday, and on Sunday, kena kemas-kemas everything and buy food stocks for the whole week. So for those yang ajak jalan jalan, lepak lepak, please note that I cant. I just cant. I wish I can but I just cant and I am tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having said that, better me doing all these than my parents. New maid datanglah cepat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1982697345224518558?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1982697345224518558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1982697345224518558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1982697345224518558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1982697345224518558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1093001404724462516</id><published>2010-07-06T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:52:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang saya sudah join kelab cermin mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya tak rabun, tapi rabun silau. Ingatkan selama ni memang lampu jalan, lampu kereta dan segala lampu lagi tu memang ada jalur panjang panjang (streak) tapi rupanya mata saya yang tak betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas pakai spek baru nampak lampu, tak nampak jalur jalur lagi haha. Oh dan rupanya sebab ni juga selama ni sleepy dan mengantuk kat kelas haha alasan nak sedapkan hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TDIMyf9AAsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DI7cNyiDR24/s1600/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TDIMyf9AAsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DI7cNyiDR24/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490464957428400834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haisyh.. adjusting to new life. Nak makan kena bukak, rasa janggal je makan pakai spek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay tak tau nak tulis ape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babai~&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;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/9175917738365756575-1093001404724462516?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1093001404724462516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1093001404724462516' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1093001404724462516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1093001404724462516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/07/silau.html' title='Silau'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TDIMyf9AAsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/DI7cNyiDR24/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-696140720059828621</id><published>2010-06-25T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:54:39.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1Love, 1Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lama gila tak tengok berita. I think today hampir 1st time jugak dalam berbulan bulan. Maka dengan itu arakian terhimpunlah apa yang saya dapat dari berita tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;*Amaran, membaca post ini mungkin membuatkan anda beranggapan yang saya emo terhadap Kerajaan 1Malaysia. Ketahuilah bahawa ianya tidak benar kerana saya sangat sayang gila gila Kerajaan 1Malaysia terutamanya DS1M. Semoga dengan berkata begini saya akan mendapat biasiswa MARA. Amin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mesin Pengesan Halal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estimated to rightfully detect a pig's DNA in a product within 1 hour so that the officer will know the Halal status of a product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teeeeet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes produk ini halal, tiada DNA babi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Err.. tapi macam mane if ayam tak sembelih ke, lembu mati lemas or electrocuted ke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or simply if not so hygienic handling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teeeet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Satu jam lagi baru keluar result halal tak halal ni. Tapi tak kan la kopi ni tak halal. Jom pekena secawan dua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Cantik gak idea tu. Jom! Betul betul Hao Liao!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selepas satu jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"OMG! OMG! Tak halal weh kopi tadi positip ni positip! Mati la kite mana nak cari pasir nak samak perut ni!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all a good thing anyway. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Syabas Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ops Cegah Judi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Way to go polisi Malaysia. Cayalah! Macam ni lah baru bet ul betul Hao Liao, Come on World Cup tinggal 2 weeks je lagi. Buat ops hari hari please jangan malas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And kalau boleh pertimbangkan lah cadangan yang lepas ni tak nak sambung lesen syarikat judi tu ye. Love you polisi Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Not So Good/Not So Bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memansuhkan UPSR dan PMR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not so sure on this one. The reason being to sway away from the so long exam orientated or centered mentality is a new thing. On a side note, no exam means no responsibilities, duties, motivation, needs, for the students to study. No need for tuition too so malam malam boleh keluar rumah and drive laju laju eventhough you are 15. Cue another cases of midschoolers getting shot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Weh malam ni ko pergi kelas tambahan tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Yaw dawg kelas tambahan what the hell. Baru Form 3, SPM lambat lagi. Chillax la lepak tengok Gossip Girl malam ni sampai lebam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Malas aku layan ko. Main MySpace lagi baik usha awek rempit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Parent tiada alasan sudah nak suruh anak study or tuition and worse yet, how to filter out the students using the previous UPSR and PMR result for boarding schools? I'll leave that for the wise men at the top to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kes Buli Di MTD Kot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;This one I dunno. Bullying is bad. Why cant we all get along fine and dandy with each other. The world is a small place anyway. Buli budak tu, dah besar die jadi doktor, sunatkan anak ko sampai putus anu. Padan muka, karma is a biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;On a side note, kalau tiada angin, masakan pokok bergoyang (unless ade orang beromen bawah tu). Kalau tiada angin, masakan tempua bersarang rendah (there's a reported case of tempua yang gayat anyway so maybe this is the reason). By the way, funny gila guna perkataan &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;masakan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Salin ye puan puan resepi &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;masakan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; kita pada hari ini. Sesuai untuk juadah berbuka seisi keluarga~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Kalau tak salin, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;masakan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; masakan itu akan termasak sendiri~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Confusing isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Konklusi nya, simpulkan sendiri dan janganlah membuli. Ingat malaikat kiri kanan dan juga Allah Maha Melihat (ayat cliche gila tapi memang betul).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ugly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RTM/Kerajaan 1Malaysia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Khas untuk anda semua, saksikan sedutan ringkas kesemua gelagat para jurulatih di Piala Dunia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;WTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Boleh pulak ada masa ko nak buat clip semua manager kat Piala Dunia. Padahal live match yang ko tunjuk tah pape pastu sikit. Delay match pun lepas 4 hari. Penyiar rasmi Piala Dunia my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dulu MediaPrima kat 8tv and Ntv7 (TV3 tak ingat) ade gak tunjuk match live gilir gilir. Dapat cover most of the matches kecuali England yang memang difahami mahal bid nya. Ni Kerajaan korup bagi hak istimewa kat Astro so that Astro akan penuhkan kocek kau, pastu Astro pun pandai nak buat dalam HD la my ass susahkan orang. Then gives exclusive rights kat RTM yang tak mampu nak bid for all the matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tak kan la Media Prima tak nak tunjuk World Cup unless they really cant, ade order. Its time to make some moneys anyway so sape tak nak. Next time be transparent and sape ade duit bagi je diorang hak nak beli matches boleh tak? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Semua benda dalam Astro penat la. Konon tak kasi siar EPL sebab nak naik kan bola Malaysia. Tapi tunjuk gak kat Astro. Bola Malaysia makin teruk ade lah. Dulu EPL, Serie A, La Liga, Bundesliga, even Liga Belanda pun ade tunjuk kat tv biasa yang bukan Astro. Ananda Krishnan makin kaya, hidup kat Malaysia makin celaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAM/Media 1Malaysia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Skuad Bolasepak Malaysia memenangi kesemua perlawanan siri Jelajah Turki menentang pasukan Pilihan Turki yang pernah beraksi di separuh akhir Piala Dunia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ye Turki pernah sampai semi WC. Turki hebat bola. Tapi team yang Malaysia lawan tu, so called Pilihan Turki, I bet name tah hape hape sape je. Its World Cup. FIFA wont release a date for an official friendly match. Players will be on holiday. Kalau main Football Manager pun tau, mane boleh call up player now. So siapakah yang bermain menentang Malaysia tempoh hari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mungkin skuad negeri takpun "Woi sape ade jersi kaler merah dengan but bersih turun woi petang ni. Kita lawan team dari Asia yang ade lambang harimau tu. Proton kot name team tu takpun Eon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Next time jangan la pum pang pum pang lebih ye, i menyampah la u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAM/Media 1Malaysia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ni mungkin bukan salah Media 1Malaysia ataupun FAM tapi sedih jugak la dengar cara ianya disampaikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Real Madrid menarik diri dari perlawanan persahabatan menentang Malaysia ekoran jurulatih barunya, Jose Mourinho ingin membuat Jelajah Amerika."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Fine, tiada salah di situ. Sedih sikit tak dapat tengok Kaka yang secksy mecksy wow wow. Tapi jap ada sambungan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Namun, bagi mengubat hati seluruh rakyat Malaysia, FAM telah berjaya mengadakan satu lagi perlawanan persahabatan menentang Cardiff City, Jadi jangan lupa berkunjung ke Stadium Bukit Jalil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wow wow wo daymm. Cardiff City tu! Tak sabar gila siot nak tengok (&lt;u&gt;Isi Nama Pemain Cardiff Kegemaran Anda&lt;/u&gt;) beraksi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Media 1Malaysia, so good at twisting and mixing facts up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tahniah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kesimpulan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dunno. Make your own conclusion. Lagipun susah nak percaya things we heard kat news nowadays. One thing for a sure, and sometimes this is the reason malas nak baca front page news, The Ugly lagi banyak dari The Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sekian terima kasih. Majulah Media 1Malaysia untuk DS1M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Jangan lupa luluskan permohonan MARA saya. Sudah nak setahun ni woi penat aku puji kat atas tadi tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-696140720059828621?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/696140720059828621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=696140720059828621' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/696140720059828621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/696140720059828621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/06/1love-1malaysia.html' title='1Love, 1Malaysia'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-69182831505009312</id><published>2010-06-20T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:27:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've seen 5 World Cups I think, since 94, 98, 2002, 2006 an now 2010. I thought as I am older now, this will be my best WC. Thing is, this is the worst WC ever. Bad ball, stupid vuvusela, overcautious teams. To the point that I even think of not watching the game on purpose. But as to date, I've only missed 5 games, due to the trip Kuala Selangor recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that is not important though, what important is, today is Aiman's birthday. My 10 years old little sister who at times can show maturity beyond her age. But at times, especially when it come to Maths, can show the naivety of a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10 years ago, as I return home from my boarding school, I was shocked to saw a little baby. I never knew my mom was pregnant. It even occurred to me that we were sitting for someone's child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9 years ago, she suffered many head trauma as I accidentally let her go may times while holding her. Reason why she can be so crazy at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8 years ago I remember having to eat Sahur early, and rushed upstairs to console her from crying, as she didnt like to be left alone early in the morning. Hugged her and lulled her back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7 years ago, we perform Umrah as a family. Had to take turns carrying her everywhere. It was tiring, especially during Sa'i. But we didnt want her to get tired and she cheered us all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 years ago she started her kindergarten day in my parents place. Started to show her incredible playfulness and also chatty site all around the workplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 years ago, showed that she has a talent in writing, reading, drawing, but sadly, not counting. Till this day I guess. Asking her to do a Math question is the easiest way to get her to bed and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is in her primary school, representing the school, even the district in many things, whether academically or curricular. Amaze me at times with her words and calmness but yet, she is still a child. She still cries when she get in in fight with my other sister, naive, and asks too many things at times. She is 10 anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom promised to buy her a cake that day, but she couldnt make it in time I guess. As me and Aiman both went to get a cake, at 10 pm, just the two of us since our parent is still busy working in the office, she said its okay because she understands that they are busy and couldnt make it. She said she didnt want any present nor asked any from me, just wants me to wish her and be home for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And she is 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish she will never grow up. Be the little sister that I love and amazed me everyday. But on the other hand, I want her to grow up and show me the best that she can be, which I know she can and she will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy 10th Birthday Nurul Aiman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-69182831505009312?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/69182831505009312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=69182831505009312' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/69182831505009312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/69182831505009312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-aiman.html' title='Happy Birthday Aiman'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-9003984323888406370</id><published>2010-06-13T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:05:21.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchday 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its Matchday 2, with matches involving teams in Group B taking place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matchday 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Argentina vs Nigeria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the first match for Group B but it took place later, at 10.00 pm after the second group match which was held earlier at 7.30 pm. Strange cases, mind you, but this is Africa.  The match started very brightly with the Nigerians forcing Romero, the Argentineans keeper into an early dive as early as the first minute. For the next 6 minutes, it was all the Argentineans, Messi especially, forcing saves after saves from Enyeama. And eventually, the dreadlock was broken in the 6th minutes with a Heinze header from a corner resulting from a Messi curling shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both teams traded punches with the Nigerians, inexplicably, were the one who was bossing the midfield. They keep on knocking on Argentina’s door with the speed of their winger giving the fullbacks a real scare. Martins introduction really spark their forward line and results to Maradona introducing an extra defender as a precaution. Martins should really starts for the Nigerians after this.  Their midfield and passing were really good that at one time, the Nigerians fans around us were saying that it is as if the two teams switch jerseys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At one point, a Nigerian fan behind me shouts I will slap you and slap your mother if you don’t pass the ball. I wish he meant slap, not slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the blue and white, Jonas is not fit to wear the Albiceleste jersey. He lacks speed, vision, and the only thing he has is a rugby player body. His passes were limited and consist of sideways pass or a backpass, not helping the forward at all. It is a crime that Zanetti and Cambiasso were not chosen. For a man chosen for his supposedly probing forward pass, Veron is really poor. He didn’t shows any invention and creativity at all. So do Higuain, who should really be replaced earlier with Aguero or Milito. He was really poor. His shots, his movement, his passing and cohesion with the rest of the forwards were poor. Only after Milito introduction did we see a good one-two with Messi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A draw is a fairer result it seems. Enyeama keep the game intact for the Nigerians, denying Messi times after times. Their midfield controls the ball better, so do their winger. Had luck favour them a little bit more, they could force a draw or even a win. Argentina on the other hand, control the game but then took a foot off and were on the backpedal. This is not vintage Argentina who can strung together 20-30 passes easily. They are lucky if they can get 10-15 passes. Fullbacks were non existant. Argentina needs to improve if they want to go far in this tournament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-9003984323888406370?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/9003984323888406370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=9003984323888406370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9003984323888406370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9003984323888406370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-matchday-2-with-matches-involving.html' title='Matchday 2'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-179337654112233562</id><published>2010-06-12T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:47:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its here again. For me, the second, most biggest sporting event in the whole wide world after the Olympic Games, its the World Cup which comes only once in every 4 years. Now, some short commentary away, lets hope I can manage to see all matches in the duration of 30 days. I know it wont be possible, but hey, Nothing Is Impossible right, or so says the Adidas tagline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until they come up with the stupid Jabulani ball and everything seems impossible to do properly with the ball. Jabulani which means Joy, yeah, aptly named.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There will be selection ,some mathces will had to be dropped in order to conserve my energy, yup, that could be you : Algeria vs Slovenia. But who knows, maybe I will get to watch all 64 matches involving the 32 countries this time. And with that said, here is my comment for Matchday 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lets get the ball rolling, mine and yours :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matchday 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;South Africa vs Mexico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good game for a World Cup opening. Both teams played with vigour and energy, an end to end match which at times remind us of the EPL. Both teams showed their attacking intent right from the start. Steven Piennar carry the whole SA attack through and is much involved in all of the teams attacking moves. As for Mexico, once again they proved how good their play is in the international stage. Fast, nice movement and comfortable with the ball, having  players with good technical ability, it is no wonders that they always feel unfulfilled after every major tournament, because they are a good team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dos Santos shows a glimpse, many glimpses actually of the talent that make Barca wants him. He is so comfortable with the ball, and in taking players, too bad at times the final ball is lacking but maybe that has to do with the Jabulani ball itself. Gerardo Torrado the Mexican captain is a good player and I like the way he has been conducting his teams for years. Marquez is at his imposing best, a good ball playing defender. All in all, a great opening match which has everything that is good about football, goals, disallowed goals, near misses, great goals celebrations, good pass and move play, and full commitment from both teams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good game for a World Cup opener. The Jabulani is a disaster. It doesnt let the players do the things they want. Yes, it might be lighter, allowing faster goals like the SA goals, but most of the times it is a disaster. Simple pass are overhit because they are faster. First touch of world class players become worse, to the point of like a Malaysian players, because of the way the ball bounce. I have never seen a world class players needing to have 2,3 touches to control the ball but with this ball, they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overhit crosses, balls swerving wherever they want, bouncing everywhere, technology isnt always a good things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matchday 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uruguay vs France&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cape Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;The faster I can get away with this the better. It is a drab and terrible matches. Both teams were playing like they are intent on securing a draw. France, with all their so called star players, are not giving it their all. Like a boxer holding in a punch. With the quality of midfield that they have, Gourcuff, Toulalan, Ribery, their creativity and final ball is embarrassing. Uruguay on the other hand seems so nervous. Only Forlan and Suarez had the nerves to test France with the rest of their team mates showing the nerves and making sloppy mistakes. They cant even string together 10 passes. With a potent front like Forlan and Suarez, a goal should come for them, reflecting on how bad the midfield was playing last night. Forlan is an exceptional striker, and goals will inevitably come for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Not a good moment in this match for me. Gourcuff delivery from set pieces were great but in open play, it deserted him, just like his creativity. Ribery tries to do so much, he is no Messi. He should be played in the right to accommodate Malouda on the left. Gignac should be playing as the striker due to his workrate and willingness to try things, and also his shoot on sight policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Good moment come when Henry, the ever so great volleyball player, seems to appeal for a handball from his resulting shot, before knowing better and clenched his mouth tightly. The laugh and chuckle coming from the Uruguay fans is hysterical. Thank god there is only 90 minutes of football and the match had to end eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Verdict&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Blasting the Jabulani aside, where one moment, a dipping Gourcuff shot seems destined to be on target, only to suddenly swerved upright into the stands, the vuvuzelas is a total nuisance. I know its tradition, but can you see FIFA allowing the Malays to bring in keris to matches. It dampen the atmosphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;World Cup matches for me is about hearing the loud European fans voicing their support. Hearing the South Americans counterpart sings and watching them dance, the loud and intimidating war cries of the Koreans. The oohs and aahs in a match. The sudden screaming and explosion of voices in celebrations or misses. Now, none of that. 90 minutes of stupid, monotonous trumpeting sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Fucking lazy fan, who are actually not a true fan, blazing the vuvuzelas intent to see who can make the loudest noise, and not even watching the match. Disturbing the fans who want to see the match, not to mention the streams of spits coming out of the vuvuzelas. And even fucking more stupid FIFA for allowing it. It is even reported to some extent that many Europeans come opted not to come to the WC after their experience in the Confederations Cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;In a good match like SA vs Mexico, it is bearable, in a drab match like Uruguay vs France, the vuvuzelas sounds like a bee is trapped inside your ear, rendering you so angry you want to explode, or sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Cant wait for Argentina and England to strut their stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&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/9175917738365756575-179337654112233562?