<?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-11372802</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:57.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*[[ Heart Illustration ]]*</title><subtitle type='html'>" There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life. " - Frederika Bremer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-2483267524884905557</id><published>2007-05-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:48:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: On Maternity leave - Part II ::</title><content type='html'>Here raining in the morning since Subuh lagi... bestnyaaa tidooo.. lagi2 tgh cuti nihh..  but then camne pun kena bangun jugak sbb nak prepare baju and breakfast for my hubby.. n then lepas tu.. barula continue tido.. ngee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday got appointment check up, have to do CTG monitor.. until tertido la jugak... baby pun tido skalik... dah tu nurse tgk graph heart baby tak cantekk.. have to wait about 15 minutes more to get better graph.. Haihh nak tanak kena la kejutkan baby.. pastu barula dia nak gerak2 and barula graph nampak cantekk... almost 1 hour jugakla wat CTG tuh... Pastu jumpa doktor,  the baby sihat... tp still blom time dia nak kuar lagik.. so doktor said if within this week no sign, that means have to go for induce next week... gegege takutnya... kena paksa bersalin jugak.. Maybe baby dah comfort kot dok dalam perut.. ngee... takpun dia malu jumpa parents dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... please doakan my baby selamat dilahirkan dengan normal and sihat... and doakan utk mama dia skalikk yerrr... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-2483267524884905557?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/2483267524884905557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=2483267524884905557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/2483267524884905557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/2483267524884905557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-maternity-leave-part-ii.html' title=':: On Maternity leave - Part II ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-5243689662631558821</id><published>2007-05-13T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:22:25.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: On my 1st day - Maternity leave ::</title><content type='html'>Today i start my maternity leave even though i'm not due yet... Dah la last friday amek MC.. i thot i will comfortable stay a home waiting to meet my small prince on that friday or maybe weekends but it's not the right time for him anyway.. Well maybe he want to surprise me again like he did before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Sat went to jalan2 kat taman2... expected fresh air but unfortunately what i got was water, air, noise pollution... Ye la konon2 tanak jalan kat shopping complex.. Nanti asek nak kuar duit jek.. so decided to change environment... Haihh better walking on the shopping complex kalo dah camni.. even takde fresh air pun.. tp still dalam aircond.. ntah hapa2 la.. By the way reason nak jalan2 bcoz to rilex my mind and body as well as my baby... Org cakap kalo byk berjalan senang sket nak bersalin but i dunno how true is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sun went to my mentua house and jalan2 at IKEA... Sempat lagi kuar.. hee.. my hubby ngidam nak mkn their sweedish food... so by Maghrib kena ada kat umah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? jalan2 dlm umah jela... hoho bosan gilerrrr... tatau nk wat ape.. so teringat nak wat moist choc cake... just a plan... tatau la bcoz jap lg as usual in the afternoon... biasanya that is my tido time! ngee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these article from Babycentre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coping strategies after 40 weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Have something planned for every day. Don't stay at home wondering whether you can feel anything happening. Get out of the house -- but not too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you haven't already stocked up the freezer, do so now. After your baby is born, you'll be really glad you've got lots of food in the house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Tell friends and relatives not to ring every day to find out what's happening -- say you'll ring them when the big event has taken place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Go out for lots of last-minute treats with your partner. It won't be so easy after your baby's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Rest -- if you're finding it difficult to sleep at night, take a nap during the day. Put your feet up. Play some music. Don't fret if you can't sleep, dozing is fine. Build up your energy stores for labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you think labour's started, but you're not sure, phone your midwife and ask for advice. Never hesitate to give her a call if you're worried. (Remind yourself of the signs of labour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-5243689662631558821?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/5243689662631558821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=5243689662631558821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5243689662631558821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5243689662631558821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-my-1st-day-maternity-leave.html' title=':: On my 1st day - Maternity leave ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-8405789583100312716</id><published>2007-05-10T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:16:40.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Waiting to meet our lil' precious ::</title><content type='html'>This week is my due..&lt;br /&gt;Seems not the time yet..&lt;br /&gt;Could be 11 may?&lt;br /&gt;12 may?&lt;br /&gt;13 may?&lt;br /&gt;14 may?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;22 may still not??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-8405789583100312716?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/8405789583100312716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=8405789583100312716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8405789583100312716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8405789583100312716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting-to-meet-our-lil-precious.html' title=':: Waiting to meet our lil&apos; precious ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-7709387452107621155</id><published>2007-04-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:08:11.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: O'ohh Demam Balik ::</title><content type='html'>I start my working day on Friday.. after warded and mc for 8 days..&lt;br /&gt;And ntah camna that afternoon, i suddenly keep sneezing.. and then my body start to feel very cool.. the same feeling i had when i started my high fever.. I dunno what was happening to me.. but what i remember my body start to heat again when i reached home.. Hubby start to worry again.. i never skipped my medicine but weird.. i had a fever again.. My father ask a help from Tok Imam for 'air ubat' and in the same time, i apply the concept drink a lot of water.. the same concept used when i hospitalized, when they ask me to drink 1.5 big jug per day so that i can cool down the body heat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weekend at home... boring.. but have to stay at bed.. my temperature pun kejap naik kejap turun.. Seriously i did my best to heal the fever beside air daun raya.. and then mkn ubat on time.. drink a lot of water.. keep my self berpeluh..(berselimut).. i did everything that is best for me and my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N Finally... Sunday ptg... back to normal... my body pun dah rasa sihat.. i'm not sure about my baby, but doctor said kalo movement perday lebih 10 that means ok.. but i have check up on next tuesday.. so looking forward what will doc said bout my baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by Monday.. back to work as usual :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-7709387452107621155?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/7709387452107621155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=7709387452107621155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/7709387452107621155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/7709387452107621155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/04/oohh-demam-balik.html' title=':: O&apos;ohh Demam Balik ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-5620014034826597375</id><published>2007-04-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T02:06:43.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Maternity Ward Part 11 ::</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. alkisahla masukla ward... without my willing but have to.. for my baby...