<?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-4415597134583639779</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:39:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Littlest Thing</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyday is a different chapter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-3443891649316203715</id><published>2010-07-11T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:11:11.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.The JOB.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/TDmI_EPBmsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F6EhT7jGBeg/s1600/personal02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/TDmI_EPBmsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F6EhT7jGBeg/s400/personal02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492571837604928194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now that I realized that I have left this thing unopened for almost a year, or has it? The thing is, I also realized that I should make use of this blog for a better purpose as in NewsFlash, Advertisement, Entertainment etc but not telling stories as if its a diary. I think I got it wrong now. So, maybe in near future, if I ever going to update you with stuff, its not going to be about my personal matter, but its going to be the things that happened around me and the things that we all should be aware of. Okay dokay, its time for The JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 3 2010&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I accepted my First job and apparently, it has nothing to do with what I've spent my last four years learning about. I am (currently) the Senior Sales &amp; Marketing Executive - Trainee of The Public Islamic Bank Berhad. I am working under the Regional Manager Sabah/Labuan and is based on Tawau, my lovely hometown. So, basically, I'm doing sales and marketing about the product that I know almost inside and out - the Bai Al Einah Personal Financing-i. Details of Product is as follows:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Name of product   : Bai Al Einah Personal Financing-i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profit rate       : 3.40% (for tenure of 2-3 years), 4.99% (for tenure of 4-15 years)&lt;br /&gt;                    5.20% (for tenure of 16-20 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Feature   : - No Guarantor&lt;br /&gt;                    - No Deposits&lt;br /&gt;                    - Free Insurance &lt;br /&gt;                    - Can loan up to 20 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial Margin  : RM 5000 - RM 150,000&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best about this product is,&lt;br /&gt;1. Its fast and hassle free.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can bring home more cash (Out of the amount you've applied, we only dedct duty stamp Rm5 per thousand and RM 100 for the documentation fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie Loan amount = RM 50, 000. You can bring home almost RM 49, 650.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that makes life easier? You get it whenever you need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Only applicable to selected agencies only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-3443891649316203715?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/3443891649316203715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2010/07/job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3443891649316203715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3443891649316203715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2010/07/job.html' title='.The JOB.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/TDmI_EPBmsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F6EhT7jGBeg/s72-c/personal02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-1014147988217158573</id><published>2010-01-09T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:45:59.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Where art thou?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/S0lpf4OiFDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dq76KW9NaKQ/s1600-h/khalid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/S0lpf4OiFDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dq76KW9NaKQ/s320/khalid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424983222534673458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Please return this ayam to me as soon as possible. He has been gone for a week now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-1014147988217158573?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/1014147988217158573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/1014147988217158573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/1014147988217158573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-art-thou.html' title='.Where art thou?.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/S0lpf4OiFDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dq76KW9NaKQ/s72-c/khalid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-1884972536730346155</id><published>2010-01-05T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T03:27:34.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Resolution.</title><content type='html'>Its the year of 2010. Welcome~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have to hold and let go of 2009, since so many thing happened there. And now, I have to make some small goal, cos I know I would achieve some of it. So, here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Get a job that pays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Get a job that utilizes the skills I have. ie Teaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Money, gain them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finish my recitals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At least, make them proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last but not least . . . Get married with the one I love.&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;Amin ya rabbal alamin. May You make the path easier for me. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-1884972536730346155?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/1884972536730346155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/1884972536730346155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/1884972536730346155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html' title='.Resolution.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-2674007776534896520</id><published>2009-12-28T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:06:24.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.I would.</title><content type='html'>Everything I own&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#003399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aKCKssaLQ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aKCKssaLQ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; line-height: 15px; "&gt;You sheltered me from harm&lt;br /&gt;Kept me warm, kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;You gave my life to me&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, set me free&lt;br /&gt;The finest years I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;Were all the years I had with you&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything I own&lt;br /&gt;Give up my life, my heart, my home&lt;br /&gt;I would give ev'rything I own&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to love&lt;br /&gt;What it's of, what it's of&lt;br /&gt;You never said too much&lt;br /&gt;But still you showed the way&lt;br /&gt;And I knew from watching you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else could ever know&lt;br /&gt;The part of me that can't let go&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you know&lt;br /&gt;You're loving them so&lt;br /&gt;But taking them all for granted?&lt;br /&gt;You may lose them one day&lt;br /&gt;Someone takes them away&lt;br /&gt;And they don't hear&lt;br /&gt;The words you long to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to touch you once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-2674007776534896520?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/2674007776534896520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/2674007776534896520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/2674007776534896520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-would.html' title='.I would.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-958963090963008953</id><published>2009-12-27T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:47:21.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Awakens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeOx1SOqtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/D756NKyklNM/s1600-h/_1016270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeOx1SOqtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/D756NKyklNM/s320/_1016270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419957663331953362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Howard Thurman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-958963090963008953?