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/179337654112233562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=179337654112233562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/179337654112233562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/179337654112233562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3603476613862555794</id><published>2010-06-01T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:34:40.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont know the exact facts and stories, like how many people, ships, convoys, or things are being shipped to Gaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I do know that it involves a lot of people, from all sort of nations, religions and beliefs. But they all went there with the same belief, one same belief, which is the people in Palestine need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They believe, and they know that those people are suffering, badly in need of help and the world should open its eyes to their pleas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The flotilla contains all sorts of medical supplies, foods, fresh waters, clothes. Toys for the kids. Bricks, stones, and plaster to build a building. Build schools, clinics, hospitals.  To offer lifeline, offer hopes, to ease their suffering and help them in any way possible, even a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How come the Israelians, Israelites or whatever they are called because I dont even give a damn what they are called. If for me I would just called them monster and animals. How can they claim that they thought the flotilla were carrying guns and all sorts of firearms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why are they even shooting, even though all the ships were already waving their white flags. Till now, if I am not mistaken, 15 are dead. Nationalities are not confirmed yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;*Update : It is 19 now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Israel said that they breach their water. Israelian water. Heck, they are 150 km away and they are in international water. Free zone. And mind you, and all of you, there are no such thing as Israel water because Israel doesnt even exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ships are being towed to the Israel port. Heck its not their port, its on Palestine land. Israel isnt even a country, they are not even a fucking land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;34 people are injured with 31 being hospitalize if my memory served me right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read the statement from Israel Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu &lt;a href="http://in.reuters.com/article/idINIndia-48947620100531"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; But put in mind that they are all lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The activist on the ships were shots as soon as the soldiers landed on the ships. They open fire first with no fire reported to come from the activist. They were there on humanitarian cause, not to start a war.  And to said that the soldiers are beaten to death and shot, so they had to defend themselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I do say that is total bull crap. But coming from an Israel Prime Minister, we all know that already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And words from Barack Obama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We must fully understand all the facts and circumstances behind the incidence"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well sir, I used to believe that you are actually quite different from your predecessor. You are different actually in one thing, your skin. But I guess other that, you guys are all borne with the same congenital disease which is heartless. Maybe you should do a quick check down there to see if your manhood is still intact, just to be sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This isnt a religion issue. Its humanity issue. How long will this continue to happen. I cant even kick a dog, let even shooting it. But how come Israel soldiers can just shoot kids, woman, elderly with a smirk on their face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray to Allah, may He bring peace upon my brothers and sisters in Islam. If not here then in the here after. And I pray that one day, He will bring smiles upon the land of Palestine and the words Israel be perished altogether from the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3603476613862555794?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3603476613862555794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3603476613862555794' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3603476613862555794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3603476613862555794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/06/gaza.html' title='Gaza'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-4874390441318569966</id><published>2010-05-24T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:55:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a bat in my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, a bat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It used to be bats but now there is only a bat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bat have been hanging at the curtain for about 3 days now. Just hanging there, day and night. Never waking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sapa cakap kelawar tidur siang bangun malam, dah 3 hari dia duduk situ tidur je. Makan pun tak. Maybe kelawar tu sedang berhibernasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, best jugak rasa ada kelawar kat rumah. Macam ada pet pulak cuma free tak payah bayar. Kelawar ni ada gak kegunaan dia selain tidur je kat rumah kami. Contohnya, selepas tengok result exam yang macam haram :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Arghhhh tekanan!! Kelawar!! Hisap darah aku please aku nak jadi vampire!! Bosan gila hidup!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi tu semua mustahil. Kelawar is a herbivore and sometimes a slight carnivores. Kelawar yang makan darah cuma ada kat Amerika Selatan, kalau tak silap la dulu Prof ajar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seronoknya hidup jadi kelawar tu, tidur je 3 hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bosan gila kan tulis pasal kelawar macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-4874390441318569966?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/4874390441318569966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=4874390441318569966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4874390441318569966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4874390441318569966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/05/bat.html' title='Bat'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-4280605843667918945</id><published>2010-05-16T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:14:51.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarbiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;KEHIDUPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kesenangan yang datang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tak akan selamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Begitulah selepas susah ada kesenangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seperti selepas malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Datangnya siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oleh itu waktu senang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jangan lupa daratan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gunakan kesempatan untuk kebaikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sebelum segalanya terlepas dari genggaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kelak menyesal nanti tak berkesudahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Apa guna sesalan hanya menekan jiwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jangan difikir derita akan berpanjangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kelak akan membawa putus asa pada tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ingatlah biasanya kabus tak berpanjangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Setelah kabus berlalu pasti cerah kembali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ujian adalah tarbiah dari allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Apakah kitakan sabar ataupun sebaliknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kesenangan yang datang selepas kesusahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Semuanya adalah nikmat dari tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ujian adalah tarbiah dari allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Apakah kitakan sabar ataupun sebaliknya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-4280605843667918945?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/4280605843667918945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=4280605843667918945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4280605843667918945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4280605843667918945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/05/tarbiah.html' title='Tarbiah'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6608325664236125730</id><published>2010-05-15T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:07:16.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really really listen to me. You keep em coming right up, one after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant do this anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is impossible for me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im keeping my dignity intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last remaining ones that I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People off all sides come pouring to me in time of their need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always try my best to be by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why none is there when I ever need one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because I am not asking for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nor looking for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping it mum, keeping it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not like things are gonna change anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave my best in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can wait and wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do the nice man act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when you are treated like a worthless pile of rag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a dog wagging its tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deserve something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try my best to be good, do good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on improving, being better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dont see a tiny bit of a reward waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might as well go crazy and fuck things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience is at a limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more month to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we'll see from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bit by bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am losing faith in people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born alone, and I will die alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why change it in between.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-6608325664236125730?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6608325664236125730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6608325664236125730' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6608325664236125730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6608325664236125730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_15.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-9132435632280160927</id><published>2010-05-13T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:03:11.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Challenges are interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It make us, me, realise how great we are. How great we can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Letting us to fully explore the context of our full abilities, capabilities and even our boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep em' coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am handling everything You've thrown at me so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I know that You wont gives me anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That I cant handle myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promised You that I'll be a better someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I am keeping that one promise up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll keep my mouth shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And my faith unmoved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So keep them coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But reward me Justly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For You, have promise that upon us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-9132435632280160927?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/9132435632280160927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=9132435632280160927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9132435632280160927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9132435632280160927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/05/challenges.html' title='Challenges'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-73182774464432994</id><published>2010-05-01T05:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:00:21.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Good Luck &amp;amp; All The Best, Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Take a Really Good Care of Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-73182774464432994?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/73182774464432994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=73182774464432994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/73182774464432994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/73182774464432994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1705988620840812830</id><published>2010-04-25T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:31:23.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FEELS LIKE SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1705988620840812830?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1705988620840812830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1705988620840812830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1705988620840812830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1705988620840812830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3385846032088747135</id><published>2010-04-12T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:59:13.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gives Me Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang cakap, when you are looking for bad things, bad things you will find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ye, hidup ini memang macam macam. Banyak kisah sedih, duka, tragedi sini sana, sampai kadang kala nak baca suratkhabar pun takut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But sometimes, underneath it all, there are still some beauty in this world. Some things that can enlighten us, inspire us, touches us, making us feels that there is still a chance for mankind and humanity to flourish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This website moved me almost to the brink of shedding up a tear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.givesmehope.com/"&gt;http://www.givesmehope.com/&lt;/a&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;Life Is Beautiful Today!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3385846032088747135?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3385846032088747135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3385846032088747135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3385846032088747135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3385846032088747135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/04/gives-me-hope.html' title='Gives Me Hope'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6617070459159772389</id><published>2010-03-31T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:44:53.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piala Dunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum papehal, aku nak cakap yang tadi aku terpotong jari sendiri. Jari hantu tangan kiri jadinya sekarang aku cuma ada 9 jari yang berfungsi untuk menaip. Susah gak rupanya nak menaip pakai 9 jari ni. Dah la nak tulis pasal topik berat. Piala Dunia tu. Dengar cerita orang cakap dalam 3 kg berat Piala Dunia tu. Tapi tah la, orang Malaysia tak kan tau. Sebab Piala Dunia tu tak pernah merasa dijulang oleh orang Malaysia. Jangan kan julang Piala Dunia, masuk pun tak pernah. Maybe kalau Malaysia offer diri jadi jajahan Sepanyol ada can nak merasa pegang Piala Dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok lah penat dan sakit okay taip guna 9 jari. Give up pulak tetiba. Sampai sini sajalah post saya kali ini. Bubye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-6617070459159772389?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6617070459159772389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6617070459159772389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6617070459159772389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6617070459159772389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/03/piala-dunia.html' title='Piala Dunia'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-155017974222534127</id><published>2010-03-17T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:49:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/S5_SBZU0OjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yEhjP_20gXE/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/S5_SBZU0OjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yEhjP_20gXE/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449304995561486898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hujung minggu yang lepas aku pulang ke kampung halaman ku, ceh ayat macam sastera pulak. Okay this time for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hujung minggu yang lepas aku pulang ke kampung halamanku, Muar, Johor. Selain dari sebab dah rindu sangat dengan family and tak tahan sangat duduk kat Kuala Lumpur ni, sms yang aku terima umi pagi Jumaat sebelum exam tambah menguatkan lagi keinginan untuk balik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Baliklah lawat Tok Yah. Atuk dah 4 hari dalam hospital. Paru paru berair"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak dari Rabu lagi kepala aku sakit. Khamis tidur sepanjang hari. Hari Jumaat, exam satu jam, 20 minit aku siapkan sebab memang tak boleh buat. Niat dalam hati nak cepat sampai petang, lepas kelas boleh balik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Sabtu lepas, semasa melawat atuk di hospital, sedih dan hiba rasa hati. Lemah sangat tengok atuk sampai kena pakai alat bantuan pernafan. Nak bercakap pun susah. Dengan infusion ke apetah name die cucuk tangan la hidung la kaki la. Kesian sangat tengok. Rasa tak nak kacau atuk tidur, tapi sebab nak melawat dan tanya khabar. Sempat aku sampaikan salam dari Akram dan Fikri yang tak dapat balik sebab sibuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tengok tengok vital atuk nampak stabil, syukur. Tapi bila tengokkan xray atuk, sedih juga. Tambah bila melihatkan kecil je rangka insan yang amat aku sayangi dan sanjungi ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atuk bercerita tentang kakinya yang sakit, makanan tak sedap dan dia tak lalu makan. Sejuk malam hari. Kemudian bila ayah turun untuk tukar giliran melawat atuk bertanya kepada ku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ashraf ambil doktor ye"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ye Tok"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Baguslah, jadi doktor nanti. Berapa tahun lagi habis"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Emm tah la Tok. Insyallah dalam 4 tahun lagi"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biasanya kalau orang lain tanya aku jawab 7 tahun. Tapi sebab atuk tanya, sahaja aku pendekkan tempoh, demi atuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Atok tak tahu la dapat tengok Ashraf habis ke tak. Jangankan kahwin, nak tengok Ashraf jadi doktor pun entahkan sempat. Jadi ni atok cakap tahniah awal awal. Belajar rajin rajin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai situ, aku dah kelu nak menjawab. Aku hanya mampu tersenyum, nasib baik Mak Mah datang menyelamat kan aku. Lantas ku cium tangan atuk bersalam, dan keluar untuk menukar giliran melawat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari Ahad lepas, dalam perjalanan balik ke Kuala Lumpur, aku menangis bila teringat kisah tu. Aku memang rapat dengan atuk sejak dari kecil kerana rumah kami berdekatan. Hampir tiap minggu aku memaksa ayah dan umi untuk membawa aku ke rumah atuk. Pernah suatu ketika, aku yakin bahawa aku lebih sayangkan atuk dari ayah dan umi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Insyallah aku berharap agar atuk kembali sihat dan sembuh. Dulu pernah juga simpan niat, nak sangat atuk tengok aku berkahwin. Tapi, peristiwa yang lepas biarlah lepas. Kini, aku cuma berharap agar atuk sempat melihat aku menamatkan pengajian ku. Sangat sangat berharap. Teringat dulu atuk selalu cakap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ashraf ni sesuai jadi doktor"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kenapa Ashraf tak jadi doktor. Takut darah ye"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atuk selalu mengejek aku, mengatakan bahawa aku tak nak mengambil bidang Perubatan sebab takutkan darah. Walaupun mungkin terlewat, tapi sekarang syukur alhamdulillah akhirnya aku di bidang ini. Moga sempat tibanya masanya nanti untuk aku tunjuk kepada atuk bahawa aku sudah menjadi doktor untuk mebantu orang seperti yang atuk inginkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-155017974222534127?