&lt;br /&gt;First time warded.. huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first mmg la takut.. yela tinggal alone in the hospital without my hubby and family.. feels like i have a serious problem that i have to isolate with normal people out there.. sedey la jugakk... First day tu jugak la doc masukkan air (dripping).. Huwaaa.. lagi2 masukkan jarum yg sebesar inkpen tuhh.. mmg serikk... and jarum tu attach kat my hand around 5 days... eee.. sakit.. n within that days, can't sleep comfortably.. and everyday do CTG monitor (checking heartbeat's baby).. everyday doc will check my health twice and every 4 hours, nurse will do checking on my temperature and blood pressure.. not included antibiotic injection 3 times a day.. Altogether 7 bottles of water for dripping for 5 days... huhu.. pity me.. eh no.. pity my baby also.. heartbeat dia pun tak normal about 2-3 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After day 5, doctor said my result looks good and i can go back home.. ;) me very happy.. Good news for my baby too.. his heartbeat shows normal.. and his movement also quite active.. Sempat la jugak budak practical do research on my tummy.. hee.. they said i have an active baby.. Syukur alhamdulillah.. everything goes well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along that time in hospital, i get to know other patients as well.. New experience and new friends. Mostly patient kat situ ada kes uri kat bawah.. Some of them will have to stay a month above until their operation.... lagi kesiann.. i think i'm the only case yg ada high fever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 days warded, home will always be home... hmm.. pandai hubby aku jaga bilik n baju.. hee.. camne me tinggalkan the situation.. camtu jugakla dia jaga.. siyan kat hubby.. have to take care himself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.. i realize.. i have to be more careful with my condition.. i don't want anything happen to my baby coz i love my baby so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-5620014034826597375?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/5620014034826597375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=5620014034826597375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5620014034826597375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5620014034826597375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/05/maternity-ward-part-11.html' title=':: Maternity Ward Part 11 ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-5363950180040824774</id><published>2007-04-18T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T04:37:25.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: @ Maternity Ward Part 1 ::</title><content type='html'>At last i'm home.... after 6 days at hospital..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously that was a new experience for me as that was my first time admitted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citernya gini.. malam tu (rabu 11hb ) mmg demam panass.. sampai hubby naik risauu n nak anta klinik mlm tu.. but me tak wisau sgt.. itz just a normal fever.. and probably tggu next day kot kalo nak gi klinik... yela.. dah malam2.. tak larat la plak nk bgn.. comfortable to lay down at bed.. eventho head cam dah berat+pusing.. hubby la yg jaga mlm tu.. tlg bg cool down.. lap guna ice.. giler sejukkkkk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day bgn (khamis 12hb)... ya Allah.... badan cam takleh nk bgn.. hubby chek ckp badan panas sgt nihh.. kena gi spital nii... padahal aku rase sejukkk sgt (kalo ade org tiup pun angin cam aisss jek rase...) Nak tanak kena la gak gi... so heading to PPUM pagi tu... so confirmla tak kije that day... haiihhh mc lagikkkk.. Dah smp PPUM.. nak jmp doktor punyela lamer... geram pun ade gakk.. org yg lambat dtg pun dah nk balikk.. tp mmg la kan.. sbb nya kitorg datang bukan sbb appointment... ngee... bile tgh nunggu2 tuh... badan tiba2 sejukkk sgt... oh ya sblom gi PPUM tu kan... mak ade buh sket air daun raya... so that my fever sejuk sket.. mak ckp ni cam bukan demam biase.. panasss sgtt!! so bile tgh nk jmp doktor dah kurangla sket rase sejukk tuhh.. tp ntah camne.. time tu jd menggigil yg amat2...smp ketap2 gigi... bile igt balik klakar la plak... nk bercakap pun suara getar2.. hahaha lawakk jekkk.. malu pun ader gakk... sbb org pandangkan.. mesti derang pelik pesal la pompuan ni.. ngee... Then finally my turn jmp doktor..&lt;br /&gt;chek n chek n punya chek... (malas nk pjgkan citer) Dr inform yg aku kena masuk wad... mula2 cam tak caya la jugak about she said... tp sbb dah effect kat heartbeat baby.. so i have to... sorry baby... mama tak jaga baby elok2.. huhuhu... tatau la plak jadi camnih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. bermula la life @ maternity ward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-5363950180040824774?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/5363950180040824774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=5363950180040824774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5363950180040824774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5363950180040824774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-in-maternity-ward-1.html' title=':: @ Maternity Ward Part 1 ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-5820226404544450281</id><published>2007-03-26T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:09:16.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Good news? ::</title><content type='html'>"Your last day at Ax*n will be 30 March 2007."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;A news for me today..&lt;br /&gt;I will be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my office on next week..&lt;br /&gt;Counting our days to see our precious lil..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-5820226404544450281?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/5820226404544450281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=5820226404544450281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5820226404544450281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5820226404544450281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-news.html' title=':: Good news? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-8728569842231788613</id><published>2007-03-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:33:54.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: MC @ home ::</title><content type='html'>Alkisahnyaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that day.. went to hubby's office and once i reached lrt station i called him saying that i'll be in JJ and ask me to pick me up after his work done.. so i'll be happier shopping alone ( because siyan at him waiting for me to belek2 brg).. but then he misunderstood different way.. he expected me to wait somewhere else plak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally around 7.30pm.. while looking for the baby stuff and kendong other baby things (actually looking for 'barut' baby that time but tak jumpa2.. haihh!!) he suddenly show up infront of me.. looking at me with worried face.. O'ohh.. 'check kat handphone.. ade baper misscalled?' ngee.. 20 misscalled?? alamakk.. seriously i don't hear any sound from my handphone pun.. and no vibration.. mengong la henfon ni.. he told me he was searching for me all over the place including lrt station, nearby restaurant and even his office block.. and lucky he can spot me at JJ at baby section.. haha..good sense of tracking me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooo sorry dear.. we misunderstood each other.. then bcoz of that.. he don't let me to go to his office againn.. and consequence of that, i have a bad cramped leg..(i don't think i walk so much!).. and cannot even woke myself in the bed next morning.. huhuhu... what to do.. MC again!! Until now.. my feet still got cramp but better than yesterday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camni la kalo dah pregnant.. walk a bit then u have a cramp leg.. walk too much pun still cramp leg.. then sitting too much pun kena backache.. Doesn't mean mengeluh tauu.. i grateful because God give me a baby for me to complete my life ! it's just that i have to go through the nature process before i can see my baby welcome to this world.. and hopefully he's doing fine in my body.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. MC @ home isn't bad at all.. i really have a good rest at home.. it was raining and i feel pleasure at my bed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-8728569842231788613?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/8728569842231788613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=8728569842231788613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8728569842231788613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8728569842231788613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/mc-home.html' title=':: MC @ home ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-8932014824853091185</id><published>2007-03-22T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:07:59.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Looking Forward ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/sale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to but something from this warehouse...&lt;br /&gt;For someone actually..&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe for me?? hahaha probably...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-8932014824853091185?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/8932014824853091185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=8932014824853091185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8932014824853091185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8932014824853091185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/looking-forward.html' title=':: Looking Forward ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-26536771560353864</id><published>2007-03-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:06:28.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Cartoon for the day ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/cartoons/cartoon34"&gt;&lt;img alt="pregnancy cartoon" src="http://i.baby-gaga.com/crtn/c34.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-26536771560353864?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/26536771560353864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=26536771560353864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/26536771560353864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/26536771560353864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/cartoon-for-day.html' title=':: Cartoon for the day ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-8647719840733704121</id><published>2007-03-21T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T02:20:20.