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/958963090963008953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/awakens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/958963090963008953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/958963090963008953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/awakens.html' title='.Awakens.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeOx1SOqtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/D756NKyklNM/s72-c/_1016270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-7094519207451191688</id><published>2009-12-27T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:00:08.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.The things I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was the day after the interview. I decided maybe its time to shoot for something, since I got the girls with me that time. So, we went to an abandoned site next to the current Standard Chartered Bank in Jesselton city, to take some photos, because i've always wanted to go to that place and take some photos around it. It was decorated with somewhat called 'freestyle-graffiti', but it is cool! And here are some of the art i found, i took.&lt;/div&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeEGh0cuwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iyJcmEIjycM/s1600-h/P1016348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeEGh0cuwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iyJcmEIjycM/s320/P1016348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419945924256119554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeEGJLZXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/-GsTCRM0V1I/s1600-h/_1016365.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeEGJLZXuI/AAAAAAAAAII/-GsTCRM0V1I/s320/_1016365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419945917641481954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeCM0QOwfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1t96gI3QvbI/s1600-h/_1016374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeCM0QOwfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1t96gI3QvbI/s320/_1016374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419943833260442098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeCMU8lpOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VyFgQDoZuVQ/s1600-h/_1016369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeCMU8lpOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VyFgQDoZuVQ/s320/_1016369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419943824856556770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeCMAut8SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xiAicXoM6lo/s1600-h/_1016392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeAbvpUEsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jozKLTojJDA/s320/_1016331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419941890698252994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeAbM4COHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TEublfkLNHM/s1600-h/_1016319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeAbM4COHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TEublfkLNHM/s320/_1016319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419941881364756594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Szd8kaH9CjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oX6W5_8IQtg/s1600-h/P1016291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Szd8kaH9CjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oX6W5_8IQtg/s320/P1016291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419937641493498418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Szd8kIBHrBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HhIYY7Pp-U0/s1600-h/_1016304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Szd8kIBHrBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HhIYY7Pp-U0/s320/_1016304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419937636632996882" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4415597134583639779-7094519207451191688?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/7094519207451191688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/7094519207451191688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/7094519207451191688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-i-do.html' title='.The things I do.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzeEGh0cuwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iyJcmEIjycM/s72-c/P1016348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-3474095579378369403</id><published>2009-12-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:12:40.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Rest in peace dear Mama Ali.</title><content type='html'>4.00 am Monday (21.12.2009)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahmad Khalid called me at the stated time to let me know he had to drive back to Takuli ( on Beaufort) at that exact time. I was a bit hesitated to ask because i was soooo sleepy, but then he told me this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A.Khalid : Dia, aku kena suruh balik ke Takuli sekarang ni Dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: uhmmm... okay. err... (but i was interrupted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A.Khalid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Mama ali meninggal sudah, Dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Siapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A.Khalid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Mama ali, Dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: pasal apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A. Khalid : Ndak tau jugak, sesak nafas bilang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Innalillah wa innaillaihirojiun. (heart beats faster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama Ali, the name that i recognized from the first met in Takuli, which was the first meeting with Ahmad as well, has passed away that morning. I was still in denial until Allahyarham's son, Ali called me, himself at 8.30am to make sure that i know that Mama Ali really passed away. I was shocked. Speechless. The only woman who stand by me all the way, who supported me, who helped me a lot all the while when i was doing my practical term in Beaufort last year. Not only that, she was the only one who supported the beginning of my relationship with Ahmad. I told mummy about it when the morning came. And she was sad. I was devastated. I wanted to go to the funeral, at least to pay my final respect to her, but I can't. Thinking that i'm gonna in a place where not many people know me, and no one will care, i thought maybe its not a good idea to ask for permission to go. Its too far, well actually not far for me. But we're talking about my parents here, so i'll just kept the intention to fade for itself. I thought i can be strong for myself and for everyone who knows Mama ali, but i can't. I broke down when i first took my bath. I just can't help the feeling of losing her. She was the only one who treated me so kind after all these while. May Allah rest her soul in peace, may she be placed among the good. Amin.&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;i&gt;I miss you, Mama Ali. :'(&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/4415597134583639779-3474095579378369403?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/3474095579378369403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/rest-in-peace-dear-mama-ali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3474095579378369403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3474095579378369403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/rest-in-peace-dear-mama-ali.html' title='.Rest in peace dear Mama Ali.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-9121031179272133938</id><published>2009-12-26T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:11:15.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.What happen to Milo founder?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh... how long did i left this space un-updated? Its so dustyyy in here. Sorry, I have to be honest, I warned myself earlier, I'm not a faithful blogger. haha to that! Frankly, I really don't have the mood since the past few months. But i think i'll try and update some of the past events that occured.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, since i've stopped from September, i might as well start the updates briefly, starting from October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this was the month of celebration since I finally graduated and officially calling meself a GRAD! The day was on 12.10.2009, my session (Bachelor of Honor, Education with Science) was made during the evening,the second session of the day. I can barely remember how it felt, but i do know, I was damn happy and full! I remembered the look on everyone's face, it was remarkable. Happy, anxious, overwhelm... all at the same time. I have to say, this is the chance of a lifetime, you may graduate many times, but you will always bare in mind, that the first will be the best! I had to spend the previous week with the girls, singing our hearts out, watching movies and doing what we normally do. And thanks to sayang, couldn't make it without you. Love love! :) Oh ya, i almost forgot, i had my first EVER interview during the final week of the month (26.10.2009), i knew well it went badly, because i can't seem to answer most of the questions, hence the letter later. I didn't have enough preparation since the news of the coming interview was only announced 3 days before the actual interview. What a whip!