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/155017974222534127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=155017974222534127' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/155017974222534127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/155017974222534127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/03/atuk.html' title='Atuk'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/S5_SBZU0OjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yEhjP_20gXE/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2546094491658320931</id><published>2010-03-11T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:01:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say respect should be earned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But can we lose our respect to someone, when we dont have any respect to that person to start with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dont expect to receive any, when you have never given any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Age is not parallel to respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But in retrospect, with age, it brings about certain things to be respected, it is called experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The experience accumulated through all their times, that at least, gives people something to be respected given that it is something useful or admirable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here, the people that I respected are few, not a plenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still, I respected everyone for whom they are, as they have a right to be respected in a certain way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart from my parent, the people whom i respected the most in my life are my teachers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From primary, to secondary and to tertiary level of education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We as a group, my friend and I, we respected our lecturers to the uttermost of our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We loved them, respected them and held them high in our head and hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All those bad things, ill feelings, put aside as we know, we are at fault and they are doing their best to teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for all our life, we are indebted to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We know that and we understand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for that, i respected all of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nowadays, i respected those people who despite their age, shows maturity beyond belief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The people who know their place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is expected from them of their family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I respected some of my friends who are older than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For because of his experience, he deserved a lot of respect, and I learned many things just by watching him conducted himself everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wish I can be a lot more like him, and God Willing, I will try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I respected those people who conducted themselves in an acceptable manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those people who always knew how to give respect towards others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And those who doesnt know how to do that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My pity goes towards them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you teachers, lecturers for everything you have done to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I understand, we understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At least we who are mature enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intelligence enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As there are many ways to define intelligence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We understand that all those things done are meant for our benefits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our parents will do the exact same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We will do the exact same things once we are in your shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may not be pretty nor beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it is something that must be done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant accept people who talk bad about lecturers. I cant, in any single way. To say a lecturer is strict, is boring, outdated, that is one thing and that may be acceptable. Well how about this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Calling a lecturer &lt;i&gt;bodoh, orang kampung, sekolah tak tinggi, anak haram, jelous dengan student, nak kenakan student, fikiran sempit&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I cant continue. There are many more. I never ever seen such disgrace before. Think yourself before you speak of such words. For a finger pointed toward other, 4 fingers are pointed toward yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had i heard a member of my family utter such words, I'll beat them to half dead, to a pulp. I cant imagine such things coming from the words of my family, not even friends. But its different people, different environment here. Sometimes I wish I dont need to hear all of these. God bless the people nowadays with all the wealth and convenience, but in return He might have taken their &lt;i&gt;akal&lt;/i&gt; and also their &lt;i&gt;hati&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that, is something which we need more as a human, more than any of the iPhones, Vaio's and PSP's in the world combined together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respect people, regardless of their age. But sometimes those who happen to be older than us, happen to be a lot wiser. Only the young always tend to neglect them. I know, I've been there. We are lucky to be young, still blessed with age. But can we say we are as lucky as them who are older than us, because at least, they managed to live till that age when we ourselves, cant assure that we will live past tomorrow. Let alone enjoy the blessing of age for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Tan Sri SM Salim and Zainal Abidin put it in their song, Satu. Great song even till this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bila ku dengar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irama lagu yang satu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hati ku pun bertambah sayu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Terkenang kampung halaman ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah! di sini ku berdiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kau akan melalui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ku pernah merasai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Namun kita berdua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megah meranjau masa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Engkau dan aku sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada sempadan usia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jejak dan langkah ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kekadang keliru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Menangis tiada lagu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tunjukkan haluan mu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agar ku tak tertunggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah! garam pernah ku rasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intan dengan permata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sudah dapat dibeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kematangan mu juga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tampak dewasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hah! Langit yang ku junjung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bumi yang ku pijak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irama rentak lagu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada bezanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ikutilah rentak ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hayati irama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Berganding kita bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kini kita berdua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megah meranjau masa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Engkau dan aku sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada sempadan usia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2546094491658320931?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2546094491658320931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2546094491658320931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2546094491658320931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2546094491658320931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/03/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6218135387903444812</id><published>2010-03-06T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:32:20.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laptop kena format&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Window 7 yang aku pakai selama ni dah arwah. Sebab bertangguh dan malas nak update or beli, so dia dah arwah. Jadi komputer tanpa Windows macam akuarium tanpa ikan atau air. Letak tepi, bawah, kumpul abuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi sebab kerja berlambak lambak so install lah XP kejap buat sementara waktu sebelum install atau beli Windows baru. Just untuk buat kerja. So malas nak buat benda lain sangat kat laptop ni sebab mood macam dah hilang bila Windows hilang. Oh tapi game wajib letak, kalau tak memang mati lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn teringat kena install software nak tengok bola live T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dah setahun we tweaks and tweaks our laptop to our liking, sampai rasa dah cukup best and lengkap dah yang kita nak, tetiba nak best kan balik dalam masa satu malam memang rasa macam, rasa macam &lt;i&gt;nice lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* * * * *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basic Medical Science dah lepas. Syukur alhamdulillah. End it kinda well kot, but can be better. Now starting systemic block, macam way too hectic je. So early warning guys, friends, sorry if I am a bit separated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak sambung godek laptop and finalize everything. Hope all of you have a great day and a great life. Smile always people and count our blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-6218135387903444812?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6218135387903444812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6218135387903444812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6218135387903444812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6218135387903444812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/03/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1430617976071316137</id><published>2010-02-17T00:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:34:37.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knots &amp; Nots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438891517686909490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/S3rTBNOdCjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JuXCpxB266c/s320/DSC_9523.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ammar &amp;amp; Marshahida. Maaf kalau salah eja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tadi dapat text dari Borhan yang mengatakan dia dah nak meminang kekasih hatinya. Jumaat depan insyallah. Lama tak dengar cerita tau tau dah nak bertunang dah. Tahniah buat Boan tapi pastikan Jumaat depan tak telajak tidur pulak. Tak pun datang lambat macam biasa. Kami kenal sangat si Borhan ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Baru je Ahad lepas pergi ke Kluang Johor dengan Nasuha for Ammar's wedding. Dapat lah jumpa kawan kawan lama semua. Isnin was Dayah's wedding at KL tapi maaflah tak dapat datang. Syukur alhamdulillah Ammar nampak sihat, ceria dan yang paling penting bahagia. Lama tak jumpa Ammar dan dia nampak sama je macam dulu. havent lost his touch lagi. Intelligent, witty and funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ammar ni one of the people yang sangat sangat aku hormati. Dulu kat sekolah, selain dari one of my friend sebab kami sekelas dua tahun, Ammar is our President too. And he did one good job. His leadership is great. Tak garang, tak strict, no need jerit jerit. But people listen and more importantly, people respect him. As a friend he is faultless, as a person too. Dulu paling suka if Ammar jadi imam sebab suara dia sedap and rasa cam khusyuk je solat if dia imam. 2 years knowing him is not enough. Again, congratulations Ammar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438891529902666546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/S3rTB6u6szI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4GnIBSwHz50/s320/DSC_9528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;Dah lost count berapa banyak kawan yang dah kahwin, tunang, nak bertunang, nak berkahwin. Rasanya memang tak cukup if nak kira dengan jari tangan yang sedia ada ni. Congratulations to all, yang baru saja tying their knots, akan, bakal, telah dan yang ingin pun boleh lah. Kadang kadang rasa macam sedih jugak haha nak jugak bertunang ke kahwin ke. But Allah knows what is best for them, at this time, and what is best for me at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I chosen to work after finishing my degree dulu boleh lah jugak kan nak entertain the thought of even, at least, bertunang ke apa. But no, not now. Cant even entertain even the smallest of thought pun. Oh well, lagipun if dulu ke, now ke, sama je sebab I dont have any candidate(s) pun haha. So, hopefully in, say, 10 years time, boleh lah merasa makan nasi minyak sendiri. But I dont get my hopes high pun, not even a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu always complaint sebab Cyberjaya asyik hujan lebat je. Kereta kotor, always kena basuh. Nak main bola susah, jalan jalan susah. Tapi kebelakangan ni panas sangat. Even malam pun panas bahang. Ingatkan just a simple heat wave ke but seems like it is getting more serious than that here, in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkejut jugak tadi bila dengar hutan sampai terbakar. Hari tu on the way ke Kluang, and even balik dari KL, I can see pokok pokok dari hijau dah jadi oren. Terkejut jugak since jarang nampak macam tu. Dulu belajar Geografi Cikgu Yati cakap pokok Malaysia malar hijau. Hijau sepanjang tahun. Tapi maybe the heat is even more serious sampai pokok pun jadi oren, and now dah terbakar bakar dah pun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;Air kat empangan pun dah kering, sampai ke paras kritikal. Some empangan kat Johor dah lebih dari paras kritikal sampai terpaksa dicatu. Landasan keretapi panas sangat sampai besi mengembang and beralih landasan. Hope nothing serious will come out of that. Tak nak lah dengar kes keretapi tergelincir ke ape sebab panas je. All in all, Malaysia memang makin panas dan panas dan bahang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully kita as a human, as a Muslim, can take something out of this, maybe even a little precaution, a test or tarbiah from Allah to remind us. TV3 cakap memang biasa awal tahun panas so jangan risau pape. but this is the same TV3 yang dok melobi kerajaan sampai halal haram hitam putih pun tolak tepi. Tak boleh pakai punya stesen so jangan dengar cakap TV3 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, the most merciful, most benevolent. Spare us from your wrath. Dont let us be blinded, until it is too late. Guide us, bless us, show your mercy upon us, and let us be your instrument of good. Amin ya rabbal alamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1430617976071316137?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1430617976071316137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1430617976071316137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1430617976071316137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1430617976071316137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/02/knots-nots.html' title='Knots &amp; Nots'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/S3rTBNOdCjI/AAAAAAAAAPs/JuXCpxB266c/s72-c/DSC_9523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8346482461509176874</id><published>2010-02-09T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:07:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahun Kedua Di UM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun kedua di UM bermula dengan nada kurang gembira. Mestilah kurang gembira sebab siapa yang suka kalau dapat result teruk dan pointer macam apa. Tapi lumrah hidup sebagai seorang pelajar IPTA, tak kisah langsung dengan pointer. Dapat 4 flat ke, 3 flat ke, jatuh terhempas flat pun PTPTN kena bayar balik sama banyak gak. Lagipun minggu paling seronok dalam dunia bakal menjelma. Minggu add and drop. Tak sabar nak add subjek dan tak datang kelas. Takpun datang kelas pastu drop cecepat takpun msg Mirza kat bilik suruh drop kan sekarang juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun ni rasanya dapat motor. Tetiba ayah call suruh keluar depan gate kolej. Ingatkan nak buat suprise diorang datang dari Johor bawak makanan best ke takpun nak bagi duit ke. Tengok tengok ada lori datang bawak motor. Dah la time tu tak reti bawak lagi. Memang nampak sangat bodohnya. Pastu kena bayar lori tu RM 80 padahal ayah cakap ayah dah bayar. Cis bedebah, kena tipu. Buat kerja haram tipu duit student, mesti tak lama lepas tu accident lori tu. Insyallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah ada motor best sikit jalan jalan. Pergi kelas pun senang. Kalau dulu kelas pukul 8, kena bangun awal pastu 7 setengah dah kena jalan kaki ke Fakulti, bila dah ada motor boleh bangun lambat sikit. Kalau kelas pukul 8, pukul 7.55 baru bangun pastu dalam 8.10 takpun 8.15 sampai lah ke kelas dengan muka mengantuk. Kadang kadang (biasa sebenarnya) kelas pukul 8 tapi pukul 11.00 pagi baru bangun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun Dua paling tak boleh lupa sebab kena berebut daftar subjek. Subjek tak banyak, sem pertama dapat ambik 15 ke 14 kredit je. Orang lain pun nak Grad jugak so takpelah bagi la diorang peluang. Saya suka duduk UM lama lama so malas nak Grad awal awal. Tapi sem kedua rasanya dapat 21 jam kredit pastu skor pulak tu. Memang puas hati sangat sangat. Pastu tahun dua ni dah start belajar dengan cara yang lebih intensif, bersepadu dan menyeluruh. Sebab dah jadi senior sikit kan, Tahun Dua. Mahasiswa. Kena la rajin sikit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kelas amali berlambak lambak tiap petang. Belum habis setengah sem dah habis satu bundle kertas A4. Jiwa dah mula musykil ni belajar Sains Biologi ke ataupun Kelas Seni. Dapat belajar dengan seorang Legend, Prof Muhammad, Dekan Fakulti Sains yang sangat sempoi tetapi ilmu tinggi tahap dewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Prof, apa beza Sains Kesihatan yang ditawarkan UM dengan Sains Perubatan universiti lain?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sama saja takda beza. Macam laksa, laksa Johor ada, Penang ada, mee laksa ada. Semua pun laksa jugak"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Universiti lain baru nak berubat, tapi kita sudah sihat, jadi kita lagi bagus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padan muka budak yang tanya tu kena gelak dengan satu Audi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prof Muhammad memang sempoi, tiap kali kelas kutuk Kosmo yang sampah tu dan Datuk Siti Nurhaliza dan Datuk K. Dapat belajar dengan Prof Sofian, Dr Rosli Ramli, Dr Rosli Hashim, Dr Yusof semua memang ilmu tinggi dan sangat wajar direspect. Dr Normawati yang garang, satu kelas takut time lab dengan dia. Pakai lab coat dalam lab padahal duduk je lukis daun, bunga, buah, ranting. Mungkin takut baju comot kena pape kot. Tapi Dr Normawati pun legend jugak. Nanti as the years goes by, dia makin lama makin tak garang and makin sweet pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Subjek luar jabatan dari dulu memang ambik Sains &amp;amp; Teknologi je. Buat ape nak susahkan diri ambik Matematik Asas la, Kimia Asas la Fizik ke tah pape lagi. Rileks je ambik S&amp;amp;T hujung sem confirm B dalam tangan. Orang kata study kena smart, jangan study hard. Lagipun subjek S&amp;amp;T ni best sebab dapat bukak mata dan minda and belajar benda benda yang susah nak dapat dalam buku teks. Dr Thirucelvam antara lecturer yang saya ingat sebab dia memang power. Kelas dia yang paling banyak saya datang compare dengan kelas lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second year start belajar pergi field. Mula mula rasa kekok and janggal je masuk hutan. Pakai kasut la, but la, baju lengan panjang la, ceh penuh keselamatan. Nurin je yang sempoi pegi hutan cam pegi pantai. Pegi pantai cam pegi Midvalley. Dengan baju, seluar warna striking, pastu topi jerami besar masuk hutan ape benda camtu. Memang kitorang senyap senyap je gelakkan dia kat belakang. Second year mula kehidupan penuh gembira masuk keluar hutan, pantai, gunung, felda, jelajah satu Malaysia. Start second year jugak kami semua jadi rapat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After dah banyak kali pergi field, ceh, masing masing dah riak. Setakat masuk hutan tu pakai seluar pendek dengan selipar je. Kadang kadang pakai smart smart dengan jeans and kasut cantik. Tak kisah punya sebab confirm tak kotor pun. Keluar hutan terus pergi Damansara. Semua dah takde hal. Ilmu dah tebal di dada, keyakinan diri dah tinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pergi kelas lepak lepak pastu habis kelas kumpul kat kafe fakulti makan bawah pokok. Kadang kadang masing masing tak pergi kelas pun. Tapi pukul 11.00 lepas kelas habis ade je batang hidung masing masing kat kafe tu. Gaya smart smart konon baru habis balik kelas padahal mata merah baru lepas mandi. Berjumpa, berkumpul, bercerita dan bergelak ketawa bersama rakan tu penting. Makan itu penting. Sebab tu sanggup bangun, mandi dan pergi kafe tapi tadi kelas tak sanggup pulak pergi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi sekarang sedih, kafe tu dah takde dah roboh. Boleh pulak ganti dengan tandas awam besar besar macam kat R&amp;amp;R. Memang tak pandai siapa yang plan tu. Konon plan buat tandas besar besar banyak banyak biar senang orang nak buang air. Tapi kalau takde kafe untuk student makan dan minum, ape benda yang nak dibuang pun. Dahla kafe tu dah macam trademark UM tu, right at the centre of things. Ganti kafe tu dengan tandas ibarat tarik balik Oscar untuk Slumdog Millionaire pastu bagi kat filem KL Drift, takpun Anak Mami Razak Mohaiden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Field, kelas, amali, kafe, kawan kawan. Jalan jalan ronda KL. Tahun kedua di UM memang best. But there's still more to come. There's never a dull moment when you are surrounded by 14 crazy people like what I used to have back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8346482461509176874?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8346482461509176874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8346482461509176874' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8346482461509176874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8346482461509176874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/02/tahun-kedua-di-um.html' title='Tahun Kedua Di UM'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2391333673907396894</id><published>2010-01-18T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:06:55.