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: 15 minutes entry ::</title><content type='html'>Today he has to work late because of many HR works to be done... me? have to wait him.. but don't want to stay in the office.. Enough for me to stay almost 10-12 office hours everyday..  but not today.. So planning nak tumpang zura sampai lrt station.. then.. take lrt to taman maluri.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time dah tak naik lrt.. Now in my condition.. i imagine will be someone&lt;br /&gt;let me to have a seat.. ngee... well just want to check whether people concern about pregnant lady or not.. jeng jeng.. we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. wanted to but Bree's present at JJ.. I already bought present for Ned.. and then, planning for window shopping at baby's stuff.. I love to see all varieties of baby items.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'ohh.. my emergency bag is not yet complete.. aper lagik list yg tertinggal eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-8647719840733704121?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/8647719840733704121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=8647719840733704121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8647719840733704121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/8647719840733704121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-minutes-entry.html' title=':: 15 minutes entry ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-4985949600154901563</id><published>2007-03-20T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:40:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Tuesday ke? ::</title><content type='html'>Alahai... today is tuesday... i have wed-thur-fri to go through to enjoy my weekend.. Now feel demotivated of this work.. because i don't understand what actually i need to do.. Then have to follow up with the functional guy after 5pm.. then in the mean time.. still debugging and debugging and peningg to find out any info that i can rely on... still blurrr... Oraitt.. enuff about that... wanna talk about something else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i have a sitting bad posture or my baby is becoming bigger and bigger that my bones not enuff strong to support him...? i think everyday i have drink 2 glasses of milk .. 1 anmum milk for morning and 1 fresh milk at nite before sleep.. also include 2 tablets of calcium for the day.. still not enough eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel 7 months pregnancy is totally different when i carried my baby on&lt;br /&gt;6 month pregnancy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- leg cramp at nite&lt;br /&gt;- having difficulty to find the correct position to sleep but comfortable to put pillow or cusion at my back while straighten my leg..&lt;br /&gt;- walking to shops is not tired when comparing walking to the parking from shops.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;- i realize myself that i walk like a ducky.. terkedek2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell my hubby if he want himself to feel the way i am... just carry the laptop every second every minute and every day.. don't ever think to let go off the laptop until 9 months is over.. haha.. the response from him? he smiled.. means??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. better stop here.. have to move on with d workk.. haiyoooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-4985949600154901563?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/4985949600154901563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=4985949600154901563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/4985949600154901563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/4985949600154901563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/tuesday-ke.html' title=':: Tuesday ke? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-4829925184430125737</id><published>2007-03-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:19:05.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: On my bench time ::</title><content type='html'>Update lagi !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm totally bored.. Everyone seems in their working world..but my mind still fly away to somewhere.. Still no reply from my workSo what can i do?? Thatz why this entry was created.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today not feeling well... actually since yesterday.. head-ache, tekak cam mesin yg tak buh strepsils tuhh, pastu back-ache.. butt-ache..(pelik tul everytime nk bangun from chair.. mesti sakit.. ), then tongue cam kertas pasir and bitter.. Ughh!! never feel like this during pregnancy..some more.. feel sleepy a bit.. Where's my lovely pillow goes..i need youuu... huhuhu.. If i know i have no work to do today.. rather take an mc.. for sure i feel a bit well for now.. in sleeping mode.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. suddenly i recall back my dreamt to my last 2 days dream.. ala dah tak ingat sangat la.. but the point here kan.. i deliver my baby!!mm why now i remember that dream eh? Maybe i woke up very early thay saturday and rushing for something.. Then i forgot what i dreamt that nite.. Not only thatday.. the other day also.. but that one was quite funny a bit.. haha.. I don't want tostart nervous on this thing first.. it's not the time yet.. I know there was many cases where 7 months, baby got chances to go out even not fully developed...So.. leave it to GOD's work.. kite just redha.. But i do feel excited to be a mama..So no wonder my next entries about pregnancy, baby n mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ideas already what to put on my new entries.. heee..&lt;br /&gt;this is because i'm on bench..&lt;br /&gt;don't blame me ye boss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-4829925184430125737?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/4829925184430125737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=4829925184430125737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/4829925184430125737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/4829925184430125737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-my-bench-time.html' title=':: On my bench time ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-5158638272377949109</id><published>2007-03-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:12:12.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: New-Entry.. New-Mood.. New-Life n.. New Baby?? ::</title><content type='html'>wahh feel so long never updated the blog.. tu la yg di namakan 'Hangat-hangattahi ayam'.. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... this is the first entry of this year since....??? ngeee.. dunnooo.. trying to change the layout of this blog.. but not properly arranged.. coz tak siap lagikk and want to find new mood.. For now i'm using the pinky black..tp cam senget jek.. ayohh nk kena adjust2 jugak la.. SO the new entry kena la fit ngan new design.. (i mean for this year ok) with new story and new life.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at old entries + ticker..live with my beloved hubby counting about 7 months now.. So no more title 'Pengantin baru or 'Newly Wed' but with another title.. 'New Mummy-to-be' So my phase of life has changed tremendously from single to wife to mummy-to-be..It is a different life.. feel.. mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-5158638272377949109?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/5158638272377949109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=5158638272377949109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5158638272377949109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/5158638272377949109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-entry-new-mood-new-life-n-new-baby.html' title=':: New-Entry.. New-Mood.. New-Life n.. New Baby?? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-114776353389589359</id><published>2006-05-15T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:10:47.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Things had changed ::</title><content type='html'>Most of my frens asking about me..&lt;br /&gt;what happen to u? no news lately? nape menyepi jek?&lt;br /&gt;n i dunno how to answer it.. so sorry k...&lt;br /&gt;not mean to be far away from u...&lt;br /&gt;not mean to hate u..&lt;br /&gt;not mean also to avoid u from my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz things had changed a lot..&lt;br /&gt;from my day-to-day life until the way i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm sedey jek entry ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that what i felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that i planned just 'puff' away..&lt;br /&gt;gone with the wind...&lt;br /&gt;and itula kuasa takdir Allah..&lt;br /&gt;menguji umat2 nya to be passion enuff to handle difficulty situation like now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can make it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-114776353389589359?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/114776353389589359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=114776353389589359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114776353389589359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114776353389589359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-had-changed.html' title=':: Things had changed ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-114465974078282464</id><published>2006-04-10T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T02:02:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Jeng.. Jeng. ::</title><content type='html'>tgk la kat ticker factory tu.. tggl baper bulan je lagi.. bukan cam bulan dah.. tggl baper ari je rase dahhh.... gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debar? saspen? gemuruh?