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzcgjmWdF1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RD8g0EgwL5I/s1600-h/P1016011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzcgjmWdF1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RD8g0EgwL5I/s320/P1016011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419836472525920082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Me and bestie, Sazliana, right after the ceremony.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;November,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't recall anything significant happen during this month, it was just like the other months. I was jobless, but i do help mother with some of the clerical work at home. Oh wait, this can actually wraps up the event of the year (other than my Graduation Day), my bestfriend, Dewi Nur Dina, just delivered an adorable daughter to the world! And after a few days, they finally decided to name the little angel ~Sopheeah Khyrah~. Isn't it wonderful? Makes me wanting one for myself. Insya Allah. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Szci1-v1-GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f6SKN1f8I34/s1600-h/sofia+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Szci1-v1-GI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f6SKN1f8I34/s320/sofia+k.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419838987335759970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;i&gt;Sopheeah, 4days old...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the story has finally come to the peak . . . (drumroll please?) I failed my interview!!! I thought my world was crushing down on me... Everything seems senseless to the extend i almost give up. My four years of hard work can barely seen on the piece of letter. Till now, i can still feel the pain and the sorrow that follows. I know. . . "Be patient, Nady. Probably better things will come my way after this... " I got this a million times. But somehow, I found, that maybe God is just testing me (not &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;, He is). I came to realize that I got what i want after all these while, and its time for me to have some bitterness of the life. So i guess, you can't really have what you want in life eventhough how good you plan for it. Its all up to His will. and its just not my luck now ey... Actually, I got an interview to work in the bank 2weeks before i got the failing letter, but i rejected it, because i was sure of myself that i might get the posting. I would have shown the letter, but its just too heart breaking. I REALLY hope there's something good out of these nightmares...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, its about time to work on something using the skills that i have. I need to find some ching chings just to fulfill the time. I've been unemployed for over 6 months and still...&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;Dia, move on.&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/4415597134583639779-9121031179272133938?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/9121031179272133938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happen-to-milo-founder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/9121031179272133938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/9121031179272133938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happen-to-milo-founder.html' title='.What happen to Milo founder?.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SzcgjmWdF1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RD8g0EgwL5I/s72-c/P1016011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-218795083212887982</id><published>2009-09-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:30:44.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Dumpster Black Hole.</title><content type='html'>Today could have been he worst day ever, to know you won't pick up the phone. And now, my necklace just broke... I'm gonna have to fix it tomorrow... Plus, i have so many things to settle about, and having depression at the same time. Well, that's my problem. Graduation is only 2 weeks away from now, and I haven't done any preparation yet, I'm going to the K town by next Saturday for an early preparation plus vacation with the girls in advance. and yes, I really hope to see you there too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend is going to deliver her first perfect-baby by this coming November. I'm so excited for her, but honestly, don't you think too much exposure of x-rays might jeopardize your baby's condition? Just take care okay honey, its not that good and not healthy. The other girly just got her job in K town, and fortunately with the job, she's travelling around the globe, which brings back to me, a whole bunch of jealousy, because I can never get the opportunity to travel anywhere away from home, while i'm single. Nevermind that, I'll deal with the fact, that I can only travel, once I'm married. and Marriage, looks to me, is beyond attemptable. Life has been really cruel lately, though I'm cool with it, deep down inside, I'm still struggling to keep myself reminded of the things I'm lack of and how to gain it. I never knew someday I'll be at this very spot thinking serious about my future undertakings. For instant, I know someday I'm gonna be an educator, a teacher per se, but I'm not sure when, I do hope it is sooner. Because frankly, seeing the other friends are getting busy with schedual and works does somehow contributes to my depression. Now this is the phase when everyone is asking where you work? what course did you took last time?... and the moment i sat down and tell 'em that i'm going to be a teacher, they'll give me this end-lip-strikes, which indicates the reaction of "Why-would-you-take-that-as-a-job" face. Pffft! Give me a break people, you literally look down on this career when you know nothing about it! Honestly, a teaching profession is not so promising anymore nowadays. You have to get good grades to make sure you get posted somewhere near town or near home, at least they have facilities. Everyone's been making fun of me, sent to the remote areas... So what? I'll take my chance, eventhough frankly I hope not. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, its already late, and I haven't close my eyes yet. Have to wake up early tomorrow to do some payments.&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to whom it may concern, may Allah bless you heart with leniency and kiss you with a courage of decency to forgive. Please forgive me, I'm just an imperfect creature, who is a total opposite of what you are, so that someday, you could match the puzzles of perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love... every bits of you.&lt;/span&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/4415597134583639779-218795083212887982?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/218795083212887982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/09/dumpster-black-hole.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/218795083212887982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/218795083212887982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/09/dumpster-black-hole.html' title='.Dumpster Black Hole.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-3483554332805239653</id><published>2009-09-24T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:21:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.When The Festive Air is Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE8yW46vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4bDLmAwWn9c/s1600-h/_1015190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE8yW46vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4bDLmAwWn9c/s400/_1015190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255065528888050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE8GnZO0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wiq0GRSbGkU/s1600-h/_1015140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE8GnZO0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wiq0GRSbGkU/s400/_1015140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255053786954562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE7o8ltxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ubiXQWA63_M/s1600-h/7334_138109017661_735062661_2591180_5711317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE7o8ltxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ubiXQWA63_M/s400/7334_138109017661_735062661_2591180_5711317_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385255045822789394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assalamualaikum warrahmatullahi wa barakatuh...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title says it all, ain't it. Eid mubarak is here, a month of bless and joy for the moslems after a month fasting ritual. Eid is usually started with the Eid prayer in the early morning, followed by the visiting of relatives. And for what its worth, this is the time and moment where you get to eat a LOT! And i mean a LOT! hehehe... Ranging from lontong, pulut, rendang, kari ayam, nasi minyak, and not forgetting the usual raya delicacies (either bought or DIY), it all will keep you drool over and over again. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I, as the usual tradition, visited my cousins and families from both father's and mother's side. And of course, you get to see the faces whom you seldom see and talk to, that's why I call it a gathering of the family, which I miss most of the time. I can't say much, because I'm still in the mood of visiting and might go out of words. But most of all, I had so much fun visiting friends and family this Raya 20-09. I get to see all my old schoolmates and friends who came to my house. I'm gonna upload a few pictures of them, to show how much I'm grateful for this raya. ;)&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/4415597134583639779-3483554332805239653?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/3483554332805239653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-festive-air-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3483554332805239653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3483554332805239653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-festive-air-is-here.html' title='.When The Festive Air is Here.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SrxE8yW46vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4bDLmAwWn9c/s72-c/_1015190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-5045002419664693606</id><published>2009-07-26T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:04:50.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sunday Project.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smx-hAo0JgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x64rzlkLa-c/s1600-h/7.JPG"&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/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smx-hAo0JgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x64rzlkLa-c/s200/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362800361863390722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smx-gxZoLYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/unAtT6RIOVA/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smx-gxZoLYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/unAtT6RIOVA/s200/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362800357773159810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smxws9iqMoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vYGzzKPbltM/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smxws9iqMoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vYGzzKPbltM/s200/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785174027907714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smxwsnlg_1I/AAAAAAAAADw/mxUVMO_wOOg/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smxwsnlg_1I/AAAAAAAAADw/mxUVMO_wOOg/s200/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785168134307666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SmxwsYXFVnI/AAAAAAAAADo/KkB52HZhDeM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SmxwsYXFVnI/AAAAAAAAADo/KkB52HZhDeM/s200/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785164047242866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SmxwsLbXh5I/AAAAAAAAADg/2nEgakJ2UjY/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SmxwsLbXh5I/AAAAAAAAADg/2nEgakJ2UjY/s200/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785160575551378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smxwr63b99I/AAAAAAAAADY/dQ0IfnBmWDY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smxwr63b99I/AAAAAAAAADY/dQ0IfnBmWDY/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785156129880018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming sunday would be a day for me to do some homework with my dear friends... Since some of them are here, I thought it would be a great idea to do some photography to test my skills. Its more about taking portraits with the landscape as well. Who knows I can make some ching ching outta this... hehe. Here's are some of the poses and pictures i wish to embrace.&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/4415597134583639779-5045002419664693606?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/5045002419664693606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/5045002419664693606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/5045002419664693606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-project.html' title='.Sunday Project.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Smx-hAo0JgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x64rzlkLa-c/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-7574601020186965689</id><published>2009-07-26T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:54:56.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.WiFi.</title><content type='html'>Again, I have to say I'm so not a blogger, cos I can't seem to have the time to do this. I am jobless but I still have jobs to do, some routine I have to settle with. Plus, my wireless router was dead because apparently, my mother, spilled some tea on the computer table and unfortunately wet the whole thing, so, dead and gone. I'm gonna have to buy a new one, but maybe another day. That is why, I seem to have some difficulty dragging my lappy back and forth the room. sigh... so, if i do have time, i will keep this thing updated. I said it, I'll think, I'll write. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers all.&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;I miss. you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-7574601020186965689?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/7574601020186965689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/wifi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/7574601020186965689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/7574601020186965689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/wifi.html' title='.WiFi.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-2494253167152866518</id><published>2009-07-26T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:40:11.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Mellow over you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4FnPD7HyUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u4FnPD7HyUI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss you so much... it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-2494253167152866518?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/2494253167152866518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/mellow-over-you_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/2494253167152866518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/2494253167152866518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/mellow-over-you_26.html' title='.Mellow over you.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-4570495452827549391</id><published>2009-07-15T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:29:02.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sleepless in Seattle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl26qyKHEVI/AAAAAAAAADA/n-uv589upfk/s1600-h/sleepless_in_seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl26qyKHEVI/AAAAAAAAADA/n-uv589upfk/s320/sleepless_in_seattle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358644375822209362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finished watching the romantic comedy movie, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;. I must say this is one of my all time favourite type of movie genre, other than Horrors. Its a wonderful love story. I do love this type of movie because i love the fact that love found you, through fate. And i really really do believe in fate. 'cos fate, is a form of determination which was planned by God. 'cos He knows best, in the past, the present and the future. In this story, Sam (Tom Hanks) who is a widower with a kid met his love when fate brings them together to Annie (Meg Ryan). It might sound ridiculous, but i do believe, this thing could happen to any of us. And when it happens, you would know well, that you can never say no, to your own fate. What can i say, when you know, you know it. &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl28REx5FaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vAIxfg7dmRg/s1600-h/sleepless_empire_heart_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl28REx5FaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vAIxfg7dmRg/s320/sleepless_empire_heart_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646133167560098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really adore the part where Annie feels that she has so much chemistry with the mystery man whose kid is helping him to find a girlfriend, thru a phone call to the local radio station called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleepless in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;. You know you can never run away from your own destiny, and this is the kind of story that was portrayed. Annie follows what her heart says and finally decided to meet up with Sam at the top of the Empire State on, what a coincidence, Valentine's Day. It was cute and creative that the top part of the building was decorated with a heart shape.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl28Dve-zzI/AAAAAAAAADI/aC_nmW46RF4/s1600-h/Sleepless%2Bin%2BSeattle.