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahun Pertama Di UM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun Pertama Di UM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bulan berapa tak ingat dah. Tapi biasalah masuk kolej ke universiti ke, mesti area tengah tahun sekitar Julai takpun Ogos. Julai rasanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masuk first day registration dah jumpa Shahid Mukhlis depan pagar kolej. Aduh. Satu kolej dengan Shahid. Dulu Matrikulasi dengan dia jugak. Selalu jugak dia datang bilik nak pinjam baca komik. Tapi semenjak dia jadi Jawatankuasa Pelajar ke apa nama tah tak ingat, dia dah tak datang bilik baca komik lagi. Mungkin segan bercampur dengan orang bawahan takpun dah tak minat baca komik. Mungkin nampak tak matang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kolej rasa macam sarang semut. Banyak sangat terowong la koridor la. First time masuk dah fail, salah masuk koridor perempuan. Kena tarik dengan akak apetah. Then jumpa kawan kawan matriks ramai jugak adelah dalam 5,6 orang kalau tak silap. Rasa secure sikit diri ni. At least kalau malu ke malu ramai ramai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orientasi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baru masuk dah pandai ponteng orientasi. Dari datang lambat kena pumping baik tidur kat bilik tak kena pape. Nampak orang isi borang PTPTN nak ikut jugak pastu dapat lah pulak. Sia sia kena marah dengan ayah sebab mintak PTPTN tu. Malam malam jalan pergi Dewan Tunku Conselor dahlah kolej kitorang paling hujung. Lawan lawan sorak tengah jalan, dalam dewan la. Memang legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kolej Kediaman Kesepuluh, apa yang sedang anda lakukan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siapa boleh lupa ayat keramat ni. Memang kelakar nak mati, dahlah bergoyang goyang takde suara. Macam orang gila pun ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun pertama di UM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jalan dengan Alfa yang konon macam pandai. Tunjuk bangunan cakap tu Stesen LRT Universiti padahal tu Bangunan Ungku Aziz dalam UM. Kitorang bodoh percaya je semua dia cakap. Daftar subjek pun ikut nasihat dia. Sekarang dia manetah. Final year tu langusng tak nampak dia. Ada orang cakap dia terlibat dengan sindiket curi kereta. Tapi susah jugak nak percaya Alfa yang masuk pancaragam tu curik kereta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Midvalley time tu nak pergi naik bas tambang RM 1 je. Dari depan library naik bas bayar 50 sen, pastu sampai Stesen Universiti bayar lagi 50 sen ke Midvalley. Rasa macam hari hari boleh pergi. Memang pergi hari hari pun. Midvalley rasa macam kedai runcit kolej je. Pergi pakai baju tidur dengan selipar toilet. Pastu gelakkan budak budak poyo mane tah yang pergi nak dress up siap pakai kot la rambut pacak la. Hari Jumaat je pergi Midvalley beli barang keperluan asas seperti makanan, emm.. makanan, kadang kadang barang mandian, makanan,  pakaian, makanan, dan gelakkan budak poyo. Tu keperluan asas juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rasanya kitorang pergi sana pakai macam peminta sedekah je, cuma takde cawan kat tangan je. Kalau masuk kedai besar sikit kena halau kot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum kelas start boleh lagi pergi beli Rotiboy kat Midvalley. Memang terbaik. Duit banyak sebab dapat loan. Beli lah baju yang best best sikit. Kasut la jaket la semua. Tengok wayang hari hari. Belajar belajar pergi Damansara, Uptown, Downtown, Oldtown and mana mana Town lagi yang ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Belajar tak payah cakap. Subjek susun sendiri. Start mesti lewat sebab nak tidur lambat and bangun lambat. Habis mesti nak awal. Petang nak tidur lagi. Bantai je ambik subjek tah pape kemudian dah pasti la menyesal di kemudian hari. Purata class start pukul 10.00 pagi, memang syahdu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day class daftar subjek Geologi. Pengenalan Kepada Bumi dan Batuan kot. Lecturer terus bagi latihan banyak gila, suruh beli itu ini la and hafal nama batu macam macam. Terus angkat tangan cakap nak drop class. Setengah jam je ambik kelas Geologi tu. Matematik Asas tahan satu kelas. Siap beli buku RM 10. Duduk belakang sekali dalam hall yang besar nak mati. Pastu tak toleh belakang lagi. Drop terus dan takkan ambik lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daftar subjek TITAS dekat Pusat Sukan. Dah satu kerja kena pusing satu UM dah lah jalan kaki nak kena pergi Pusat Sukan. Semua Alfa punya pasal sebab bengap sangat cakap PS tu Pusat Sumber depan Fakulti tu. Chulan lagi bengap cakap PS tu Pusat Seni. Dua minggu jugak lah ambik kelas TITAS kat Pusat Sukan, Jalan kaki jauh nak mati, kena lari lagi sebab rushing pastu miss lunch. Dalam kelas diam je tak bersuara sebab budak Pusat Sukan badan besar besar. Nasib baik still dalam minggu add and drop, minggu terbaik dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu add and drop. Minggu paling best dalam life student UM. Class yang confirm ambik takyah datang. Yang tak confirm lagi, datang tengok dan tak suka terus drop laju laju pastu kutuk kutuk dan gelak gelak dengan kawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First year tak belajar pape. Latihan lecturer bagi pura pura buat. Lecturer datang sorok sorok kertas sebab malu nampak kertas kosong. Takpun pura pura tukar muka surat sebelah konon macam nak buat next question. Padahal dua page semua kosong je. Lecturer datang lagi tukar page sebelah pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak final exam sibuk cari set soalan TITAS, Sains Sastera tah ape benda tah tak ingat dah semua tu. Biostatistik tak belajar pape dapat D. Repeat balik dapat D lagi.  Beratur pagi pagi kat Bangunan Peperiksaan. Dapat yang satu hari ada 3 paper memang sakit. Kalau budak Math dapat macam tu memang confirm 3 F dalam tangan. Nasib baik Sains Bio lecturer baik sikit. Exam semua ade gap. Antara paper tu macam boleh balik kampung dulu. Study week lagi lah best. 2 minggu. Kalau nak balik kampung kahwin dengan gadis pilihan mak kat kampung dulu pun sempat sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Habis exam rasa happy macam masuk syurga. Dapat result rasa macam masuk neraka, Tak sabar nak cuti padahal cuti balik rumah bosan je. Pastu tunggu result keluar dan pastu tunggu minggu paling best dalam hidup seorang pelajar UM. Minggu add and drop sem depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bestnye hidup seorang pelajar IPTA (yang tak ambik course berat berat). Yang ambik course berat padan muka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2391333673907396894?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2391333673907396894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2391333673907396894' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2391333673907396894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2391333673907396894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/01/tahun-pertama-di-um.html' title='Tahun Pertama Di UM'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-5342599453331415557</id><published>2010-01-07T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:37:13.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Woolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Google google and search search Internet about nothing and about everything, I stumbled upon a film entitled The Hours. Then dapat tau pasal Virginia Woolf ni. Okay maybe I am a wee bit slow sebab baru tahu pasal filem ni ke, orang ni ke. But in my defense, 2003 tu tengah nak SPM kot and I think dah penah tengok kot cite ni cuma tak ingat je hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since baru belajar about Psychology thingy so macam tertarik and minat la baca pasal si Woolf ni. Woolf je sebab nak tulis Virginia panjang sangat. Okay I just did tulis Virginia so rasa cam membazir je tadi tulis Woolf je sebab nak jimatkan words. Okay I just did it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Virginia Woolf ni sakit jiwa tah ape tah malas actually nak baca tapi adala sakit. She ended up committing suicide by drowning herself in a river dengan cara letak poket penuh batu. I wont die that way kot sebab setakat pakai jeans ni berapa banyak sangat la batu boleh letak dalam kocek. Anyway, she wrote 2 letters to her husband, ada cakap 1 to her hubby and other to her sister tapi takpela any will do. Her letter can be read below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Dearest, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedih jugak baca surat ni. No one should be left alone when facing a crisis. No one. It helps if you have someone, a friend, a companion, a loved one to help you. But at times, kita rasa takut dan risau that maybe we are being a burden to those who care about us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dont know about others but for me, if I have someone who needs me, who love me, and whom I love back in equal measures, her problem and trouble are mine too. It is mine to carry, and mine to withstand. So please love, dear, dont feel afraid to pour all of your trouble into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will never ever be a burden for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another, most of the time it is actually a case of mind over matter. Be at ease, clear your head. Dont let all of those troubled thoughts overrule your mind. You have been strong enough to cast it away all these time. So please, dont let this small thing, an obstacle in your long, happy journey, to thwart you back dear. Continue what you have been doing because you are doing just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dont let the thought occupied your mind. That wont help. Think of all things that are good and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think of all the happy thoughts that you have. Even the small one. The smell of a lovely morning of a weekend. The wind gushing down during a rain and how it swept your face. The face of a cat who love you and always makes you smile. The funny cartoon you love during your childhood. The songs that will always make you smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life aint a bed of roses, but who needs a bed of roses anyway, there are full of thorns. Life aint a rainbow too but who needs a rainbow. They appear to make us happy but they are actually never there, and then they leave us. And even if Forest Gump said that his momma said that life is a box of chocolates, chocolates get you fat anyway and you will eventually suffer from diabetes. So be careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My point, nobody, and no one, can tell you and say how you should live your life, and determine what kind of live you will live. It is yours to decide, yours to shape and mould. So live your life, and be all that you can be. And be happy in doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy thoughts and smiles along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thats how I want to live my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if, and when I die, I wish thousands will come, bringing happy thoughts and smiles along the way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And hopefully besok boleh bangun awal dan pergi kelas. Dan tak tidur sepanjang kelas macam hari ini. Kelas buat kat panggung wayang, duduk belakang, gelap dan sejuk. Jiwa remaja mana yang boleh tahan godaan macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9175917738365756575-5342599453331415557?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/5342599453331415557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=5342599453331415557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5342599453331415557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5342599453331415557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/01/virginia-woolf.html' title='Virginia Woolf'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-5112801205773767465</id><published>2010-01-06T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:56:37.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Block Psychology Dah Habis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD) is defined by the American Psychiatric Association as a personality disorder characterized by a pattern of excessive emotionality and attention-seeking, including an excessive need for approval and inappropriate seductiveness, usually beginning in early adulthood. These individuals are lively, dramatic, enthusiastic, and flirtatious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They may be inappropriately sexually provocative, express strong emotions with an impressionistic style, and be easily influenced by others. Associated features may include egocentrism, self-indulgence, continuous longing for appreciation, feelings that are easily hurt, and persistent manipulative behaviour to achieve their own needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The person's appearance, behavior, and history, along with a psychological evaluation, are usually sufficient to establish the diagnosis. Treatment is often prompted by depression associated with dissolved romantic relationships. Medication does little to affect this personality disorder, but may be helpful with symptoms such as depression. Psychotherapy may also be of benefit. A mnemonic that can be used to remember the criteria for histrionic personality disorder is PRAISE ME :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;P&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Provocative or seductive behavior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Relationships, considered more intimate than they are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Attention, must be at center of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Influenced easily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Speech style - wants to impress, lacking details&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Emotional lability, shallowness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Make-up - physical appearance used to draw attention to self&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Exaggerated emotions - theatrical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People with this disorder are usually able to function at a high level and can be successful socially and professionally. People with histrionic personality disorder usually have good social skills, but they tend to use these skills to manipulate other people and become the center of attention. Furthermore, histrionic personality disorder may affect a person's social or romantic relationships or their ability to cope with losses or failures. People with this disorder lack genuine empathy. They start relationships well but tend to falter when depth and durability are needed, alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation. They may seek treatment for depression when romantic relationships end, although this is by no means a feature exclusive to this disorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They often fail to see their own personal situation realistically, instead tending to dramatize and exaggerate their difficulties. They may go through frequent job changes, as they become easily bored and have trouble dealing with frustration. Because they tend to crave novelty and excitement, they may place themselves in risky situations. All of these factors may lead to greater risk of developing depression. There also tends to be a heavy correlation with this disorder and bisexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Additional symptoms include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exhibitionist behavior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Constant seeking of reassurance or approval.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excessive dramatics with exaggerated displays of emotions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excessive sensitivity to criticism or disapproval.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inappropriately seductive appearance or behavior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excessive concern with physical appearance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somatic symptoms, and using these symptoms as a means of garnering attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A need to be the center of attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low tolerance for frustration or delayed gratification.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rapidly shifting emotional states that may appear superficial or exaggerated to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tendency to believe that relationships are more intimate than they actually are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making rash decisions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks Wikipedia :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9175917738365756575-5112801205773767465?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/5112801205773767465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=5112801205773767465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5112801205773767465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5112801205773767465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/01/block-psychology-dah-habis.html' title='Block Psychology Dah Habis!'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3937963947418618048</id><published>2010-01-02T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:32:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahun Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of Tahun baru Islam or Awal Muharram is Jumaat. First day of Tahun Baru Masihi is Jumaat too. Nice. Topped off with a full moon. Then an eclipse. Beautiful. Cantik sangat bulan malam tu. Its big, bright and shiny. Nothing a human made creation can ever beat that off. A moon in its full glory. So beautiful and captivating. So easy on the eye but yet so mysterious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time in recent years, i spend New Year eve at home. No noisy celebration, no going out here and there, eating out. Its good i guess, peaceful. I spend the night with a person I love so all is great for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a mixed years for me, for us. We have some of our lowest point of our life, but we also experienced some of our highest point throughout this year. Its the year i graduated, do a Master, quit a Master, take up Medicine, meet new people, meet interesting people, meet Fatin, went to Penang, went to so many places, live at Sunway, live at Cyber. So many more and I just cant think of them right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many friends getting married, cousins getting married, acquaintances having babies, but sadly this is also the year when death seems to surround us. So many people I know dies and to a certain extent, it scares me a little and that feeling of uneasiness crept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many great things happen last year and if I were to find any regret, I dont seem to think of any. Maybe I regretted not applying for my MARA scholarship earlier. My laptop was stolen, that I regretted. The breakup, well, all is well now, it made me into a better person. Besides, on my behalf, there was nothing that i can do to prevent it anyway. Dilla went to Aussie, its not a thing to lament, we should be happy for her. But it is better if she is here close to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 ialah tahun miskin. Money is scarce. Last time I really went out to pampered myself is 2008. This year I bought a shoe, 2 jeans, several baju kemeja, I think 2 or 3 actually. Beli laptop sebab laptop kena curi. Beli lense and jual balk lense. T shirts, well, rasanya tahun ni tak beli pun. Macam tak jumpa yang menarik hati. Oh, I bought a white Bodyglove t shirt but thats all. Jalan pergi OU, Sunway, Mid, Sg Wang semua but still rasa macam takde yang menarik. Maybe takde duit actually haha. No more Giordano, Seeds, Domanche (betul ke eja ni) like I used to do on my early days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope you can be a better year than 2009. Wish i can be a better person. I want to smile all the time. Learned a lot last year so patut nya I should be a better person this year. If there is one thing I can aim to try, I want to be more and more quiet. I think I managed to do so come the end of last year. Now I plan to be more quiet. Till the point I am invisible hehe. And manage money, time and study better haha. Okay thats all. Buat resolution banyak banyak pun tak achieve sedih je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smile always, love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3937963947418618048?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3937963947418618048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3937963947418618048' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3937963947418618048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3937963947418618048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2010/01/tahun-baru.html' title='Tahun Baru'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-482594493713181901</id><published>2009-12-29T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:04:21.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagu ini lah yang buat sedih bila teringat Didil. Benci lagu ni. Some parts maybe tak kena tapi some parts, you know la kan which parts, buat sayu je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Balik cepat please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesnt get your humour like I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey isnt this easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You say you find I know you better than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standin by, waiting at your back door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this time how could you not know that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing by or waiting at your back door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this time how could you not know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senang je update blog ni actually. Copy paste lirik lagu je hehe licik betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-482594493713181901?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/482594493713181901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=482594493713181901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/482594493713181901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/482594493713181901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/12/easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy.html' title='Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8333701843339214859</id><published>2009-12-21T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:30:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPD Exam Kejap Lagi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jika mimpi masa silam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bisa kusimpan dalam kaca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jadi perhiasan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasti aku abadikan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zaman riang kanak-kanak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pabila hujan mengundang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suasana bahagia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dalam hidup yang seindah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimpi yang tidak pernah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melukakan perasaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Childhood memories were the best. Zaman zaman when everything were done purely. No hidden agenda, no bad motives, no selfish thoughts. Well, mungkin ada tapi it was childish, childplay, unlike when we are older. As a kid, everything is beautiful and magnificent. We learn to appreciate everything, even a simple thing. We appreciate the nice weather which permits us to go and play. Even if it rains, we smile and we laugh. We appreciate the joy and the fun that the rain brings. We see every challenges and obstacles as another adventure which awaits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A simple toy or a simple book, can keep us occupied for hours, days. A friend is anyone who will share a toy with us, or happen to be in the same play park. We dont prejudiced, we dont scheme, we embrace anyone who is willing to be with us, have fun with us. We hold grudges for seconds, minutes or maybe hour at top. Life is too much of a playground to hold grudges. Looking into a child's eyes, how I sometime wish that the innocence never leaves their eyes. That they can be pure, innocence, good at heart, as long as they may. Something which me, and maybe us, has failed to do or hold to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tapi kini bila dewasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku mula sedar betapa mimpi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanyalah suatu permainan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jiwa insan dalam kesepian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time and age matures us. It bring about maturity, responsibility, and with that, the child in us slowly dies, or suppressed to our innermost self. We begin to scoff at a child's naivety, smirking a smile at their supposed idiocy, and irritated at their unplaced playfulness, forgetting we ourselves, were once a child. Our responsibility, our maturity, which are supposed to bring added dynamism to our life, just push us to a corner. We accused it as bringing a burden to our life, blaming it for killing the child inside. When we infact, were the one who slowly suffocates it with our negativity about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jika mimpi cinta kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bisa kuzahirkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jadi lukisan yang menarik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasti aku sentosakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malam pesta bila engkau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lafazkan janji dan memelukku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sepanjang tarian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hingga pipi aku terasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basah dalam tangisan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang penuh kesyukuran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ingat nak sambung lagi tapi kejap lagi ada exam PPD pulak pukul 2. I havent read a thing tapi same la semua orang pun tak study. Personal &amp;amp; Personal Development kot tajuk die. Last part lagu ni actually memang dah tak tau nak tulis ape pon hehe. But it is something nice to be done. Holding some one close to you during dance. Having some one close to you. Kissing. Rain. Dark night. Oh okay maybe sebab sentimental baru tengok cousin kahwin haha. Rasa macam nak kahwin jugak someday nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sape nak cop i jadi pengapit die, so far ade 3 orang dah cop haha. If, one day I get married, nak suruh sape jadi pengapit ye. Sape nak jadi my pengapit bagi tau ye. I'll put your name into consideration in case Brad Pitt sibuk time tu ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bubye nak gi exam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9175917738365756575-8333701843339214859?