&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu.. sume rase aderla kot..&lt;br /&gt;wahhh... dia dah siap borang nikah.. tggl nk pass kat me jek ni...&lt;br /&gt;benda2 besar cam katering, hantaran, andam2.. sume dah setel.. duit je nk setel.. ngee..&lt;br /&gt;bunga telur baru nk wat... aiyokk sempat ke ni nk siappp... seb baik la ade mok cik bangi..&lt;br /&gt;dia lg bersungguh2 dari me.. ngee... padahall anak dia pun nk kawen bulan 8 ni..&lt;br /&gt;pastu aderla mcm2 menda nk kena redi ni..hopefuli siap on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erkk siyessss takuttttt nk kawennnn... camne ni ekkk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-114465974078282464?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/114465974078282464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=114465974078282464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114465974078282464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114465974078282464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/04/jeng-jeng.html' title=':: Jeng.. Jeng. ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-114059827465176077</id><published>2006-02-22T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:54:01.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Çlµêlê§§ ::</title><content type='html'>Clueless bout things happen to us.. i dunno where are we now.. Hopefully.. situation getting better as i try to calm myself and that person giving extra attention to me.. but am i ok now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.. easy to forgive but hard to forget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-114059827465176077?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/114059827465176077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=114059827465176077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114059827465176077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114059827465176077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/02/ll.html' title=':: Çlµêlê§§ ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-114059749176528302</id><published>2006-02-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:53:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: §†ör¥ ö£ å Mï§§ïñg Rïß &amp; Wï§hLï§† ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Missing Rib&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl in love asked her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl (g): Tell me... whom do you love most in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Boy (b): You, of course!&lt;br /&gt;(g): In your heart, what am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;(b): The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said,"You are my rib. In the Holy Book, it was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their life became mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go. She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years went by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they finally met at the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good-byes. He was going away on a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at him gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b): How are you?&lt;br /&gt;(g): I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?&lt;br /&gt;(b): No.&lt;br /&gt;(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back...You know my number…nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York. In the event that shocked the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette and like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones and even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may never come; give and accept what you have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad ending... haihh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... kalau dah jodoh with our loves one.. just don't let it go.. it's not always we can meet the person which have the same feeling to each other.. so terima la seadaanyaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok off-topic..&lt;br /&gt;Rite now.. feeling like to have a vacation or maybe indulge with something i rarely do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. going to pulau2 with my buddies.. lame dah tak gi jln jauh2.. or maybe with my family..&lt;br /&gt;2. movie-marathon.. hee.. penah wat tau.. satu ari tgk 2-3 movies.. wahh kuar dari wayang sedar2 dah mlm.. hahaha.. sonok2..&lt;br /&gt;3. reading a novel perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;4. stay-up mlm2... layan radio.. pastu abihla pc tu ON sampai pagi... main online-game with old-frens.. haih.. what happen to them eh?&lt;br /&gt;5. belajar memasak? hee.. in the learning process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more? bykkkk... but then i don't think so i have a time for all these..&lt;br /&gt;if i have a time pun.. need to think about the preparation.. doing this.. doing that..&lt;br /&gt;Till now.. not much thing we've done.. huhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-114059749176528302?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/114059749176528302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=114059749176528302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114059749176528302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114059749176528302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/02/r-mg-r-whl.html' title=':: §†ör¥ ö£ å Mï§§ïñg Rïß &amp; Wï§hLï§† ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-114040614814190830</id><published>2006-02-19T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:57:58.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: WörÐ &amp; §öµl ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Words express, words carry expectations and can be heard and felt much differently than they may originally have been intended to.. No doubt words hurt, words can wound...but none more so than those that seek to judge a soul. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We express aspects of who we are but words, in and of themselves, do not define us. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A.J. Mahari&lt;br /&gt;Thought of The Day for Monday, April 26, 1999&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. terasa la gak bile org tu ckp camtu to me.. tak bestnya rase camni..&lt;br /&gt;Dia tau la kot i'm still not feeling ok...&lt;br /&gt;yela even that person treat me like princess ke queen ke..&lt;br /&gt;i am still hurt... huhuhu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-114040614814190830?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/114040614814190830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=114040614814190830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114040614814190830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/114040614814190830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/02/wr-l.html' title=':: WörÐ &amp; §öµl ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-113834796525171998</id><published>2006-01-26T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:05:26.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Layannnn~~ ::</title><content type='html'>getting tired of walking, the rain that began to fall&lt;br /&gt;I chase after the rabbit I couldn't catch&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are like the clear water&lt;br /&gt;breathing deep down in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;call me, call me, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;where can I go, to where, so that I'm satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go home, when tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;will I be laughing saying that it's all ok?&lt;br /&gt;call my name, call me, I'll embrace you&lt;br /&gt;so close your eyes and remember those innocent times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you filled the parts I lacked in&lt;br /&gt;because I was able to forget even sad feelings&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying, and regretting that&lt;br /&gt;I became an adult someday&lt;br /&gt;getting humiliated, sweating&lt;br /&gt;but the reason for me to continue dancing&lt;br /&gt;is burning, burning my soul and screams&lt;br /&gt;if I continue, continue to open it I can be saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go home, let's meet&lt;br /&gt;behind the moon, white rabbit&lt;br /&gt;let's return, when tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be laughing barefeet&lt;br /&gt;I'll call, call and embrace it&lt;br /&gt;so close your eyes and remember those innocent times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting tired of walking, the rain that began to fall&lt;br /&gt;I chase after the rabbit I couldn't catch&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are like the clear water&lt;br /&gt;breathing deep down in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;call my name, call me because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;if I tell, tell my heart I'll be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cilok from japan lyric..syahdunya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-113834796525171998?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/113834796525171998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=113834796525171998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113834796525171998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113834796525171998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/01/layannnn.html' title=':: Layannnn~~ ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-113739914528949050</id><published>2006-01-15T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:32:03.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Dugaan.. Cobaan.. ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dugaan mmg taleh lari la kalo dah jadi tunang org.. many things have to consider not only the commitment.. but the attention given to each other.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time ni la.. perasaan memberontak sket2 tumbuh dlm ati.. ngee.. i'm not saying nyesal bertunang.. isyyy.. takleh la camtu kan.. tapi.. ade jek menda yg bole cepat merajuk atau sakit ati happened...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;time tu la.. pk camne la nk tempuh time kawen nanti? dah ready ke? dah cukup syarat ke kalo camni? btul ke org nk kawen camni? wahh.. mcm2 la pk...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; tu blom masuk famli culture lg.. i can feel akan ade sket influence and mixed-up by both famli.. So.. for me marriage life ni cam process yg transform diri to be someone else.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;erk..adakah akan join2 dgn grup org2 kawen punye topik.. dgn makcik2 n akak2 yg sebuk hal anak2 kat umah.. ngee.. sibuk citer pasal suami tu la.. suami ni la.. wahh.. the event gonna be so soon.. very soon.. sooner than i thot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-113739914528949050?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/113739914528949050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=113739914528949050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113739914528949050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113739914528949050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/01/dugaan-cobaan.html' title=':: Dugaan.. Cobaan.. ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-113645247588223679</id><published>2006-01-05T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:15:51.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: When 2006 take place ::</title><content type='html'>Such a short journey i felt toward this new year.. many things had happened to me in the past 12 months.. and i'm thankful i am still live.. whateva it was.. syukur la dgn aper yg ada.. even if i'm not satisfied enuff.. hopefully it will be better in this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokeyy.. i think i have enuff pressure lately due to some arguments.. i don't intend to say "follow my way".. i dunno if i'm act like that without realize it.. i am so sorry.. i still want to consider and respect other options.. i really do.... but please.. let be more understandable to each other..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-113645247588223679?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/113645247588223679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=113645247588223679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113645247588223679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113645247588223679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-2006-take-place.html' title=':: When 2006 take place ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-113454804300839429</id><published>2005-12-13T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:14:03.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Ape2 jela tajuk ::</title><content type='html'>haih.. lame gak tak tulis panjang2.. windu plak.. actually dah byk kali type kat sini.. but then.. everytime dah line ke 3 or 4.. pastu terus delete... siap pk dulu.. nk tulih ke tanak.. ni pun kalo ade publish nasib2 je ni.. ntah2 buang je entry pasni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camna pun.. this end of d year... rase lain jek.. nape ek? sbb Y-E-S ke? haha.. Year End Sale? ishh kena pk jugak tuh.. nk get ready beli brg utk preparation.. pastu pk pasal future lg.. camne la next year? sblom masuk tahun baru.. kena la looking back mase tahun2 sblom ni.. azam tu tercapai ke tidak.. tp apakah my azam? hahha.. azam pun tade.. ade ati nk pk.. aper aaa..&lt;br /&gt;Camna besar pun azam tuh.. if u choose not to take action or just angan2.. itz u to decide that reality... for me angan2 tu mmg byk aa.. cuma nk make realize tu yg payahh.... aper angan tuh? haha.. shhh.. mane bley bgtau kat sini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokie dokie... stop pasal azam.. cukup la tuh.. nk warm up tulih2 blog ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.. ter emo kejap ngan artikel (from &lt;a href="http://www.tokeikedai.net"&gt;www.tokeikedai.net&lt;/a&gt;) nih.. bacala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pernahkah anda menatap wajah orang-orang terdekat anda saat mereka sedang tidur?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau belum, cubalah sekali saja menatap mereka saat mereka sedang tidur. Pada saat itu adalah ekspresi paling wajar dan paling jujur dari seseorang. Seorang artis yang ketika di panggung begitu cantik dan hebat tapi akan jadi akan nampak biasa dan jauh berbeza jika ia sedang tidur. Orang paling kejam di dunia pun jika ia tidur sudah tak akan tampak wajah bengisnya Perhatikanlah ayah anda saat beliau sedang tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedarilah, betapa badan yang dulu kuat dan gagah itu kini semakin tua dan lemah, betapa rambut-rambut putih mulai menghiasi kepalanya, betapa kerutan mulai terpahat di wajahnya. Orang inilah yang tiap hari bekerja keras untuk kesejahteraan kita, anak-anaknya. Orang inlah rela melakukan apa saja asal perut kita kenyang dan pendidikan kita lancar dan berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, Lihatlah ibu anda. Hmm.. kulitnya mulai keriput dan tangan yang dulu halus membelai-belai tubuh kita ketika masih bayi kini bertukar kasar. Orang inilah yang tiap hari mengurus keperluan kita. Orang inilah yang paling rajin mengingatkan dan membebel kita semata-mata kerana rasa kasih dan sayangnya itu sering kita salah ertikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubalah menatap wajah orang-orang tercinta itu : Ayah, Ibu , suami , isteri, kakak, adik, anak, sahabat, semuanya. Rasakan sensasi yang timbul sesudahnya. Rasakan kuasa cinta yang mengalir perlahan-lahan di saat menatap wajah mereka yang terlelap itu. Rasakan getaran cinta yang mengalir deras ketika mengingat betapa banyaknya pengorbanan yang telah dilakukan orang-orang itu untuk kebahagiaan anda. Pengorbanan yang kadang dilupakan oleh kesalahan kecil yang entah kenapa selalu saja nampak besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara ajaib Tuhan mengatur agar pengorbanan itu boleh di nampakkan lagi melalui wajah-wajah jujur mereka saat sedang tidur. Pengorbanan yang kadang melelahkan namun enggan mereka ungkapkan. dan Ekspresi wajah ketika tidur pun mengungkapkan segalanya. Tanpa kata, tanpa suara dia berkata : " betapa lelahnya aku hari ini." dan penyebab lelah itu ? Untuk siapa dia berlelah-lelahan? Tak lain adalah suami yang bekerja keras mencari nafkah dan isteri yang bekerja mengurus dan mendidik anak, juga rumah. Kakak, adik, anak, dan sahabat yang telah melewatkan hari-hari suka dan duka bersama kita. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-113454804300839429?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/113454804300839429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=113454804300839429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113454804300839429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113454804300839429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/12/ape2-jela-tajuk.html' title=':: Ape2 jela tajuk ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-113273435968308027</id><published>2005-11-23T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:25:59.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: November? ::</title><content type='html'>Wahh lame dah tak tulis entry... sblom raye ari tu.. but i guess i have no interesting story to tell.. just boring stories of my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER 2005&lt;br /&gt;aidilfitriquiteboringforme..&lt;br /&gt;ihaveagreatmomentwithhimandmyfamily.. ireallydo!!&lt;br /&gt;i'mtryingtostrugglemyownfears.. that'thing'la...&lt;br /&gt;learntoenjoymyboringstuffonmycomputer..&lt;br /&gt;whatelse?&lt;br /&gt;needtomakesomeimportantdecisionsonthismonth..&lt;br /&gt;needsomefinancebackup..huhu..maybebecauseofrayacelebrationexpenses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefullyyouallcantreadmywrittenwords..&lt;br /&gt;ngee.... jgn peningkan kepala anda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-113273435968308027?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/113273435968308027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=113273435968308027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113273435968308027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113273435968308027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/11/november.html' title=':: November? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-113025343352680664</id><published>2005-10-25T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T08:17:13.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Malas dah... ::</title><content type='html'>Ala... dah malas la plak nk tulih2 blog nih... naper ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new except bulan Ramadan.. bulan mulia..&lt;br /&gt;byk la pulak org ajak gi berbuka pose... hee... best2!! makan tak hingat... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Yg syok nya dapat wat kuih raye sendrik.. cayala... walopun satu jenis kuih jek wat..&lt;br /&gt; hee.. jadi la kan..&lt;br /&gt;n walaa... kuih tuh berjaya di hasilkan hasil berkat air tgn nih.. ecehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nex week dah cuti raye... hoorayyy.. syoknyaa...&lt;br /&gt;syok ke tgk duit mengalir kuar..?  huhuuhu....&lt;br /&gt;taper2 raye punya pasal.... ana sanggup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway..from now on... dah slow sket nk meng 'update' blog..&lt;br /&gt;bukan majuk ke aper..&lt;br /&gt;cuma MALAS....&lt;br /&gt;MALAS nk pk tulih aper..&lt;br /&gt;MALAS nk design2 blog...&lt;br /&gt;MALAS nk menaip panjang2...