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl28Dve-zzI/AAAAAAAAADI/aC_nmW46RF4/s320/Sleepless%2Bin%2BSeattle.jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358645904112799538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was a great and lovely movie. I knew kak nita would love this since i saw her stating that this is also her fav, but she doesn't have that much time to catch up with the movies on weekdays. and this is my only time to catch up with this before i start working and get busy with works. And i really hate watching love movies alone. I know i might sound selfish, but i really do wish &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were here.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if someone you never met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone you never saw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone you never knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was the Only someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you?&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/4415597134583639779-4570495452827549391?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/4570495452827549391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepless-in-seattle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4570495452827549391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4570495452827549391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepless-in-seattle.html' title='.Sleepless in Seattle.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl26qyKHEVI/AAAAAAAAADA/n-uv589upfk/s72-c/sleepless_in_seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-6964593702749919423</id><published>2009-07-15T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:03:32.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Let it be, Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl23b0r5AkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WhD1PJYxsfk/s1600-h/_1011913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl23b0r5AkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WhD1PJYxsfk/s320/_1011913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640820267844162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we received a sad news from Tarakan, that the sister of my late granny just passed away this morning. Personally, i think, if its the best for her, then, its the best. I think she's already 70 years old or so... And she has been suffering from the diabetic complication. And to my surprise, our family visit to Tarakan month ago was a sign. A sign that tells me that was the last goodbye to those who passed away recently. We did take photos together with the late, for remembrance. May Allah bless your soul, grandma Mah. Amin.&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/4415597134583639779-6964593702749919423?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/6964593702749919423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-it-be-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/6964593702749919423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/6964593702749919423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-it-be-gone.html' title='.Let it be, Gone.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sl23b0r5AkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WhD1PJYxsfk/s72-c/_1011913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-9184151148647580253</id><published>2009-07-13T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:54:44.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.No More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been burning quite a few tickets lately. It got me thinking, maybe somehow, early plans don't seem to be promising anymore. I realized lately, my life is full of surprises, be it happy or sad. So, I decide, maybe I should just go with the flow, if it happens, it will. No hopes, no high expectations. Its quite disappointing, but who am I to whine. I'll just keep myself busy for the time being, for I won't be thinking about these upsets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Smile... though your heart is aching."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you, I will.&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/4415597134583639779-9184151148647580253?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/9184151148647580253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/9184151148647580253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/9184151148647580253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-more.html' title='.No More.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-1476865385650603812</id><published>2009-07-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:44:01.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.She's Yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sltc9e78P-I/AAAAAAAAACw/WtzW6sj5G-U/s1600-h/_1014220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sltc9e78P-I/AAAAAAAAACw/WtzW6sj5G-U/s320/_1014220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357978393033588706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sltc9CrEC2I/AAAAAAAAACo/iW2FsyILoRI/s1600-h/_1013770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sltc9CrEC2I/AAAAAAAAACo/iW2FsyILoRI/s320/_1013770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357978385446603618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The time has finally come. DK is now officially Fattah's wifey. She is now the wife of somebody else, but forever, she will be, the best friend of us. All the best, ahead of you, DK. I can't believe my eyes when i finally get to see this girl settled down. and thanks to Fattah, she finally feel belonged. I cried during the moment of reality check, she is married. I can't help the tears from falling down, but yeah, it did. Can't express how happy I am for her, now that she is happily married. Dewi is soon to be delivering her babygirl, DK is living the life as a newlywed, and I, will be working hard to find my own happiness, and so as you, Mel. If you still can't find yourself a boyfriend, Dewi is going to put her hands on it. Haha~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;During the Akad Nikah( the process of official marry), that was the first time I met DK's husband. And its a surprise to both me and Mel, 'cos we've been wondering to see the actual person since DK has been hiding him from us, hehe... Then, there was this one moment where, he accidentally recite the lafaz nikah, but it wasn't the time yet, and he was so embarrassed, hoho... I guess he can't hardly wait to have DK huh? Mel and I were busy taking pictures of every moment, plus it was humid due to the cramp of people in the living room, and I was sweating like a pig, who runs a thousand miles. :o) And again, I cried seeing Dk's father cried when he had to let go DK. This is just heart-breaking. I wonder if I would cry when its my turn. Nevertheless, the ceremony went perfectly well, and I've never seen such happiness on the face. We love you,pina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;During the night's reception at Cowie Bay, it was an English theme, according to DK. This can be recognized from DK's wedding gown, which is sexy and beautiful. Unfortunately, only few of us (friends) turned up for the wedding. But, less people doesn't mean less fun. We, as the GossCribbers, will always light up the event. 'cos We, are always on the frontline. We did sang a few songs specially dedicated to Dk, but she was too busy entertaining the guests. Nevermind, we just kept ourselves busy with singings, and pictures, of course. FYI, many of you might be surprised, or maybe somehow upset that the invitation cards are not received. According to Dk, she only received 20 cards (for DK's friends), so on Dk's behalf, she would like to apologize for not being able to provide sufficient cards. She herself was sick during the pre-wedding nights. Thanks for those who came, even though the invitations were made by phone calls. It all went well, ends well too. Oh ya, there's one incident where Mel accidentally stepped on Dk's foot, with her heels. Her foot did bled, but somehow Inang came to the rescue with the help of her handyplaster. I managed to get back my tripod from brother Amy, and wished goodbye to everyone that night, before I head home. I am happy for Dk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P/s: Mel, get a boyfriend, says Dewi. and us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P/s: Dia, be strong, life is tough... But patient pays you fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P/s: Momoi, we'll atur you with irving, next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P/s: Fifi, you got the flower, so you're next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P/s: Inang, you're a life saviour. and you were sweet that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;P/s: Michael, we're gonna catch you with all the photos. It was all brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasih, you're always on my mind.&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/4415597134583639779-1476865385650603812?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/1476865385650603812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-yours.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/1476865385650603812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/1476865385650603812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-yours.html' title='.She&apos;s Yours.