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8333701843339214859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8333701843339214859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8333701843339214859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8333701843339214859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/12/jika-mimpi-masa-silam-bisa-kusimpan.html' title='PPD Exam Kejap Lagi!'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6881630859294838663</id><published>2009-12-17T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:04:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually ada benda nak tulis tapi belum ada kesempatan. So post je la lirik ni for the time being just for the sake of nak tulis something. Kenapa recently I've been feeling a lot lot associated with the song. Can a person be at both extreme at the same time. Both extremely happy but at the same time, you know, the other end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pukul 8 esok exam but truth be told, malas gila nak study. Baru baca sampai otak otak punya parts. If dalam slide tu baru 10 slide terawal of first note dan ada like 4 set of notes lagi. But im reading a book, so pasrah je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;21 Guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it's not worth dying for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you look for a place to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did someone break your heart inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in ruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in ruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you burned down the house and home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in ruins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-6881630859294838663?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6881630859294838663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6881630859294838663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6881630859294838663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6881630859294838663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-guns.html' title='21 Guns'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-5180730695528371591</id><published>2009-12-09T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:16:39.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saja jawab Tag kawan kawan. Ulasan kat bawah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1)Beside your lips,where is the favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak boleh fikir kat mana lagi. Leher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayah dah pegi surau. Ambik wuduk terus solat. Pastu mak sound tak masuk waktu Subuh lagi la. Ayah memang pandai trick anak dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Who was the last person / people you took photo with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pae, Shikin, Lan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Would you consider yourself spoiled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup. I think I have tons of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. Slowly and painfully. Kalu dapat humiliatingly lagi bagus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) What does your last text message say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, dalam gmail. Pasword tu tak penting sebab tu dia nampak je ape kite tulis. Something like that la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) What are you thinking right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak tengok bola ke tak malam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9) Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, any friend from the bunch will do. They are welcomed anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10) What was the time you went to bed last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.30 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11) Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tah lupa dah. Kedai sukan kot coz its a jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12) Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vaguely, but yes. And pelik why dia ada dalam my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13) Who was the last person who text you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faliq. A guy from my college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Random name untuk sambung Tag ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Dilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Pae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Shikin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Nunu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Lan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Gjie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Meyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Yazid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Zupi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Paeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14) Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one at the time being kot. And it should stay that way for a long time ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15) Is no.3 a male or a female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die cakap die female. Wallahualam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;16) If no.7 and no.1 get together , would it be a good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha cam topsy turvy gak la kalau jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17) What is no.1 studying about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wildlife Zoology kot and marsupial study, and its something that make us all proud :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18) When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Them tu referring to siapa? Stupid gak you ni kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19) Is no.4 single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nope. Dia main double dulu. Beregu dengan Dilla. Okay tak, dia nak kawin 20.11.2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20) Say something about no. 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak cukup ruang dan masa untuk cerita all the long list of her positives kat sini :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;21) What do you think about no.3 &amp;amp; no.6 being together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu diorang dah pernah kahwin sekali. Tapi takde jodoh. Tak serasi n bawak haluan masing masing. Tapi bagus lah sebab diorang masih kawan baik sampai sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22) Describe no.9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baik hati, kacak, bergaya, peramah, bijaksana. Terlampau susah nak digambar dengan kata kata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23) What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Takkan la fiorang gaduh. Kita kan kawan baik, dah besar panjang dan matang kan. Ape la soalan ni. Underestimate kami pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24) Do you like no. 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mestilah. Lagi nak tanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Moods &amp;amp; Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Susah nak differentiate between a complex situation, and an elaborate lie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mentality is the main problem in Malaysia. Its inadequacies is alarming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysian youth is so, so, very, very, colourful. Only most seems to chose the wrong colour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dah agak dah my holiday wont be a peaceful one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignorance is a bliss used to be my fav words. Now aku sakit hati dengan ignorant people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Generation gap is alive and kicking. Being trapped in between is hellish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suka cuti.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Europa League beckons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, standing from the 16th floor balcony, rasa takut nak tengok bawah. Bukan sebab takut tinggi, but takut what I might do in that instant. Jumping out and comitting suicide is an easy option of getting out of everything in an instant. The only question or barrier from doing it is the question of is it painful, how painful is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, if I jump and live, I can live to tell how painful it is, and why no one should ever try it. If I jump and dont live, it will be painful but alas, the pain will be temporary. Sweet relief will follow. So, its a win-win situation either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku bukan depress ke ape. Ni yang aku terfikir waktu waiting for someone kat tingkat 16 dengan satu masalah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mmuahh bubye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-5180730695528371591?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/5180730695528371591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=5180730695528371591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5180730695528371591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5180730695528371591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/12/saja-jawab-tag-kawan-kawan.html' title=''/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-5227542368604050659</id><published>2009-12-02T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:56:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rindu la kau sebab kau dah jauh sekarang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau tak dulu mesti hari hari kita gelak gelak je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ejek ejek kutuk kutuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cerita macam macam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi perasan tak one thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apsal kita always cerita pasal diri sendiri je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cerita pasal benda yang kita buat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gila self centered haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see other people bila lepak ramai ramai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tend to cerita gosip umpat orang lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always about other people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a good thing I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi kadang kadang ade gak kan cerita pasal Abang Isaac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadang kadang aku bosan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asek kutuk kau benda yang sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cerita benda yang sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess I had to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita tak de benda baru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab dah lama gila tak jumpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dahla kau fly aku tak hantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedih gila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the very least&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila aku kutuk kutuk kau benda yang sama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam juling air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monotonous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuat nanges bebel bercakap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butt face, bontot besar seluar koyak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay terbanyak lak, sorry babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least when saying dat things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings us back to old time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teringat la the moment ke ape berkaitan benda benda tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place, the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our class, our lab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for that one particular moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasa macam kita dekat balik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sorry girl for always ejek ejek kau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tau aku dah janji taknak ejek teruk teruk lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes macam tak sengaja and laju je tekeluar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its for the reason above babe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my apology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pujuk for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebab semalam buat kau majok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaf tau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheer up please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak mao sedih sedih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Murung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or any other negative thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau kau balik sekarang pun sedih je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua orang busy je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let us all wait till February dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia will be a happier place then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-xoxoxoxoxoxo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak tau pun xoxoxoxo tu ape tapi orang suka tulis macam tu kan so aku tulis la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-5227542368604050659?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/5227542368604050659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=5227542368604050659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5227542368604050659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/5227542368604050659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/12/didil.html' title='Didil'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-7530150717482065578</id><published>2009-11-30T18:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:28:39.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snipets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Che Det suka buat Snippet. Considering tadi baru je exam Pengajian Malaysia, maka nak buat entry style Che Det. Pengajian Malaysia is actually a small part of TITAS yang kami dah ambil di UM dulu, tapi tak dapat exemption, memang kejam. Okay here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Tak suka bibik, atau maid atau pembantu rumah. They are going to mess everything up. My favourite shirt always hilang. Tah mane mane diorang letak. My fav shirt dah hilang banyak kali sampai end up dah hilang terus tak jumpa. Balik weekend kejap je baju hilang adei. Tak suka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They always end up sebar cerita buruk, atau memburukkan pasal majikan, meaning our family, bila diorang kumpul kumpul. Then they will run. No matter how good you treat them, you will always end up on the bad side. Oh okay untuk berlaku adil, I had one or two yang baik and honour their contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. In a mess. That is what I am. Badan tak sihat tak boleh nak study. Demam pening selsema. Geram. Tadi baru habis exam Pengajian Malaysia. Esok Mandarin. Jumaat 2 parts of Patho before Final untuk the whole month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pengajian Malaysia tadi hentam je la. Mandarin baru start baca. And block Patho macam tak boleh boleh nak study. Again, God help me get through this. Janji next sem saya jadi baik sikit. Sikit. Okay la tu kan sikit. Please eah God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lepas ni cuuuuutiiiiii!!! Enough said! Seminggu pun seminggu la. Rasa macam heaven gila! Hujung minggu ni last! So kawan kawan, clear your plan and ada pape tolong bagitau okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Ibu bapa memang baik. Kalau ada checklist untuk anak mithali, dan ada banyak box box untuk ditanda, I think my box tak banyak pun yang ditanda. What have I done for my parents, or to my parents. Tah la. Macam tak de pun. Duit jangan la kan, asyik mintak je. Material tu kadang kadang la tapi macam berat ke tak ade. Kasih sayang tak berbelah bagi pun, kadang kadang they have to fight it out with friends and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All in all, I'd say that eventhough maybe they are not the best in the world, they are not perfect, they have their weakness, but my parent is as good as any parent in the world. Sometimes rase macam I dont deserve them. Kalau lah dapat parent yang jahat sikit ke pun takpe, tak la rasa bersalah sangat kadang kadang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. They put their personal good for anak anak. Kadang kadang harap tolong lah spend duit tu untuk diri sendiri. Phone, laptop dah bertahun dah tak tukar. Ayah tu kemeja bukan nak beli, kasut pun, sedih kadang kadang tengok. But diorang spend spend untuk anak macam aku yang tak berguna ni. Adoi, sedih je rasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Sehubungan dengan perkara di atas, last year ayah belikan Saga for us, for us, for me to use. But since my brother use them a lot, my father gave me a nice suprise dengan belikan another car, although this time a second hand car la. But okay la, tak sampai 2 tahun lagi. Past owner dah modify sikit sikit so cantik gak la. Warna putih. Ayah hantar kedai suruh servis servis so tak ready untuk dibawak lagi. Oh, its a Gen 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yang penting, walaupun radio dia macam buruk dan mintak ditukar, cermin dia semua gelaaaaaaap! As I said to Dilla, cermin gelap, senang la kita nak ehem ehem. Ehem. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senang la kita nak drive tak lah silau sangat kan Dilla kan. Penumpang tidur pun selesa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Gambar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnvZJRxhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5cRdAQREgZE/s1600/DSC_6029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409852010047587858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnvZJRxhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5cRdAQREgZE/s320/DSC_6029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnu4xKAVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/I7y13KhL0RU/s1600/DSC_6018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409852001356480850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnu4xKAVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/I7y13KhL0RU/s320/DSC_6018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnuY0h62I/AAAAAAAAAPU/wnmmFnEnQ2Q/s1600/DSC_6017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409851992780696418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnuY0h62I/AAAAAAAAAPU/wnmmFnEnQ2Q/s320/DSC_6017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tak reti amek gambar. Kereta warna putih, asik nak silau je kerjenye. Bila tah nak bawak kereta ni sebab duit MARA tak dapat lagi. Minyak tak boleh dibeli dengan ayat manis je. Sampai berjumpa lagi babai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notakakikubosanlamatakmainbola :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mak cakap kereta warna putih, dalam agak berbau sebab owner lama smoking, so rasa macam beli toilet bowl yang besar. Putih, kilat dan smelly = toilet bowl yang besar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-7530150717482065578?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/7530150717482065578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=7530150717482065578' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7530150717482065578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7530150717482065578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/11/snipets.html' title='Snipets'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SxOnvZJRxhI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5cRdAQREgZE/s72-c/DSC_6029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2969935486406910821</id><published>2009-11-16T12:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:50:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning : This entry will use the word transcend a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First one : Love transcend infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At times, or is it at time, I cant never tell, people confuse love and infatuation a lot. A lot. They think they are falling in love with a person. Feeling like every piece of the jigsaw is fitting together, everything is perfect. Time moves slowly. This is it, their match. Their love. Many weeks or months later, the intensity dies. The infatuation dies. The love didnt. It was never there in the first place. So be careful. Learn to differ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Second one : Love that transcend love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is not two teenagers holding hands, wearing couple T shirt. Neither it is nor will it ever be two teenagers of different sex, or be it the same, locking lips in a dark alleyway, staircase, or a cheap motel room. Locking lips before locking something else. It transcend that. That, even if it is love, for the tiniest, briefest of moment that it can be called that, is the lowest low of love, if there is a rank of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mother love know no boundaries. Its the greatest love of all. Excluding the love of God to His creation. Can you love someone who is handicapped. Spend your entire life with him or her. Yes maybe you can, but its hard isnt it. Can you hold, hug, and kiss someone with a Down Syndrome, Turner Syndrome, or any other genetical abnormalities, or physiological deformities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Would you lock lips with your loved one if he or she has a cleft lips, or goo and saliva tearing down from their mouth. A mother wont mind all that. She will still love her child no mother what. Perfect or not, her child is still the best child in the world. And she will love her child until the end of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Third one : Lesson About Kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kiss on the cheek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shows how much you care about a person. A tell tale of love. But it reflect innocence, naivety, and love in a caring manner, in a good way. Like a parent kissing their child on the cheek before they head to school. Wishing their child all the best and wishing for their safety return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A kiss on the forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People says, and I tend to agree, it reflect on purity. A kiss, motioned by love, reflecting on purity and well wishes. It is deeper than a kiss on a cheek. It shows the person how much we care about them, how we wishes all the best for them, wishing we can always make the world a safe and happy world for them. It reflects on our purity, how much do we care and love that one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A kiss on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It reflects on passion. How deep and fiery your passion is toward someone, a burning love. However, I must say that this is often associated with lust and is not the best kiss there is. Yes, it might be, it will be, and yes oh yes it will be. You will know this. But, nothing, just but. I leave it at that for your own interpretation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So choose your kiss carefully. I personally prefer the kiss on a forehead to show my love, when the time comes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last one : Love has many form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learn to smile, and accept every little things and mistakes, and weaknesses of our loved one, as that is what make they who they really are. And if we cant tolerate and accept that, we are not worthy to get their love in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when a parent spend all their live saving for the comfort of their child. For the child future and happiness, eventhough knowing they might not be able to live to see it, or get anything back in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when a married couple lie asleep in bed hugging each other close, just after they had a big fight that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when a wife wakes up early in the morning to cook his husband his favourite meal, eventhough her 80 years old knee is barely clinging to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is when a parent spend all their live saving for the comfort of their child. For the child future and happiness, eventhough knowing they might not be able to live to see it, or get anything back in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can you think of any love better than a parent love? I dont think I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, there are many many forms of love that I cant think of. Do help me in finding more ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2969935486406910821?