&lt;br /&gt;MALAS tuhh.. MALAS nihh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish ishhhh.... jgn keje yg MALAS plak...&lt;br /&gt;hee... kuang kuang kuang!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-113025343352680664?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/113025343352680664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=113025343352680664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113025343352680664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/113025343352680664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/10/malas-dah.html' title=':: Malas dah... ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112796540373261699</id><published>2005-09-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:43:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Hati ::</title><content type='html'>Hati atau jantung manusia bagaikan sebuah tabung resonansi gitar. Setiap kita berbuat sesuatu, baik itu pada taraf berpikir maupun berbuat, selalu terjadi getaran di hati kita. Getaran tersebut bisa kasar, bisa juga lembut. Bergantung bagaimana getaran itu muncul. Ketika kita gembira, hati kita bergetar. Ketika sedang bersedih, hati kita juga bergetar. Ketika marah, hati kita juga bergetar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Orang yang pemarah akan memiliki risiko sakit jantung dan mengerasnya pembuluh-pembuluh darahnya. Dan secara psikologi dikatakan hatinya semakin mengeras dan tidak mudah bergetar oleh kebajikan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....seseorang yang hatinya lembut akan bisa menghasilkan cahaya di dalam hatinya. Dan jika cahaya ini semakin menguat, maka ia akan 'menerobos' keluar menggetarkan seluruh bio elektron di dalam tubuhnya untuk mengikuti frekuensi cahaya tersebut. Hasilnya, tubuhnya akan mengeluarkan cahaya persis aura yang jernih. Dan jika kelembutan itu semakin menguat, maka aura itu akan merembes semakin jauh mempengaruhi lingkungan sekitarnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; eh true laa... heart responses to my emotional reaction most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dipetik dr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokeikedai.net.my/v8/modules.php?op=modload&amp;name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;sid=4242&amp;amp;mode=thread&amp;order=0&amp;amp;thold=0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;resonasi hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - tokeikedai (Tq for d info... like it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112796540373261699?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112796540373261699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112796540373261699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112796540373261699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112796540373261699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/hati.html' title=':: Hati ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112796449253035484</id><published>2005-09-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:28:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Eye Trauma ::</title><content type='html'>Last sunday..&lt;br /&gt;mata cedera..&lt;br /&gt;kena habuk..&lt;br /&gt;mase tido kat kg..&lt;br /&gt;bgn dr tido..&lt;br /&gt;sumthing inside my right eye..&lt;br /&gt;chek mata kat cermin...&lt;br /&gt;belek2 mata.. erkk tergosok skali kot..&lt;br /&gt;aduhh.. mata pedih..&lt;br /&gt;berair-air tak henti2..&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu... sakittt..&lt;br /&gt;mata taleh bukak..&lt;br /&gt;bile blik je dr kg..&lt;br /&gt;terus gi klinik blakang umah..&lt;br /&gt;doktor suspect eye infection..&lt;br /&gt;dr suh gi eye specialist terdekat mlm tu gak..&lt;br /&gt;so rushing la kat UH..&lt;br /&gt;masuk emergency unit..&lt;br /&gt;pastu filter2 dpt gi kat dewan konsultant..&lt;br /&gt;dr chek lg..&lt;br /&gt;dr kata ni mayb eye infection jugak..&lt;br /&gt;tp eye condition is not really bad..&lt;br /&gt;Dr suh follow-up gi eye specialist sok..&lt;br /&gt;specialist mlm tade..&lt;br /&gt;Sok pagi.. jumpe dr lagi...&lt;br /&gt;8.30 pg sampai kat UH (eye specialist)...&lt;br /&gt;11.00 pg baru dpt jumpe specialist..&lt;br /&gt;Dr chek2 lagi..&lt;br /&gt;pakai their equipements..&lt;br /&gt;mase chek.. dr suh pandang atas.. kanan.. kiri.. bawah.. depan..&lt;br /&gt;abih dah chek..&lt;br /&gt;Dr bgtau ni bkn sbb infection from contact lence..&lt;br /&gt;abih tu aper dr?&lt;br /&gt;dr pun bgtau.. ni sbb kornea terluka sket..&lt;br /&gt;erkk.. takutnyaa..&lt;br /&gt;ehh jangan risau la.. dr ckp..&lt;br /&gt;luka dah sembuh ni..&lt;br /&gt;cuma kena bg sembuh btul2 lagi..&lt;br /&gt;oo ok.. lega rase hati..&lt;br /&gt;tanye dr .. bole tak nak mc ari ni?&lt;br /&gt;oo bole.. dr cakap&lt;br /&gt;nak sehari ke 2 ari?&lt;br /&gt;dr ofer 2 ari??&lt;br /&gt;ngeee.. skenyaaa..&lt;br /&gt;kalo 2 ari bole dr?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.... yey-yey dpt mc 2 ari..&lt;br /&gt;syoknyaaa....&lt;br /&gt;balik umah...&lt;br /&gt;bubuh2 ubat...&lt;br /&gt;tido..&lt;br /&gt;ptg karang nk gi panel clinik plak...&lt;br /&gt;sbb nk approvekan mc.. (as demand by HR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. mataku sihat skang...&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : hehehe.. syoknyaa tulihh cam budak kecikk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112796449253035484?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112796449253035484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112796449253035484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112796449253035484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112796449253035484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/eye-trauma.html' title=':: Eye Trauma ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112746688297589103</id><published>2005-09-23T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T02:14:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Aaa..Err ::</title><content type='html'>Err.. aa..&lt;br /&gt;aa.. err...&lt;br /&gt;uuhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am... er.. er..&lt;br /&gt;i feel... er.. er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhhhhh !!! feeling unsafe to write emotionally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112746688297589103?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112746688297589103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112746688297589103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112746688297589103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112746688297589103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/aaaerr.html' title=':: Aaa..Err ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112727726257981496</id><published>2005-09-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:36:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Study ke Steady ?? ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/mao.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouchh.... my head!!! stop it larr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz?? again?? Oh no.... i think since last two weeks, i'm here not as a programmer or worker, but as a STUDENT... every week have quizzes.. but lucky, i'm not attach to ticket assignment rite now.. so have time to study... But the thing is.. i don't feel motivated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead i use my time to study, i use it for peeking my mails, blogs, forums and chatting.. i think my brain starting to loose technical-knowledge cells... duhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112727726257981496?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112727726257981496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112727726257981496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112727726257981496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112727726257981496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/study-ke-steady.html' title=':: Study ke Steady ?? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112668169413009377</id><published>2005-09-14T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:09:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Chaiyo Chaiyo ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pencerobohan Israel di Gaza berakhir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANDAR RAYA GAZA: Israel menamatkan pencerobohannya selama 38 tahun di Semenanjung Gaza semalam, disambut tembakan ke udara dan jeritan kemenangan oleh penduduk Palestin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beribu-ribu anggota keselamatan membanjiri penempatan haram Yahudi yang ditinggalkan dan mengibarkan bendera Palestin di tanah yang ditawan Israel empat dekad lalu, ketika kereta kebal tentera Yahudi berundur dari situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Syukur alhamdulillah... peace 4eva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sok kuiz.. huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;mengong aa otak nak terima notes...&lt;br /&gt;last2 gi wat &lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;kuiz&lt;/a&gt; lain kat internet... hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; mm.. sometimes i feel i'm the unpredictable person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; ye ke? hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; em i don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; kui kui cam x betui jek.. sok kuiz pun xnak belajo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; err.. no comment.. hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; undefined lagi kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; afraid of people perspectives towards my appearance?? probably.. but that's not the most thing i'm afraid of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; mature? not really.. i'm a cartoon addicted person laa... More to heart dilemma inside me? mmm... only God knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112668169413009377?