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sltc9e78P-I/AAAAAAAAACw/WtzW6sj5G-U/s72-c/_1014220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-3601457921725140031</id><published>2009-07-10T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:16:20.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.She.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3S62rZYI/AAAAAAAAACg/6dRiBVZn5NU/s1600-h/_1013501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3S62rZYI/AAAAAAAAACg/6dRiBVZn5NU/s320/_1013501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881448700437890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3SVuV3FI/AAAAAAAAACY/NPWvZ5gBxD0/s1600-h/_1013631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3SVuV3FI/AAAAAAAAACY/NPWvZ5gBxD0/s320/_1013631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881438733360210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3SBzhb5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6OQI8NMWxEk/s1600-h/_1013318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3SBzhb5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6OQI8NMWxEk/s320/_1013318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356881433386381202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say I had a great time spent with the bride-to-be DK. Traditionally, the bride to be will be having a so-called powder party, " Malam Bebadak " for the Bruneians. It all started with some prayers and recitings by the olders, then the event of powder patch on the bride's face. haha... Fortunately, I got the privilege to do so to her, but I too, ended up getting powdered all over the face. It was awesome?! Oh well, its very late now. I'm heading to bed for some goodnight sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be the Big day for DK. All the best, and may all goes well as planned. Amin. Goodnight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: These time around, I really wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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/4415597134583639779-3601457921725140031?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/3601457921725140031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/she.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3601457921725140031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/3601457921725140031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/she.html' title='.She.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Sld3S62rZYI/AAAAAAAAACg/6dRiBVZn5NU/s72-c/_1013501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-7773868176343157916</id><published>2009-07-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:50:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.P.P.S.M.I.</title><content type='html'>PPSMI stands for Pengajaran &amp;amp; Pembelajaran Sains dan Matematik dalam Inggeris.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quote (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://blog.thestar.com.my/permalink.asp?id=24719&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;), says that the education department has decided to stop the implementation of english language in delivering science &amp;amp; math in malaysia. This is a dreadful news. Personally, me, as a teacher to be, I would strongly disagree with the decicion. This is just not me saying, but most of the people, especially the parents who knew about it. I am just surprised to know that the government didn't take MUCH consideration regarding the situation. PPSMI has just been launched in 2003, and the gap of research duration was only what, 6 years? And now they're saying its a failure. How can they come up with such hypothesis? It should be longer, to see the outcomes of the implementation. I am very disappointed to know how some people thinks shortsightedly. I'm not against this just because I know english, no. But I, somehow have to think like a student, and some of the students that I've met, came up to me and said the usage of english in learning Science is very helpful, since all the information they obtained are all, English written. Of course, it takes time for the people to adapt the situation. Patient is what it takes. I thought I might be having problem in teaching the kids in using english, but in-fact, the students are really interested in learning the language itself. I guess it all depends on the educator, on what are the methods being used to attract students' attention. Now, back to the story, I think PPSMI should be proceeded they way they are. Learning in english does not imply that you are not malay. Bahasa Malaysia has always been the everyday language. Think hard, people. It's for the sake of our children. again, I quote Tun Mahathir's sayings, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 15px; "&gt;Bahasa sesuatu bangsa akan dipelajari oleh orang asing jika bangsa itu amat maju dan terkenal dengan ilmu yang dimiliki dan diterokai olehnya.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Bahasa jiwa bangsa, walaupun kita gunakan bahasa asing dalam mempelajari ilmu, tidak semestinya kita membelakangkan bahasa ibunda. Itu bahasa ilmu, bahasa ilmu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida sans unicode'; font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fail to plan, plan to fail.&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/4415597134583639779-7773868176343157916?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/7773868176343157916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/ppsmi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/7773868176343157916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/7773868176343157916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/ppsmi.html' title='.P.P.S.M.I.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-5011244196723769640</id><published>2009-07-08T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:05:51.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.RIP you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SlTDbmuQJ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/m3l_Tosh37E/s1600-h/_1011871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SlTDbmuQJ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/m3l_Tosh37E/s320/_1011871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356120735868790610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Uncle dressed in green uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SlTC-5fklnI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Q__9K-O-iM/s1600-h/_1011845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SlTC-5fklnI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Q__9K-O-iM/s320/_1011845.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356120242691282546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.Iren : The next time you come here, please stay for 3 days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marked the day my uncle Wawan, whom i called '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paman wawan&lt;/span&gt;' passed away. It was a devastating news to know that i just met him for the first time ever since i was a toddler. The family and I visited the whole relatives and families from my father's side, which is in Kalimantan, a small area called Malinau, 3 hours away from Tarakan city. He was the younger brother of my father. It is said that he passed away at 7.15am this morning, stroke, i believe. He was diagnosed with a heart problem several years or months ago, before we met him recently. Again, it breaks my heart to see the people we just know, now gone too soon. I remembered our last phone call, which is literally our first call, he said he'll come and visit us in Tawau, anytime soon. Nevertheless, I am greatful enough to finally meet the real person just before he passed away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll miss you paman wawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May Allah bless your soul. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DariNya kita datang, kepadaNya kita kembali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4415597134583639779-5011244196723769640?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/5011244196723769640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/5011244196723769640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/5011244196723769640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-you.html' title='.RIP you.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SlTDbmuQJ1I/AAAAAAAAACI/m3l_Tosh37E/s72-c/_1011871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-5380730943688995471</id><published>2009-07-06T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:58:34.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Some Some You Should.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="clear: both; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; width: 460px; direction: ltr; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Coke&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Mr. Don&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: By your side - Sade&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice : nope&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: twice&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: No&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: No&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: Been there done that&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS&lt;br /&gt;12. Black&lt;br /&gt;13. White&lt;br /&gt;14. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: A lot&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: No&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Each day&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Some&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: yes.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: Yes&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in life: More than 1&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: No&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Was on my practical term, and I cooked for the housemates.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 7.14 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight: blogging and listens to mellows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for-now: meeting Mr. Don&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your mother: 6th July 2009&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: The moment I chipped my tooth, just wished I could hold my face.&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now: Halo - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: I can't do anything to lessen his burden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;35. Most visited webpage: www.facebook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: adnadia binti darmawan&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames : dia, nady&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship status: In a relationship&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: virgo&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: female&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary school?: sekolah rendah jenis kebangsaan cina sin hwa,tawau&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary school?: sekolah menengah kebangsaan kuhara&lt;br /&gt;43. High school/college?: UMS, Sabah University&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Brown&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: medium&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 5' 2&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Johnny Jepp&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: Smiley and funny&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: ears&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: No&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: 2007, on my right mother toe&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: ears&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Eunice Koo&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Squash&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating:Nothing&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: have supper and then sleep&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: The Climb&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: Mr. Don (i wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?:a lot of them&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: soon...&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: A noble teacher and good pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: lips&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: hugs&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: shorter&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: younger&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Loud&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger : No.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: No&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: No. Broke 'em. alotta times&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: No&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Yes&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: Yes&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died:Yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: All the time&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: In God's will&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: yes&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: somewhere i don't belong, but hell i despise. yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: myth&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: Of course&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: Maybe, its not cheat, more like fling...&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? only at 12, to pause the action of tooth chipping, then go back to the way i was.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? August 2008, next to you.&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: No&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths: yes&lt;br /&gt;101. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;My brother, adiyazid&lt;br /&gt;102. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;Highway&lt;br /&gt;103. What’s your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship&lt;br /&gt;104. Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;lost, as in gone, lost, lost contact? I'll take the second, yes.&lt;br /&gt;105. What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Sad, admiration, so in love.&lt;br /&gt;106. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;four&lt;br /&gt;107. What is/are your brother(s)/sister(s) names?&lt;br /&gt;brother- adiyazid,younger sister-gwen myra, younger brother- adi adrian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;108. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;next to you, to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;109. Do you have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;yes i do&lt;br /&gt;110. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;111. Something you do a lots.&lt;br /&gt;watching movie from the telly&lt;br /&gt;112. Angry at anyone/thing?&lt;br /&gt;no, not now.&lt;br /&gt;113. What's stopping you from going for the person you like/ love?&lt;br /&gt;distance&lt;br /&gt;114. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes go.&lt;br /&gt;115. Is there anyone you would do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;116. What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;dates, shopping, and pooping, i often had them lately.&lt;br /&gt;117. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;ahmad khalid&lt;br /&gt;118. What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;119. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Filling this questions&lt;br /&gt;122. Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;123. Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Joey Stephen&lt;br /&gt;124. Describe your life in one word?&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;125. Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;ahmad&lt;br /&gt;126. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;127. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;why is this Q always appear. Sideways - Citizen Cope&lt;br /&gt;128. Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Kristina&lt;br /&gt;129. Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;130. Do you act differently around the person you like / love?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;131. What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;132. Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;ahmad&lt;br /&gt;133. Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;br /&gt;My mother&lt;br /&gt;134. What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;song&lt;br /&gt;135. Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;straight&lt;br /&gt;136. Has anyone ever called you "scrumptious" before?&lt;br /&gt;nerm, not that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;137. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;138. Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;139. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;140. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Owww yeah! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;141. Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;always content.&lt;br /&gt;142. Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;143. What jewelry are you currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Necklace, bracelet and a ring.&lt;br /&gt;144. What were you doing on friday night?&lt;br /&gt;sending and picking my brother up from Quran reciting class&lt;br /&gt;145. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;146. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;147. Is there anybody you're really disappointed in right now?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;148. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;My allergic reaction&lt;br /&gt;149. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;1.30 am, just found out my bestie uploaded a nostalgic picture &lt;br /&gt;150. Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4415597134583639779-5380730943688995471?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/5380730943688995471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-some-you-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/5380730943688995471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/5380730943688995471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-some-you-should.html' title='.Some Some You Should.