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2969935486406910821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2969935486406910821' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2969935486406910821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2969935486406910821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8302910392966780311</id><published>2009-11-12T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:37:01.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit pinggang Menaip Baring Atas Katil Camni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another day, another week, another exam. Bosan sungguh kadang kadang. Things are getting pretty mundane. Its repetitious. Everything is in a cycle. You have to tip-toed all the times. A success wont ensure anything. Come next week, its all start over and you have to start over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend are anticipated with bated breath. Come the exam, past the exam. And then 2 days of freedom. Of unbridled joys. Of sheer ecstasy and craziness. For 2 days, I can be just another normal teenage, and not some wired medical students who have to slogged it out through every days with facts, notes, and books. Who compete for every piece of information and points, and who will step on each other just to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu belajar best gila. Ingat tak main main waktu lab. Macam haram tak dengar arahan and bantai buat sendiri. Main main je. Lab serangga Dr Azidah pergi makan rojak, cendol, beli kuih dekat kolej. Lepas sana sini siap keluar UM lagi. Lab Dr Rizman tah berapa kali je datang. And waktu yang datang tu, lawan main yang type type kat Facebook tu. Gila semangat. Gila tak guna sungguh. Datang lab main Facebook je. Ye la. first time lab ade komputer kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab tumbuhan bosan nak mati kan. Lukis lukis lukis. Sebaek pastu ade la buat buat eksperimen sikit. Tapi memang Pipi dan Pae je la buat. Kite yang lain memang main je la pastu copy result je. Lab Prof Norma tengok kambing. Ces, berapa kali je pegi tengok. All in all, it was good, it was fun. Infact it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi lab aku duduk bace notes je and dengar lecture. Malas nak cucuk cucuk jarum kat jari. Suruh orang lain buat. Korang pun tau kan aku sensitif sikit jarum ni hehe. Ni kena belajar lagi esok exam. My days are filled with sleep this week. This block macam easier. Well, everything will be better than Chemistry for me. But this block is different. Belajar banyak kena tgk slides, I mean gambar. Hafal rupa cell itu, cell ini, organ itu ini. Penyakit itu ini jadi macam mana. Susah gak nak belajar and hafal all those pics kalau print notes dalam black and white haha. Memang tak cam la warna camne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can say everything is falling into places. I wish. But things are so far ahead, nak jatuh satu satu pun belum ade makna pape. So, im taking it reaaaaallllyyyy slow in everything. Love my life, love my friends, love my family. tak love MARA sebab tak bagi bagi lagi duit. MARA bedebah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy my friends, ceria selalu and be positive! There are many more happy and good things in life. Lets count our blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8302910392966780311?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8302910392966780311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8302910392966780311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8302910392966780311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8302910392966780311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/11/sakit-pinggang-menaip-baring-atas-katil.html' title='Sakit pinggang Menaip Baring Atas Katil Camni'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1983035114952104707</id><published>2009-11-06T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:30:51.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Grin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Block Biochem sudah habis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fail ke pass ke belakang kira. Janji Block Biochem dah habis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hidup kembali normal!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, selepas 2 minggu lebih tutup benda ni dah tak reti nak tulis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Block Biochem dah habis!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1983035114952104707?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1983035114952104707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1983035114952104707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1983035114952104707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1983035114952104707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-grin.html' title='Big Grin'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1508557567895632239</id><published>2009-10-19T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:44:22.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emosi Ini (Roshailan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu yang sudah, saya pulang ke rumah di Johor bagi menyambut harijadi ummi. 16 Oktober 2009. Makan makan, rehat rehat, things you usually do when you're at home. Next week I'll be going home yet again. Minggu depan abang kepada Ijal akan berkahwin. Saudara Fahmi Hassan. Tahniah kepada beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak berapa tau nak tulis ape sebenanye. Tapi nak tulis gak sebab bosan lame tak update. Emm okay, things that occupy my mind recently. Aku rasa aku pemalu hehe. Memang agak susah nak tegur orang yang tak kenal, atau tak berminat nak kenal. Sometimes aku tak tegur orang, tak berminat nak tegur sebab rasa eventually akan kenal jugak. So we'll cross that bridge when the time comes. Macam budak budak di Kolej ni. Eventually insyallah akan kenal jugak so, as I said, we'll cross that bridge when the time comes, tak payah la aku susah susah nak tegur orang hari hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But sometimes, there'll be a time yang aku akan bertindak di luar norma. Gagahkan diri, menahan rasa malu atau ape pergi tegur sebab memang rasa nak sangat sangat kenal. I think I am blessed with a gift. My sixth sense is great and I am thankful for it. Selalu sangat ape yang aku rase memang betul. Apa yang aku fikir, judge, atau first impression aku selalu betul. Bukan nak berlagak ke ape tapi just sharing a bit about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So at times, aku tengok orang dan aku rase macam, we can be a good, good or maybe even great, close friends. So aku tegur. So far, aku pernah buat sekali je dengan Lily haha and thankfully, it turns out to be true dan ye, kami masih kawan baik hingga sekarang. There was a time when we were very very close sampai kan kalau aku ade teman wanita pun mesti die jeles dan bagitau mak die cakap aku ade perempuan lain sebab die rase macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hypothetically speaking la, peristiwa macam ni tak pernah jadi pun sebab aku tak pernah ade teman wanita :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh dan recently, I feel about doing the same thing again. Truth be told, I am dying for the companion of a girl. Haha okay agak lucah bunyik die. Tapi bukan macam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dulu di UM, I have like many close great friends. Ramai lelaki. Tapi ramai juga perempuan. We meet on a daily basis. The mixture of interaction, lelaki dan perempuan, spices up our life dan menjadikan never a dull moment in life. Sangat sangat seronok. Kalau macam orang yang agak konservatif dan pandang dari jauh dan beranggapan lelaki dan perempuan tak boleh jadi kawan baik, bergembira bersama sama, maka maaf kerana bagi aku they are missing one of the gift of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys and girls can be a close, great friends together and there is nothing wrong with that. People who despised it or dont believe in one just havent been in one themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my point, itu dulu, sekarang I spend my time with lelaki. Testosteron. Bulu kaki. Rumah dengan 6 lelaki, for sure la kan, kelas duduk dengan berapa puluh lelaki. Balik ke rumah lelaki lagi dari malam sampai pagi. Good, its good, but things can be great. Testosteron dan bulu kaki hari hari penat jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kolej ni memang baik, sentiasa asingkan lelaki perempuan sampai ke jamuan raya, aktiviti pape, always asing. Dulu even kat kelas pun, kadang kadang aku tidur kat riba Dilla atau Shikin. Lab tumbuhan aku sorang laki tapi ape aku kisah. My best friends were with me. Dalam van ke field jangan cakap lah. Kaki, tangan, bahu, bantal bersilang silang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more thing, aku agak kurang suka dengan satu tanggapan pre-historic. Men akan get close dengan perempuan with a motive. Duh. Tak boleh ke just let them be. Interactions happen everyday. People will be saying things, many things, as if it is wrong for someone to get to know someone else from the opposite sex. Dulu zaman sekolah menengah memang macam tu la dan sangat membencikan. Thankfully kat UM tak macam tu dan I have the privileged of getting many great friends there from the opposite sex. But now, it seems high school all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Men and women can be close friends. Great friends close friends. Stop judging stop saying and start living. Aku tak faham macam mane ramai orang still tak sedar benda ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I am badly in need of a girl's companion haha. Seriesly dapat sorang dua kawan pun jadilah. Asking for a good friend or maybe, someone who share even the slightest hint of interest or wavelength is like asking for too much. Tapi aku pon salah sebab I am not even trying to find one pun. Malas dan mengharap bulan jatuh ke riba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now, I am making an effort and hopefully, it wont be in vain. Sometime, most of the time, behind this comedic ugly face, stupid mind and weak stature of mine, I wish upon a time when people can take the time to know me, and realize about the one thing that I am always proud of, most proud of, of how big of a heart do I have and how I will always be a good friend, who pray for his friends everyday because I am loving them so much with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye, nak berak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1508557567895632239?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1508557567895632239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1508557567895632239' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1508557567895632239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1508557567895632239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/10/emosi-ini-roshailan.html' title='Emosi Ini (Roshailan)'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-6481726360216216892</id><published>2009-10-14T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:54:35.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just when you thought that everything is okay, is good. That you wont feel a thing, no hurting, you're immune, you're  thick. Then the past just come slicing through your skin stabbing your heart. Opening up the deep wound that you thought were once closed. Do you need to do that, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I were a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and make the rules as I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause I know that she’ll be faithful,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for me to come home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say it's just a mistake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think i'd forgive you like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You thought wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you don't understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9175917738365756575-6481726360216216892?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/6481726360216216892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=6481726360216216892' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6481726360216216892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/6481726360216216892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-when.html' title='Just When'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1146190449265046813</id><published>2009-10-14T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:01:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Payah Toleh Belakang Lagi. Depan Is The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="lyrics"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I baru balik dari HUKM. Went to Pharmacy Department there and guess what. I think I can imagine you working there, busy as a bee, looking all important and full of authorities. More importantly, looking very pretty and lovely in those lab coat haha. Okay, what an inappropriate opening sentence. But going there open my eyes to Pharmacy Dept and their work behind the scene and I say, we have them as much as the doctor to thanked for in the healthcare system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a happy happy week. Pergi beraya. Photomarathon. Emm ape lagi, oh last week result, lagi lagi okay duit takde tapi hati happy so boleh tahan la. Ape lagi. Lepak Sunway as usual. Oh, jalan kat tasik semalam. So all in all im having quite a good time minggu ni. Happy dan puas hati. Hujung minggu ni balik rumah. Rindu rumah. Rindu family. Sayang kawan kawan. Lama dah tak rasa hidup stabil dan happy macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back on the past half year, or more, Id have to say that even I am impressed with myself. Tak sangka aku yang waktu macam ni boleh datang. Sungguh sungguh tak sangka. Tak sangka yang there can be a time yang aku boleh tengok ke belakang dan cakap tanpa sebarang keraguan kekesalan atau perasaan bersalah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What the hell, i dont give a shit anymore"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku macam nak tambah "Pergi M****s tapi macam kejam sangat so takpelah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously bila fikir fikir balik, apa yang Amirul cakap betul jugak. Walupun mungkin dia merepek je tau. Mirul macam Barney dalam How I Met Your Mother. Seriously. Always ada je clever advice dia nak bagi. Kekadang merapu merepek tapi kekadang pikir balik ade gak betulnya. Dulu Mirul cakap (himpunan kata kata dia, bukan exact words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dont worry, Take a month for each year. Just forget about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dont look down. There's nothing for you to pick up, or pick you up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look up."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, thanks bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aku rasa macam nak nyanyi lagu ni kuat kuat. Lama tak dengar and haritu karoke terdengar balik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selamat  tinggal sayang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bila umurku panjang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelak ku kan datang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuk buktikan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satu balas kan kau jelang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jangan menangis sayang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ku ingin kau rasakan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pahitnya terbuang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sia-sia, memang kau pantas dapatkan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ya, betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nak bagitau gak. Aku tak pernah tak tidur dalam kelas. Last block, kena tangkap dalam dua kali. Block baru ni, hari hari kantoi tidur. Sebaek lect baik dan betimbang rasa. Tapi tadi lect dah tak tahan. Die kate duk depan ni bia senang die cubit sambil ajar. Die soh aku dok depan, tempat perempuan, sorang sorang wuwuwuwu. Sebaek selepas sedikit senyuman, kata kata manis, dan bantuan Kit, dapat duk depan je tak payah gi tempat perempuan. Prof Nor Aini memang baik dan kelakar. Beliau lah yang interview saya dulu dan mungkin sebab itu dia bertimbang rasa dengan saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi dah duduk depan pun aku tidur gak. Hampeh. Maaf prof. Saya tidur awal prof. Pukul 10 tidur dah. Buku pun tak baca. tapi ngantuk gak. 15 minutes dah ngantuk. Saya dah cuba macam macam. Makan, minum, dengar lagu, menconteng. Gagal juga. Saya berjanji, selepas ini saya akan cuba bersungguh sungguh untuk tak tidur. Sebab saya rasa bersalah sangat bila kecilkan hati atau menghampakan orang, terutama yang banyak berjasa pada saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9175917738365756575-1146190449265046813?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1146190449265046813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1146190449265046813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1146190449265046813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1146190449265046813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-baru-balik-dari-hukm.html' title='Tak Payah Toleh Belakang Lagi. Depan Is The Way'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3589379398230164605</id><published>2009-10-07T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T04:15:53.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, clearing things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau boleh aku tak nak sebenarnya buat entry atau tulis pasal benda bosan dan sedih gloomy. Nk jugak tulis benda best happy ke menarik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi realitinya, memang tiada. Hari hari bosan dan agak, agak menyakitkan hati. Ada je benda tak kena. Ade je benda or tanggungjawab kena buat. Dan tambah dengan fact yang tiap Jumaat akan ada exam, dan Jumaat ni ialah final exam, agak susah la untuk ada hari hari yang ceria dalam hidup sepanjang minggu. Takyah exam xleh ke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiap kali Isnin aku akan, macam, cepat la Jumaat lantak la exam camne pun. Memang malas gila study. Yang aku tau weekend harap harap boleh keluar jumpa kawan kawan. Tu je lah highlight of my day, week, month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bosan bosan bosan. Cam iklan deco deco deco tu. Malas gila nak stadi. Dapat 70 something something je ok la. Malas nak struggle nak kejar A ke ape. Haisyhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan aku menulis ni kat blog coz I have no one to vent out. Menyedihkan dan pathetic betul huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace out, &lt;i&gt;hombre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3589379398230164605?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3589379398230164605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3589379398230164605' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3589379398230164605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3589379398230164605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler-iii.html' title='Filler III'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-393194897685424093</id><published>2009-10-07T03:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:53:32.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIller II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam everyone dan semua orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Warning : Tiada nada atau bibit gembira dalam entry ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was supposed to be another round of entry about my friends, notably Fifi and Roshy. Tapi tiba tiba rasa cam malas nak sambung. Nantilah insyallah kalau ada masa atau kerajinan aku sambung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've spend the last 2 minggu ni tengok cerita How I Met Your Mother. It was funny, hell yeah, funny like hell. Dulu ramai kawan kawan yang ajak dan suruh dan syorkan tengok tapi tak pernah tergerak hati aku nak tengok. But recently tetiba cam rasa bosan nak mati and I just give it a go. Amek 4 season terus dan tengok and hasilnya, long of sleepless nights, sleeping in class, and eyes as dark as a panda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila tengok cerita tu aku terfikir, there were like 5 of them at most, and they stick together sama sama through anything, supporting each other. Diorang kutuk satu sama lain but when the time comes, they know how to be respectful, give each other a lift and care soo much about each other, even Barney. Bila Marshall break, Barney came running through the door pagi pagi walaupun perangai dia cam haram. And Marshall was the one who lift Barney up when they revoke each other memories pasal their first time and Barney was a bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That eventhough Marshall and Lily was together for 9 years, Ted stills know a thing or two about Lily that Marshall didnt, and still remember it, because that is how friends should be, close friends. Terima kasih sebab aku ada kawan kawan macam tu walaupun kitorang tak hang out all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku memang macam ni. In anything or everything I do. Tengok movie, dengar lagu, I always care about the small small details and things that make the story or song ticked. The backup, the harmony, the supporting casts, props, backgrounds, cinematography, plots bla and bla and bla. Bosan kan aku. Dan membosankan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im happy hearing that Nunu is planning to tie the knot on 20.11.2011. Happy for them dan jujurnya buat masa ni, diorang je yang aku rasa betul betul akan make it through all the way and they make me believe that there is a possibilities out there. Okay, maybe Fifi pon boleh. Paeh boleh, Lan boleh kalau dia nak haha. Ok lah semua pun boleh la pfttt. Shikin.. hmm.. well.. she is like the Amazon, wild and untamed haha. Its going to take one hell of a man to tame her haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And im like the, ermm.. Taman Burung Kuala Lumpur kalau ada taman tu. Lots of visitors. Some may find it interesting, suggest it to others, they come and go, but no real enthusiast. Gila &lt;s&gt;bersampah&lt;/s&gt; eah falsafah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay aku tulis macam tu saje sebab nak buat orang jeles nak tunjuk aku dah reti buat potong potong tu haha. &lt;s&gt;Potong potong&lt;/s&gt; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe dalam 5 tahun lagi, ramai kawan kawan aku akan berkahwin. Well, they should be. Umur kita semua dah berapa haha. Time and tide waits for no man/woman. But me, I am hanging out with a different kind of age generation here. Dan aku pun, kalau nak sedapkan hati, paling cepat pun 7 tahun. That will make me 30 then. Tu sedapkan hati. Ikut hati rasa memang takkan pun haha but who cares. Mungkin parent aku akan sedih ke kecewa ke dan kalau boleh nak gak happykan diorang. Tapi takkan la nak happykan diorang punya pasal aku kena kahwin kan haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Studies shows that chances of a medical student/practitioner kahwin ialah bekadar songsang dengan tempoh dia berkecimpung dalam bidang ni. Dan lepas habis belaja memang akan makin susah. So, these 2 years will be the key for me haha. So aku kena rajin cari kawan dari sekarang or else aku akan ends up alone. No lah, takde kerja aku. Malas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apsal aku merepek pepagi buta ni sedangkan aku baru bangun tidur tadi dan besok I have a case study to study and submit. Damn. Its 3.30 already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a sidenote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku benci buat announcement. Rasa macam poyo dan memalukan sebab aku pemalu dan tak suka orang kenal haha. Aku benci dan memang takkan angkat/jawab kalau ada no tak kenal contact. But now I have to sebab takut its something important. Benci. I cant skip classes, events, and have to be on my toes all the time. I have to answer to people all the time dan melayan kerenah orang. And I have to be responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pftttt~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Responsible. Like that goes along well with me. It'll end in utter chaos, mayhem and disharmony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Notakakikukekkbuibuiguling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;2 events yang aku tunggu minggu ni dedua gagal. Photomarathon tak boleh register. Jamuan Hari Raya bertukar bosan dan macam tak happening. Hopefully Jamuan Raya tu akan menggembirakan. Dan maaf orang orang di CUCMS. Aku demam 2 hari ni. So segala panggilan, mesej, ym, email yang aku tak balas tu korang redha kan ajelah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sekain&lt;/s&gt; eah sekian, terima kasih :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-393194897685424093?