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112668169413009377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112668169413009377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112668169413009377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112668169413009377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/chaiyo-chaiyo.html' title=':: Chaiyo Chaiyo ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112624741850112583</id><published>2005-09-09T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:31:51.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: ???  ::</title><content type='html'>I dunno what is going on with my program ...&lt;br /&gt;is it my program fault?&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;the transport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee... tak best nyaa kalo tak jadi.. uhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari rabu mlm kamis ari tu, tiba2 terbangun kul 3 pagi tepat.. macam ade org kejutkan.. pelik!&lt;br /&gt;Bile terbukak je mata.. terdengar langsir cam bunyi terselak.. huhuhu.. aku pun baca la ayat Kursi kuat2.. penuh perasaan.. ngee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah jd camtu... si dia pun kata nk temankan aku tido mlm kamis.. (smlm la..).. Dey bukan teman tido daa.. teman berborak jelaa... Dia mmg nagntuk giler.. dah tu baru blik keje kul 11 mlm.. tp aku mintak dia temankan gak.. hee.. seb baikla dia ok.. last2.. telinga aku terlekat fon sampai kul 5.30 pagi.. HAh!!! terperanjat aku..aku tertido ngan fon!! time tu aku tau dia pun still ade..(tp tido kot!) ... hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangka bole tido ngan fon skaliii... hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112624741850112583?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112624741850112583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112624741850112583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112624741850112583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112624741850112583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=':: ???  ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112623959268240356</id><published>2005-09-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:28:30.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Palestin ::</title><content type='html'>Citer &lt;a href="http://www.jiwang.org/portal/modules/newbb/viewtopic.php?topic_id=44088&amp;forum=9"&gt;Adik &amp;amp; Palestin&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://www.jiwang.org/portal/modules/newbb/viewtopic.php?topic_id=45226&amp;forum=9"&gt;Gadis Yahudi&lt;/a&gt; btul2 menyayat ati.. Berat mata memandang, berat lg bahu memikul.. Sblom ni tadela plak nk amik tau sgt benda ni.. Biasela.. tak lengkap dunia kalo tade perang.. Tp sejak tgk Majalah 3 yg mengupas about this story... mmg sedey and kesian.. Kalo kat Malaysia.. bersyukur sebab walaupun berbeza races, tp tetap harmoni.. Tapi kat Palestin lain plak caranya.. Yahudi dgn Islam seperti langit dan bumi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat bwh ni ade citer pasal sejarah Palestin.. di amik from other's article.. Nak bg link terpromote plak without owner permission...  just sekadar nk berkongsi citer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sejarah Palestin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita pasal Palestin ni berkait dgn terlalu banyak benda seperti gerakan Yahudi Sedunia, bagaimana Yahudi influence US/British dsbgnya. Cerita ni boleh disampaikan dalam 2 fasa, satu sejarah Palestin silam dan moden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah Silam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palestin adalah tempat yg bermakna utk umat Islam kerana kat situlah pusat kenabian.. ramai nabi nabi yg diturunkan di situ, atau paling kurangpun berkait dgn palestin. org yahudi claim palestin, antara alasannya, mereka adalah penduduk asal di situ. namun, mengikut kajian sejarah, penduduk asal di situ adalah kaum Arab yg diberi nama Kanan (Kan-An) yg menetap pada 2500 s.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah kenabian di palestin bermula dgn nabi Ibrahim. kita semua ingat bagaimana nabi Ismail ditinggalkan kat mekah, dan asalnya mata air zam zam. Nabi Ibrahim bukanlah bangsa Israel. Slps Ibrahim, ada nabi Ishak yg kekal di palestin dan nabi Ismail pula di Mekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bani Israel adalah keturunan dari nabi Yaakub, termasuklah anak anaknya, cucu cicit... (Israel : org yg berjalan malam) . nabi Yaakub menetap di palestin. anak nabi yaakub ada sorang nama Yahuza.. di situlah asalnya nama Yahudi. kita tahu cerita bagamana anak nabi yaakub, nabi yusof dikhianat oleh abg abg dia, ditinggalkan kat pdg pasir dan kemudian diselamatkan dan dibawa ke mesir. selepas nabi yusof jadi pemerintah kat mesir, beliau jemput nabi yaakub dan keluarga dia pindah ke mesir. Pusat kenabian skrg berpindah ke mesir, sehinggalah kepada zaman nabi Musa dan firaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabi Musa lepas melarikan diri dari Firaun melalui laut merah tu membawa rakyatnya (bani israel) kembali ke palestin. namun org yahudi tak nak masuk palestin (degilnya..) sebab masa tu ada org lain perintah palestin. jadi, Allah sesatkan diorang selama 40 tahun. pada waktu tu, Nabi Musa dan Harun wafat. Nabi Yusa' (dikenali sbg Joshua) adalah nabi yg memimpin Yahudi masuk baliik ke Palestin slps itu (1190 s.m.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dlm Quran ada disebutkan kisah nabi daud dan tentera Raja Talut. raja Talut memberi takhta kpd nabi daud sbg raja di palestin, dan start dari sini, bermulalah kerajaan yahudi di palestin. Nabi daud tukat nama bandar pemerintahan kat situ, asalnya Madinatussalam kpd jerusalem (Hebrew) - 995 s.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabi Daud digantikan oleh nabi Sulaiman, dan pada ketika inilah zaman kegemilangan Yahudi sebab kita tahu betapa besarnya kerajaan nabi sulaiman (menguasai jin dsb) dan mereka percaya nabi sulaiman ada bina temple (nama: Haikal temple) kat Jerusalem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slps nabi sulaiman wafat, Palestin terbahagi kpd 2, pertama ialah kingdom of Israel, yg ditewaskan oleh Parsi kemudiannya. satu lagi ialah Kingdom of Yahudi yg tewas kat Nebuchadnezar. Yahudi dihalau ke Iraq dan tak dibenarkan masuk lagi. (500-an s.m.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pemerinatahan bertukar tangan dari Parsi ke Alexander The Great ke Rom (63 s.m.) sehinggalah Umar Al-Khatab ambil Palestin pada tahun 638 m. Dari situ, kita boleh lihat, yahudi cuma menjadi kerajaan kat Palestin cuma 4 kurun saja.. dari nabi daud hingga sblm nebuchadnezzar (1104 s.m. - 586 s.m) sementara umat islam perintah slps umar selama 12 kurun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah Moden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte adalah org yg bertanggungjawab mambawa kembali jews ke Palestin pada 20 April 1799... iaitu seramai 5000 org. Tujuannya adalah utk mengkucar kacirkan kerajaan Uthaminiyyah. selepas WW1, Yahudi di Palestin cuma 55,000 (8.4%), selebihnya adalah Arabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah moden ni boleh dibahagikan kpd 6 fasa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasa 1: 1880 - 1917&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada tahun 1897, ditubuhkan World Zionis Organization (pertubuhan yahudi sedunia) dan congress pertama diadakan di Swiss pda 27-29 Ogos 1897. British dikempen supaya menyokong pertubuhan tersebut. Sebelum WW1 (1914-1918), kerajaan Uthamniyyah melarang org yahudi beli tanah di Palestin tapi larangan tersebut ditarik balik selepas itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa WW1, British tlh buat perjanjian dgn 3 pihak. perjanjian dgn France dan Russia ttg pembahagian kawasan kemenangan (kalau mereka menang), perjanjian dgn Raja Hussin supaya tolong lemahkan kerajaan uthmaniyyah melalui semangat nasionalisme (kalau berjaya, bagi palestin) dan terakhir dgn Zionis yg ketika itu menguasai Amerika. tujuannya adalah agar dapat melobi Amerika menyertai pasukan British dalam perang dan sbg balsaan, akan diberikan Palestin kpd mereka. Ini dinamakan 'Belfa' declaration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasa 2: 1917-1948&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawasan Palestin dikenali sbg trans Jordan ketika itu. pada tahun 1924, kerajaan uthmaniyyah tumbang (pertama kali dalam sejarah umat islam tak ada sistem khalifah). Liga Bangsa-Bangsa (belum ada PBB) disuruh menerima 'Belfa declaration' anatar British ngan Yahudi. pada 24 Julai 1922, declaration tu diterima dan yahudi masuk palestin semakin ramai. High commisioner British di palestin adalah org yahudi. tekanan spt cukai tanah yg tinggi dikenakan kpd org penduduk palestin supaya mereka jual tanah mereka. pda waktu ini, Jihad Palestin mual ditubuhkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bermula tahun 1929, umat islam di sana mula bertempur dgn pihak British. fatwa haram menjual tanah kpd yahudi dikeluarkan tahun 1935. sepanajang tahun 1929-1939, banyak pertempuran berlaku tetapi gagal. British keluarkan kertas putih yg menyatakan kerajan palestin akan ditubuhkan pada 10 tahun lagi (which is 1949), yg diperintah oleh Arab dan yahudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahun 1944, cuma ada 75000 org yahudi di palestin dan British berjanji bahawa tak akan ada lagi org yahudi yg akan masuk ke paletsin kecuali dgn izin org arab kat situ. Org arab suka hati sebab kerajaan nanti mestilah akan dapat dikuasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slps WW2, tahun 1947, British membincangkan isu palestin di PBB. resolusi 181 PBB menyatakan yg PBB bercadang bahagikan Palestin kpd 2, 55% daripada kawasan diberi kpd yahudi (yg cuma 33% drp population) dan selebihnya kpd