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-6143293839399756932</id><published>2009-07-06T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:23:42.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If He Listens...</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I am granted with wishes I can only ask for, once...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you grant me a life I can face, through the triumphs and pains,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to put You on the frontline of my every chapter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to foresee the halo of every downs of my phase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to forgive and forget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to make my folks live the life twice as worth as they should,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to make friends and always let them see the goodness of belonging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be able to love and to be loved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to live my life I already have, to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I adore:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My folks' will to face everyday, no period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The choices I've made, and the risks I've taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The love I found, after a long-term of search. 'cos I believe, if you seek, you will find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The family I have, different strokes, different definitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Circle of friends that I managed to build. and I hope, you guys would see that, it's just as hard as building a tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. His strength, to carry on, to smile and sing, even when everything around him seems crushing down. That is why, I weep, every single time he sings, 'cos deep down inside, I know, he's strong. and p/s, I love you sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Will be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just soYou know, I am content with the life I have then, now and next... 'cos I know, its all a good plan. For me, and for all.&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;.Allahu Akbar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-6143293839399756932?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/6143293839399756932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-he-listens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/6143293839399756932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/6143293839399756932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-he-listens.html' title='If He Listens...'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-8192240687482377065</id><published>2009-07-02T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:21:03.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be With You</title><content type='html'>This is my rendition of Mr. Big. Nandos, now i know you love it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUBO_qx29mA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUBO_qx29mA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/4415597134583639779-8192240687482377065?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/8192240687482377065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/8192240687482377065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/8192240687482377065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-be-with-you.html' title='To Be With You'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-4265103753871182320</id><published>2009-06-30T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:49:21.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Milo the new Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkozfwhDjLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AoRJEILYym4/s1600-h/_1013181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkozfwhDjLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AoRJEILYym4/s320/_1013181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353147727775763634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the latest of Milo. 1 month at home. I love those big round eyes. Never thought i would love a cat like i love Milo. You go Milo! Milo, you're just as cute as wewen, but she's much cuter than you, says her. hahaha! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415597134583639779-4265103753871182320?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/4265103753871182320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/06/milo-new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4265103753871182320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4265103753871182320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/06/milo-new-love.html' title='.Milo the new Love.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkozfwhDjLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AoRJEILYym4/s72-c/_1013181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-4607897443419975647</id><published>2009-06-30T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:20:08.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Cloudy Tues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Skoe992XMHI/AAAAAAAAABw/ufYreIFT_6E/s1600-h/gosscrib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Skoe992XMHI/AAAAAAAAABw/ufYreIFT_6E/s320/gosscrib.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353125157006684274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Mel's crib, we're planning on making a video dedication to dk and dewi, since the both of them had been thru ups and downs in their life, so instead of singing infront of the crowd during dk's wedding, i think fb could do me a favor here. i decided to sing the song The Climb and the girls would play the guitar. :) it went well actually, only that i need to practice more on the high notes, or i could just alter the singings, so i won't embarrass myself infront of the camera. wahahahaha! Seeing the girls laugh, reminds me how i AM going to miss them so much, especially now that we're all are on the verge of a new life ie. work, marriage, kids. I'm sure gonna miss the laughs, the gossips, the singings, the dancings and all the crazy stuff we've done together. Dk is about to get married to god-knows-who in just 2weeks time, and dewi is going to have a babygirl. Which makes me think alot about meself, when will my moment come to me... But then again, all we need is a little patient. Patience is our game.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said he's going to sell the Kancil, which had just been modified, less than a month ago... sayang. it might turn out good since we're having trouble with the parking space, pfffttt! sell both the car, and get a new one. just one! which fit the porch nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, i hope i could find a good part time job while i'm still available to do so. I wanted a vacation away from home badly. And i can't hardly wait for july to come, a weekend in kk. and hope &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are there too. &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/4415597134583639779-4607897443419975647?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/4607897443419975647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloudy-tues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4607897443419975647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4607897443419975647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/06/cloudy-tues.html' title='.Cloudy Tues.'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/Skoe992XMHI/AAAAAAAAABw/ufYreIFT_6E/s72-c/gosscrib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415597134583639779.post-4447146917732266291</id><published>2009-06-28T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:50:46.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkcgyNJXPNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8LZxm7YU0A/s1600-h/wygday.JPG"&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/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkcgyNJXPNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8LZxm7YU0A/s320/wygday.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282729047604434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope the story goes on, after a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll check, I'll write. I'll think.&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/4415597134583639779-4447146917732266291?l=cigu-nady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/feeds/4447146917732266291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/06/epilogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4447146917732266291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415597134583639779/posts/default/4447146917732266291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cigu-nady.blogspot.com/2009/06/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>cigunady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669931847517730266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkchI9X1ddI/AAAAAAAAABA/jrlUD2fT458/S220/nade.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wT4tdnY3_Eo/SkcgyNJXPNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/e8LZxm7YU0A/s72-c/wygday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