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/393194897685424093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=393194897685424093' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/393194897685424093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/393194897685424093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/10/filler-ii.html' title='FIller II'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2926882814062871943</id><published>2009-09-29T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:54:16.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Entry ni ditulis bila tah. Ahad haritu kot. Saya sambung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aku baru balik main futsal lepas tu pergi lepak Mapley 2 kali dengan cousin cousin tercinta. Harini agak penat beraya rumah sedara dan kemudian diakhiri dengan sesi bermain futsal dan melepak sampai pagi. Raya tahun lepas aku dan kawan kawan habiskan sehari suntuk pergi rumah prof, kemudian kawan, dan diakhiri dengan sesi karoke. Benda yang sama cuma dua dua tu berlaku di Damansara, yang lain tak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Semalam duduk Sunway, dan kalau dah kat Sunway tu ape lagi kalau semalam. BEP lah!! Garang kan ayat macam ni. Padahal semalam main bowling je, tengok jugakla orang orang yang pergi tu, jalan sesak. pastu pergi jalan lagi, makan at 14th, then lepak court futsal kat 14th lagi. Kenapa tah ni pun aku nak beritahu orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SCTL aku ataupun asigmen (sengaja salah eja) memang aku malas dan takde mood nak buat. Raya nak raya la dan bergembira. Esok Ahad, aku buat la sambil menggelupur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sudah siap dengan jayanya. Kantoi tidur dalam kelas 2 kali. 1st time, dan juga 2nd time kantoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Raya tahun ni agak kurang best. Sibuk, kelam kabut. Dan ni 1st time beraya tanpa orang yang tak payah nak sebut nama tu setelah sekian lama. Tapi macam Lan cakap, itu replaceable, tak sanggup nak bayangkan raya tanpa orang yang irreplaceable. Terima kasih Lan. Cuma rasa janggal dan kosong je tapi takde hal pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aku dah tak tau nak tulis ape ni tapi nak tulis gak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Aku dah belajar banyak benda dari rakan rakan dan diri sendiri dalam beberapa bulan ni. Terima kasih sebab semua pengalaman dan ilmu yang mematangkan ini. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dan aku dah kembali menemui sentuhan bermain bola. Seronok. Tapi sepak dah tak boleh nak kuat macam dulu. 2 kali jatuh dulu lutut memang sudah out. Kesian lutut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sebelum aku tamatkan entry ni, nak cakap gak, sebelum raya ada placement test untuk English class. Aku rasa dah buat termalas yang mampu. Artikel panjang nak mati so aku buat cecepat dan tidur. Tapi tadi dapat result and ok jugaklah. The thing is, boleh tak after that kami (aku dan dalam 12-13 orang lain) disuruh untuk ambil subjek Bahasa Mandarin atau Arab. Saying that it was a waste of time kalau kami ambil English lagi dan akan jadi bosan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from someone who is supposed to teach English, communication English, that is a lot of bull. Ilmu itu sangat berguna okay. Kat UM dulu aku sebelum aku pergi kursus pre-employment tu memang rasa macam buang masa tapi sejak tu pengalaman tu bukak mata aku. Takde ilmu yang sia sia even subjek Sejarah dan Clinical Training yang penat dan bosan kat sini pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, kelas Mandarin tu petang Khamis, waktu orang lain takde kelas dan Jumaat adalah exam. Adei.. Im going to meet the lecturers asking to be transferred to the second group because I want to learn. Its English for Scientific Purpose ke ape tajuk die so jahat jugak la kalau tak bagi belajar. Bukannya Elementary English ke ape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay last,&lt;br /&gt;Haritu pegi main bowling dengan Yazid and Gjie kat Sunway. Before ronda ronda tengok orang main futsal. Yazid dengan sengal dan tak tahu malu susun nama kami begini. Dah suruh tuka die tak nak tuka gak. Malu sungguh. Dah la tiga orang lelaki jambu yang main. Orang tepi tengok ketawa gelak gelak je. Lain kali kalau main jangan bagi Yazid susun nama lagi. Ini lah hasil kebijaksanaan Yazid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386882336418905202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SsIM8a0TPHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QVqAu7eVkEE/s400/DSC01407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nice one kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2926882814062871943?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2926882814062871943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2926882814062871943' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2926882814062871943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2926882814062871943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/09/filler.html' title='Filler'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SsIM8a0TPHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QVqAu7eVkEE/s72-c/DSC01407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8473029637520685624</id><published>2009-09-19T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:30:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude : Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salam (bakal) Aidilfitri,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bukan baru macam minggu lepas ke kita sambut 1 Ramadhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And all of a sudden its Syawal already. Thankfully, in my personal opinion, im having a better Ramadhan compared to last year. Hopefully it'll get better each and every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teringat kita sibuk sibuk pakai baju Melayu/KurungCantik cantik dalam Lab, siapkan makanan hidang hidang semua. Tunggu all the Profs and Drs datang. First all the students were coming. Then there were Prof Norma, Prof Susan, Dr Aishah, Dr Yusof, and some that I didnt remember. Then there were also the staffs smue. Pastu makan makan tayang video. Ada happy ada sedih. Most of all, it was sad. Sebab knowing it was our last year and tu ialah our last jamuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then kita karoke dengan lecture puas puas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seloka Hari Raya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prof Norma &amp;amp; Dr Yusof nyanyi lagu tu happy bagai semua and kita gelak gelak ambik gambar. Then nyanyi lagi gelak lagi ketawa macam we are on the top of the world. Nyanyi dan nyanyi lagi. Galak jugak lect kita tu, but we knew that already didnt we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekarang sape boleh tolong arrange event camtu lagi? Please :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383075082082734850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SrSGRDLMUwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kciddu7kgz4/s320/kad-raya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salam Aidilfitri, Salam Lebaran, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buat semua yang mengenali dan yang membaca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semoga Lebaran ini membuat kita lebih mensyukuri nikmat yang diberi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ps :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya buat saudara tercinta, Faizul yang berada jauh di perantauan haha. Tahun depan insyallah kita dapat raya sama!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8473029637520685624?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8473029637520685624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8473029637520685624' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8473029637520685624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8473029637520685624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/09/interlude-raya.html' title='Interlude : Raya!'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/SrSGRDLMUwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kciddu7kgz4/s72-c/kad-raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-9076017590061212488</id><published>2009-09-12T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:35:40.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply (2) : Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, sudah lama tak menulis, Berhabuk sawang dah blog ni. Anyway, had a great time last weekend, lepak kat Gombak dengan everyone, really really great time. Rindu Gombak gile gile. Udara segar, air sejuk bersih nyaman, nyamuk takde haha. Next time kalau dapat gi lagi nak mandi sungai lak. Haritu puasa tak leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had kinda great weekdays too. Cases study buat diri rasa cam House. Tapi kalau tak baca pape before class memang nganga je la tak tau pape. Then had my first A which is kinda wonderful and great considering stadi before sahur je haha. But next week is more hectic so better prepare from now. And Hari Raya is coming too, tapi tahun ni takde baju raya, takpelah. Im A-okay with that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, another 2 of my beloved friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cikin Curry Rice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari dulu, yang saya sangat suka pasal ialah Shikin sebab dia always ada benda baik nak cakap pasal someone. Walaupun kadang kadang benda kecik je tapi I like dat about her. Aku suka la belakang dat guy, suka la lengan dat guy, suka la dat girl punya dressing and so and so. Always ada je benda baik die tengok kat orang. Walaupun dia banyak gak kutuk orang tapi she always have something good to say about some one and I like dat. Walaupun cam kekadang manja. Dia juga tough dan sama seperti Pae, kami sentiasa selamat di bawah naungan ketiak dia. Dia juga sangat berguna semasa field sebagai pengganti kepada bantal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh dan Shikin kata nak tackle aku haha merepek. My advice is, tak payah la merepek je. You gonna regret it later. Kite bukan dah A.B.C.D ke walaupun D dah gi jauh dan B dah macam hidup segan mati tak mahu dengan kite. My point is, kalau aku ade gf pon die mst jeles dgn korang haha so. Nanti kang pape jadi kite gaduh tak kawan lagi haa kan susah haha. Lagipun, u'll find someone better, way better, who gonna suit you just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Didil Si Juling Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, dia takkan mengaku dia juling air so tak payah la tanya betul ke tak. Anggap tu rahsia kita okay. She's a lil bit both of Pae, and Nunu, strong, independent at times, tough, and can still be funny, stupid or clumsy at times and is always laughable. More importantly,&lt;a href="http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2008/10/makes-me-alive.html"&gt; macam yang pernah gua mention sebelum ni&lt;/a&gt;, we think alike at times so what more can you ask from a friend. Same same kutuk orang, gelakkan orang, malas datang kelas, nak keluar bejalan dan bemain. Gua belum ajak lagi dia dah isi minyak kete dan panaskan enjin, Belum kutuk lagi dia dah gelak juling juling, maaf, gelak guling guling. One of the loveliest person to have as a friend for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She call and I'll heed. Asked and I'll do. I'll agree to anything she say before she even uttered it. Sebab die dah banyak gila tolong aku not just throug my ups and downs. But through my down, and down, and down lagi haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi sekarang Dilla dah pegi jauh. Orang kat Aussie yang akan jumpa die sangat lucky coz, ask around and ask anyone, sape yg lucky enough untuk pernah spend time keliling die and get to know her as a friend will tell you how good and wonderful a friend she is. Yang tak pernah and just tengok dari jauh, dengar cerita orang or buat assumption sendiri tu abaikan je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both of them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have been as close to me as anyone I know. I think I spend most of my time dengan diorang ni la kalau bukan dak dak laki lain. We went to Genting at night together. Makan mapley macam orang gila together. And jalan jalan sana sini kutuk orang semua together. Trying to do just that together again is quite hard, and impossible I'd say tapi kalau boleh, god-willing, we will all try our best to have dat again. Because we all know how much fun it'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shikin and Dilla complimented each other a lot, masing masing need each others shoulders and both of them knew when the time to be strong, fair, and soft to each other. Dan ya, mereka bukan ehem ehem tapi kadangkala ramai fikir begitu haha. Dan diorang sama sama gila. Having one of them iround is crazy. Having the two of them together is mayhem. Shikin pandai nyanyi lagu Intifada. Dilla pandai nyanyi semua lagu, if you can bear her monotonous tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay dah penat tak tau nak tulis ape. Last week Big marah aku sebab nak balik. Dia cakap balik la kat rumah agam Sepanyol ko tu. I'll say dat that is not my home. That is where I stay and resides. &lt;b&gt;Home is where the heart is&lt;/b&gt;. Sunway is my home. Aku cari awal awal dulu with all the boys. Hias sesame semua dari takde pape sampai jadi best. And that is where all of my close and beloved friends are. That is the place where I can have fun all the time. Rindu gila rumah tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if home is where the heart is, then I have a home wherever and whenever my friends are, because that is where my heart will always be, with all of my friends. Stay true guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bubye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-9076017590061212488?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/9076017590061212488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=9076017590061212488' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9076017590061212488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/9076017590061212488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart.html' title='Reply (2) : Heart'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8243561403617643183</id><published>2009-09-03T03:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:58:57.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orang suruh jawab jawab, sambung sambung, aku tak faham sebenarnya. Tapi sebab bosan so aku pon tulis la benda ni. Nak kira ni aku jawab ke sambung ke ape pun boleh lah. Tak faham sangat permainan korang ni, well, korang kan PRAUM. Aku hanya serangga.. bukan, tu lagu. Aku hanya PBRAUM. Harap harap PRAUM dan PBRAUM boleh berkawan baik sesama kita ye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak tau nak tulis ape, tapi malas nak sambung baca pasal embryo ni. Lelaki senang je, sikit je kena belajar. Tapi yang pasal perempuan banyak gila kena belajar. Tak boleh ke lelaki belajar yang laki punya je, perempuan belajar yang perempuan punya, baru fair haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, nak sambung, spesifically yang Pae punya post. Best. Appreciate them before they're gone. So now, nak tulis why I love and appreciate each one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Memula ingat nak tulis pasal semua orang, tapi panjang lak and tak suspen. So sekali tulis aku letak dua orang, baru ada simpanan nak balas korang punya entry di kemudian hari. So sape yang aku belum tulis tu, baik baik la dengan aku kalau nak aku tulis yang baik baik :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paeh - (h) = Pae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walaupun kami lambat kenal dan baik, tapi once we get to know each other, things get easier from that. Pae garang, otai, gagah, kuat dan berani, maka kami sentiasa selamat di bawah naungan ketiak beliau hehe. Lagipun dia selalu bagi saya tumpang balik so kena puji lebih siket, kalau tak tak boleh tumpang lagi. More importantly, she's strong and independent and for that I respect her. Kagum dengan keberdikarian beliau, aku pun tak seberdikari itu, rasenye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pae ni juga sangat pandai orangnya, bak kata orang tua tua, benih yang baik, dicampak ke laut jadi pulau, ke darat menjadi gunung. Bagi je pape pun dia boleh buat dan dengan jayanya pulak tu. Macam dari tumbuhan ke nyamuk, selamba je dia layan. Kalau orang lain dah terbelit jugak lah otak. Untung gak la Prof Sofian mendapat beliau. Dipadankan pula dengan Nunu, memang kalau Prof tak buat sujud syukur tak tau la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walaupun dulu cam geram je apasal la Pae ni taknak stadi sesame tapi tu cara masing masing takkan nak paksa kan. Tapi dia memang begitu bijaksana. Kereta sportrim tanggal pun die layan je simpan dalam bonet dan jalan. Takdehal lah takde spotrim, janji radio baru berbunyi lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunuku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sama macam Pae, otai gak tapi dia tak mencapai tahap ke-otai-an Pae. Sebenarnya saya terpaksa kawan dengan dia sebab dia teman istimewa Zu. Haha takdelah gurau je. Dah kenal dia dari matriks walaupon dia tak kenal saya. Dia best. Riuh rendah basah lidah. Kelakar macam lelaki, tu tahap kelakar paling hebat dalam dunia. Tak kering gusi la dengan dia kecuali waktu puasa, sebab air liur cam dah tak banyak sangat nak basahkan gusi. Suka lepak dengan dia dan teman Nunu pegi field sebab nak dengar cerita cerita merepek dia je. Rasa memang boleh lawan Hilangpunca lah. Setakat Royal Town tu memang kene ayam je la dengan lawak lawak Nunu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baik hati sesangat dan walaupun kekadang nampak garang tetapi lembut di dalam. Ceh, macam coklat M&amp;amp;M pulak. Paling penting, dia boleh buat Roshailan diam maka itu sangat bagus. paling aku ingat, sebab Nunu lah aku dapat A subjek Rizman ape tah Molekular Genetik Ekologi tu. Kalau ditakdirkan Nunu duduk bilik layan lagu M. Daud Kilau sorang sorang cam dia biasa buat, memang tak dapat A lah subjek tu. Terima kasih Nunu kerana tidak melayan M Daud Kilau malam itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kedua dua nya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, diorang dua ni mudah dikawani, ade ke perkataan tu, diberkawankan, sebab they put friendship over small  little things. Tapi ni bagi aku lah. Macam aku dari dulu dengan kawan kawan lagi senang kalau ni makan aku bayar, sok ko bayar. Aku bayar duit ni nanti pepandai la ko cover benda lain. Tak la macam dengan kawan kawan pun nak weh ko tak bayar lagi 20 sen duit lolipop semalam weh. RM 1.20 okay, ko bagi singgit je. Ko ingat 20 sen tumbuh kat pokok! Kalau gi memane kekadang aku bayar makan, sok sok diorang belanja, tapi selalunya Nunu belanja la haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tak cakap kalau tak buat camni aku tak kawan, boleh je, tapi suka camni and dah terbiasa camni. It shows dat they put friendship first and then that little petty things second. Senang cakap tak berkira lah. Keduanya gila kelakar sampai buat saya gelak gila juling juling, eah maaf, juling juling tu kalau Dilla yang buat, gelak gila guling guling sakit perut tak cukup nafas tiada udara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And both are lovely so bila jalan orang macam peh, untung gila mamat kacak tu dapat jalan dengan awek cun, 2 orang pulak tu. Mesti adik beradik tu sebab semua sama je berpenampilan bergaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, puas merepek, cam bodoh gila tah pape aku tulis, dan sekarang nak sambung belajar. Nanti rajin gua sambung yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Notakakikepalamerengbosannakmati :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tiada notakaki pon. Saja nak tiru Roshailang bak kata orang Terengganu. Orang Kelantan kata Roshaile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8243561403617643183?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8243561403617643183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8243561403617643183' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8243561403617643183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8243561403617643183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/09/replies-1.html' title='Replies (1)'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-7653247580415281110</id><published>2009-09-02T03:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:07:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jumaat final exam 1st block Anat. Aja aja fighting. Malu la minggu lepas dapat markah rendah. Dah la tak pernah dapat markah highest even dalam group pun. For once, aku nak jadi rajin gak and rasa bangga. Nak naikkan ranking group! Tapi aku baru bangun tidur. Lepas buka terus tidur. Padan muka. Sape suruh masak kari pekat nak mati, memang satu rumah tidur muahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God gives me the focus, I only need that, focus, to get me through till Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like A Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't forget you when you're gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're like a song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That goes around in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how I regret &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, what went wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could it be something I said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time, make it go faster, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just rewind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To back when im wrapped in your arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All afternoon long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The same song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You left a light on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can Remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way that it felt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be holding on to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make it go faster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just decide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To come back to my happy heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9175917738365756575-7653247580415281110?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/7653247580415281110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=7653247580415281110' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7653247580415281110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/7653247580415281110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/09/amin.html' title='Amin'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-8537366817092416525</id><published>2009-08-31T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:51:29.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I live in a house consisting of 7 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is one guy whom last week, asked me that isnt it getting late for me to go to my Friday's prayer. And so I rushed to go to the mosques, thanks to his reminder. Him, together with the rest of the house, sometimes if there is a chance, we will go and have a &lt;i&gt;berbuka puasa&lt;/i&gt; session together. Sometimes, all of us will stay up late studying and then we will have even a &lt;i&gt;sahur&lt;/i&gt; session together. Or maybe just a late supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This guy, together with his closest pal, play computer games a lot, but listen to SNSD, a Korean group a lot more, and is well liked by many, or should I say most of the people. They often ask when is it the time for &lt;i&gt;berbuka &lt;/i&gt;because they too, want to eat together. We share the same house, room, bathroom, table, food and most of the thing. If it werent for their name, at times I wouldnt notice that they are a different race from me, that they are Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Soon Keon and Ho Kit Lum, if I got it correct, cause we have another name for them but its our secret anyway ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there is one guy who defied human norm. We went to class together but except from that, he totally deviates from the norm. He wakes up and study when people are mostly sleeping. When we are getting ready to the class, he just comes back from the mapley. But he is doing great in his study, among the best in the batch. He likes to listen to Indonesian songs, sometimes Malay, and there is one time he was singing the &lt;i&gt;selawat&lt;/i&gt; song from Raihan. He, together with the rest of the house, enjoy playing badminton together and they all went for a session at least once a week. Meet Karthik, the Indian guy from our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is One Malaysia indeed. Najib will be proud of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, our generation is doing better compared to the people before us. And the generation after us will be doing better than us. Sometimes, people do have the best intention at heart but that wasnt what it will always be. We have a History class. A class where we will be reminded of the divide and rule history. Of how Malay is this and the rest is that. Of how people should be thankful that they are accepted here, the government being lenient this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;History is good, it teaches us to learnt and take notes. Problem is, this is the only time when I see most of my friends faces turns glum, and uneasiness arose. Most of them, they were sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read an article saying how can we unite, when we are reminded of our differences from little. Kids are taught things like &lt;i&gt;Ali suka nasi lemak, Raju suka roti canai, Ah Meng suka kuey tiow. &lt;/i&gt;That sows differences, according to the article and I agreed. History lesson should not be focussing on the differences or the castes, or anything, can we find a common denominator, a hero, or moment whom we can all share and say, thats refloect our country, united in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I dont have anything else to say, im writing this because its Independence Day and I dont like my History class, not the class or the lecturer, but the content of the History lesson itself. Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Hari Kemerdekaan yang ke 52&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga kita semua sedar yang kita ini mempunyai tanggungjawab terhadap diri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sendiri, keluarga, agama, bangsa, dan negara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Insyallah dan amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-8537366817092416525?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/8537366817092416525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=8537366817092416525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8537366817092416525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/8537366817092416525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-2306395498944054301</id><published>2009-08-26T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:56:00.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indah sungguh bulan Ramadhan ini. Perkara paling seronok dalam bulan Ramdhan ini ialah masa yang dirasakan panjang. Jadi lebih masa bagi kita untuk beribadah, belajar, melepak main komputer, dan melakukan kerja kerja lain. Tapi kalau dah masa habis untuk tidur je panjang macam mana pun tak guna juga. Anyway, salam Ramadhan buat semua rakan dan moga Ramadhan kali ini kita beroleh apa yang kita hajatkan atau sasarkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twas a good week for me, balik rumah jumpa cousins, aunts and uncles. And especially Tok Yah and Tok Aji too. Missed all of them to bits. I always hope that they'll stay around for as long as they can, and watch me be a man, get married, and have a life that I can be proud of. I hope they can watch and see how their love, care, and teaching that they instill upon their children, is being passed on to us and how we are proud to have someone as special as them for our grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are the lucky one indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I am not in a good mood recently, with all the task and the coming exam as I havent prepare much for dat. Watch some movies, read some manga, and play a round of futsal with Chulan's group again. Back to the grinding table today. So to deflect me from venting here, saying things which I'll shouldnt be and regret later, I've decided to do a survey taken from a friend of mine's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Kind Of Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-  Yup. But its subjective. Nice for me might not be the case for someone else. As long as its cater into the kind that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Smart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Able to differ between good or wrong on her own term and think for herself. I dont need Stephen Hawking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Preferabbly not dat much younger than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Preferred height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Somewere around mine will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Need to have one, or at least able to tolerate mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Its okay for a girl, depending on the where it is. A lil bit of kinkyness is okay tho :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Hopefully. Not faking it for say, years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- If she really wants it, we'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Mushy is good. Me likes mushy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- A lil bit leaning on the chubby side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Dont care. Tho I prefer a darker tan. Finds it secksyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Anyting she's comfortable or like. Long ones is my thing tho. Ma thing yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Plastic no. Metal, a bit is okay tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;14. Smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Definitely. So I can smell her all the time. All the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Dont really care. Smoking hot is okay tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Normal human should drinks 7 glasses of water daily, so, yes. Unless im marrying a camel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Elisha Cuthbert anyone... mmmm hmmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;18. Muscular?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Yes. Wish I can be with Russia reigning woman bodybuilder champion. Love her muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Not in particular. But its good of she can do wonder with her finger, if you know what i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Refer above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Above's above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Its a nice addition to have. But her voice will sounds good to me all the time anyway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- No hopefully. Really really no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- On and off. Not totally dependent on it. Love it. Its my fetish. Really really really do. Its ma thing yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Dont mind it. Tho she have to take it off during, you know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Its good to have that in a person, but please, in a proper way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Rebellious by nature but equipped with a brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Either will suffice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;31. stunner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- In my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Hopefully no. Its stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;33. Earings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;til-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Hopefully not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- A nice addition. Not in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- That'll compliments me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Me loves mushy mushy haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;38. Playful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Yes, kitte like playfullness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- As Shasha says, just with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- No. I like straight talker. No needs to beat around the bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;41. Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Depending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- We'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;43. Painter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Me likes someone with a bit of an artistry, in any field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;44. Religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- As long as she abides by it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Depending :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- For a partner, neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- As long as she speaks our language well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Bukan sama je ke? Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;49. good kisser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Semustinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;50. loves children??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Yes. They are nice to eat anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sekian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-2306395498944054301?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/2306395498944054301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=2306395498944054301' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2306395498944054301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/2306395498944054301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/08/deflecting.html' title='Deflecting'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-4381171254353644827</id><published>2009-08-19T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:13:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku happy je minggu ni. Nak tulis pasal konvo la ape semua. Tapi sekarang dah takde mood. But im okay now dont you worry. Ceh, macam ade orang worry je. I'll bounce back from everything with my big fat pot belly and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Einstein says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coincidence is just God's way to remains anynomous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In hindsight I should have known better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That this wasnt a coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have expected better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think rationally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to be overwhelmed by the emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should know when you are being played, or used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes things just went sweeping through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you failed to notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In hindsight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny though that it was named hindsight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they expected you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hindsight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wisdom or knowledge got only after something (usually bad) has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ability to understand, after something has happened, what should have been done or what caused the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-4381171254353644827?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/4381171254353644827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=4381171254353644827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4381171254353644827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/4381171254353644827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/08/hindsight.html' title='Hindsight'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3864481861471823628</id><published>2009-08-12T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:35:44.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembaran Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im doing good here, fine, not great, yet, hopefully that will follow soon. But yes, im doing good for now and there's nothing more that I can ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, its hard to change your norm and routine. I am not used to studying a lot, or reading everyday. Here, we have to. We have to read and read and read a lot. The first two class, we already covered two chapters and 160 of pages. Its crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have to check our web portal for the activity to be done on the next class, then get in our group, which is thankfully is just the house member, and discuss and do all the activities so that we can present it in the class tomorrow. More reading to be done again. Oh, and we will have our exam every Friday. Already have my first test. At the end of the first class, yeah, you heard me right. First class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the house, which is a great one considering all the furnitures are given, including fridge, stove, washing machinne, we live by the 7 of us. Its great. A house in a club house or a resort should be. RM 280 per person for a month should be. We have 4 malays, 2 Chinese and an Indian guy and all of us get along really really well. But it just scares me to hell that im the one doing the least reading. Yesterday, I watched House while the rest are studying. Today, I went for a futsal match with Chulan, Mangga and Penang. Even now, when they are studying, I am writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a cirit birit today so I came late to the class. As I entered the class, to a thunderous applause, and a bewildered face, the lecturer Miss Shaheera said that I was appointed as Batch Representative by Mr Muhammad, our program cordinator. Theres no vote, or candidates selection, he just selects me. God Grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I escaped the orientation, not the one leading the Oath taking ceremony, or speech rep, and I am not from their foundation who will find it easier as they know the place better and the lecturers better. But here I am, bewildered, confused, selected as the batch rep. Duhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I got my first scolding the next class. As we were waiting for the lect to come, outside the hall as our lect hall was already filled by the seniors. I was scolded, or we were, for not coming to the other hall instantly, but waited until he went in the other hall. It was just a misunderstanding. We were new, afraid to make a wrong move. Will do better next time. But it was shameful though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pray for me to do better next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got a lil bit of studying to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pen off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3864481861471823628?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3864481861471823628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3864481861471823628' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3864481861471823628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3864481861471823628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/08/lembaran-baru.html' title='Lembaran Baru'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-1842790049473653228</id><published>2009-08-08T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:29:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its you, and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movin at the speed of light into eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight, is the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To join me in the middle of ectacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel the melody and the rhythm of the music around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ima take you there, Ima take you there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So dont be scared, Im right here, ya ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can go anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But first, its your chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like I waited my whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its gonna be me you and the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz we only got one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double your pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double you fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dance forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like were on another level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like our loves intertwine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can be two rebels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakin the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you gotta do is watch me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look what I can do with my feet, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel the beat inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im drivin, you could take the front seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just need you to trust me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl girl girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like I waited my whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its gon be me you and the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz we only got one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double you pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double your fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dance forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a long way down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We so high off the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sendin for an angel to bring me your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl where did you come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got me so undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gazin in your eyes got me sayin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautiful lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No ifs ands or maybes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im releasin my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its feelin amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theres no one else that matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wont let you fall girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let you fall girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I wont let you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like I waited my whole life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its gon be me you and the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuz we only got one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double your pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double your fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dance forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever ever ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-1842790049473653228?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/1842790049473653228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=1842790049473653228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1842790049473653228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/1842790049473653228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/08/forever_08.html' title='Forever!'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-3202352075681567785</id><published>2009-07-29T03:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:03:55.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im quite busy at the moment. My mom's kindergarten still doesnt have a helper yet. So I still have to help do the chores around. Memasak, membasuh, menyapu, mengemas, and its quite a chore. Masak untuk 40 orang, and then hidang tu semua, then basuh pulak pinggan mangkuk untuk 40 orang tu makan. Baru siap setelkan yang sarapan, dah kena prepare untuk lunch pulak and then minum petang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku tak dapat nak online siang hari, balas message pun malas. Balik rumah penat tido, malam tak pun pepagi camni baru bangun. Tapi takpelah tolong parent. Lagipun kalau bukan aku buat kesian sangat kalau mak yang buat. Aku pun penat dan sakit sakit buat apetah lagi diorang. Diorang pun ade keje akaun untuk dibuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just nak mintak maaf, for Shikin especially, untuk messages yang tak dibalas semua. Aku pun dari Jumaat lepas kredit dah expired, malas nak topup. Borang semua tak habis isi lagi, scholar tak arrange lagi. Barang barang, pakaian untuk minggu depan pun tak beli lagi. Nak ke KL macam tak sempatlah and truth be told, aku takde hati pun nak gi graduasi. Aku tak dapat pon surat graduasi tu. Then malas gile nak ambek jubah and considering yang 6hb aku dah start. Family aku pon cam lebih excited aku nak sambung blaja dari grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the little matter of the people whom I wish will be there but seems highly unlikely to be there. She, with her family, yang aku memang dah tak mengharap langsung, and then theres my bestest buddy Didil who seems destined not to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sok nak topup dan harap aku menjadi rajin dan bersemangat menguruskan kehidupan. Then kite try contact contact and see whether sempat tak nak ke KL coz at the very least, theres someone im dying to see for the last time before she went. Happy for you and love you to the max dear. Congratulations and hopefully, a celebration can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted two videos on random. Sebab aku dah lame dengar lagu ni dan nak letak tapi masalah dengan laptop so sekarang baru dapat. Nice song and beatiful vids too. Sangat sangat menenangkan, bagi aku lah. Second vid macam agak sedih bagi aku. A good ambassador for Islam, promoting peace and love. Good work Zain Bikha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Pffttt nak uplod video tapi asek error je. So aku bg link je la* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIEoWSB63hI"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Allah Knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OKndnaiFzo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Mom iz Amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep again and hopefully, esok lebih produktif dari hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9175917738365756575-3202352075681567785?l=cicadasx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/feeds/3202352075681567785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9175917738365756575&amp;postID=3202352075681567785' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3202352075681567785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9175917738365756575/posts/default/3202352075681567785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cicadasx.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-as-bee.html' title='Busy as a Bee'/><author><name>Cicadasx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899724140035766510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SlxTWkFKCL0/TEWlOdVXhwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nanrluXxSW0/S220/Picture3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175917738365756575.post-831138562108410664</id><published>2009-07-26T01:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:30:52.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat Gelak Gelak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe actually its not the time for me to update with