Arab. Walaupun ternyata pembahgian tak ikut logic, yahudi masih tak puas hati dan inginkan lebih banyak penguasaan. ikhwanul Muslimin mula masuk berperang di palestin ketika ini. Pada 14 mei 1948, Israel diisytiharkan sbg negara dan Arab diusir beramai ramai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasa 3: 1949 - 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahudi meluaskan penguasaan, berjaya menguasai seluruh Palestin, semenanjung sinai dan Golan. mereka merancang nak menubuhkan Israel Kubra (the great Israel) yg meliputi kawasan ni termasuk iraq dan madinah krn mereka pernah menetao di sana. Yaser Arafat menubuhkan Al-Fatah, satu gerakan revolusi utk menentang Yahudi pada tahun 1957. PLO ditubuhkan pada tahun 1974 dan dianggap mewakili org palestin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasa 4: 1967 - 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBB mengeluarkan resolusi 3236 pada tahun 1975 yg menyatakan hak org Palestin menubuhkan negara di Palestin. tahun 1967-1970, perang berlaku antara kawasan East palestin dgn israel, dan israel kalah teruk. perang tu dinamakan 'Peperangan Karamah'. Tahun 1987, PLO yg diketuai oleh yaser arafat tukat cara, daripada arm struggle kpd negotiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp David adalah perjanjian antara Mesir dan Israel pada tahun 1978. israel bersetuju withdraw dari Palestin, dgn syarat Israel diiktiraf. waktu tu, semangat org arab JATUH teruk. tahun 1987, HAMAS ditubuhkan (skrg, HAMAS berada dalam list terrorism). Hamas ditakuti oleh org yahudi kerana penyertaannya adalah dari golongan pelajar dan profesional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasa 5: 1987 - 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perang teluk menyebabkan bantuan negara negara Arab kpd pejuang di palestin dihentikan. maka perjuangan di pelstin tak ada support dari segi kewangan terutamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thaun 1993, ada perjanjian damai OSLO di mana PLO (yaser Arafat) diberi peluang memerintah Gaza dan Jericho. Adakah ni petanda yg bagus? bagi org Yahudi, mereka tidak memerlukan tempat tersebut krn bagi mereka, tempat tempat tersbut adalah celaka. Arafat pula cuma mentadbir 5 perkara iaitu kesihatan, pendidikan, special affair (perkahwinan dsb), cukai dan pelancongan. urusan lain diuruskan oleh israel. kerajaan Arafat tak boleh ada senjata kecuali polis supaya dapat perangi keganasan. HAMAS jadi serba salah sebab nak serang israel, tapi takut berlawan ngan org Islam sendiri. Perumpamaan yg boleh dibuat adalah ibarat, kita ada sebuah rumah yg cantik. lepas tu org dtg, masuk rumah kita dan usir kita keluar. lepas tu buat perjanjian dgn kita, OK, kita boleh duduk tapi kat kawasan sampah jer. dan kalau ada org nak ceroboh rumah, kita kena tangkap org tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada 18 Mei 1994, Palestenian Authority (bukan government) ditubuhkan. kerajaan baru ni diiktiraf oleh certain countries tapi tak diiktiraf oleh negara negara spt US, UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semasa pentadbiran Clinton dulu, 4 kementerian diketuai oleh Yahudi... antaranya Finance, Luar Negara (Albright), Defence. drp 11 org senat, 7 org adalah Yahudi. Director of CIA skrg adalah Yahudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasa 6: 2000 - sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada 28/9/2000, sharon bercadang utk menziarahi Al-Aqsa. maka berlakulah Intifadah yg ke-2. Ini membawa sinar baru dalam perjuangan menentang yahudi. Dulu, penentangan adalah atas dasar semangat kebangsaan Arab, skrg atas nama agama. kalau dulu 25 org yahudi mati, barulah 1 palestin meninggal.. skrg, 3 org palestin sama dgn 1 yahudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Quds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam Al-Quds terdapat Masjid Al-Aqsa, Dome of Rock, masjid Umar dan gereja Kiamat. org kristian percaya yg nabi Isa dikebumikan di gereja kiamat ni. pemegang kunci bagi gereja kiamat ni adalah org islam daripda keluarga Nusaibah (hingga ke hari ini). terdapat 4 tembok keliling kota ni. satu tembok dibina oleh kaum Kan-An (puak pertama), nabi Sulaiman, Raja herdos dan satu lagi Kerajaan Uthmaniyyah. terdapat 8 pintu utk masuki kota ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa Israk dan Mikraj, Rasulullah saw mengikat Buroq di salah satu tembok tersebut. kalau kita tgk dalam TV, Yahudi ada upacara dia kat satu tembok ni.. itulah tembok yg dimaksudkan. di bawah tembok tersebut, org Yahudi gali lubang beralasan nak cari haikal sulaiman dulu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, apa peranan kita sbg umat Islam? kita kena sedar yg perjanjian terbukti tidak membuahkan sbrg hasil. yahudi berkali kali langgar perjanjian dan tak buat apa yg dijanjikan. yg pertama sekali yg kita kene buat, adalah dgn doa kita utk Palestin, beri sumbangan skdr termampu, boikot barangan yg terlibat dgn Israel dan yg penting, menggabungkan diri kita dalam kelompok org islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu 'alam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112623959268240356?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112623959268240356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112623959268240356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112623959268240356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112623959268240356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/palestin.html' title=':: Palestin ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112564221867465391</id><published>2005-09-02T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:45:50.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Boredom ::</title><content type='html'>I can't stop blogging rite now.. bcoz i'm totally bored without work... Yep.. When i was in assignment... I wish I have no burden in my head.. But when the situation exchanges.. the reason turn the other around.. Huh~ Human never satisfy of what they do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. let me story whatever flow in my mind rite now.. there was a fren that i knew her in somewhere.. I thought she will not ever wants to contact me since we have a bad history between us.. Yeah.. i really felt hurt as i was embarrased by her infront of people.. that was along time ago... But then.. she felt sorry about that.. and i felt guilt too.. So.. why should i be hurt rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. glad to see her sms-ed me.. Well we just exchange our life routione story.. about work.. about wed plan.. and i know she have a contact with him.. Naahh... no need to be jealous la.. But she never told me about her special-men.. somehow i categorized her as a pretty human.. Perhaps she deserve to find a really great guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.. i'm bored... feel like ages staying in the office now..&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowwiiiinggg btulll laaaaaa !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112564221867465391?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112564221867465391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112564221867465391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112564221867465391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112564221867465391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/boredom.html' title=':: Boredom ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112556472103129318</id><published>2005-09-01T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:57:01.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: ..Happy Birthday Dear.. ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/BDcake16.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You are very special&lt;br /&gt;and you deserve the best.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;filled with love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I hope others bring you joy,&lt;br /&gt;just as you've brought joy to me,&lt;br /&gt;then you can weather any storm&lt;br /&gt;and be all you want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Copyright© Reatha Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112556472103129318?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112556472103129318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112556472103129318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112556472103129318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112556472103129318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-dear.html' title=':: ..Happy Birthday Dear.. ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112539130744461628</id><published>2005-08-30T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:41:47.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Over Slept.. a Syndrome or a Habit? ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/K_why-sleep1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need sleeping.. sleeping n sleeping.... i need it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bcoz sleeping is a best medicine (beside laughter).. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;... n i really enjoy sleeping.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZzzzZZZ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112539130744461628?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112539130744461628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112539130744461628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112539130744461628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112539130744461628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/over-slept-syndrome-or-habit.html' title=':: Over Slept.. a Syndrome or a Habit? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112529645755419332</id><published>2005-08-29T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:07:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Life Philosophy ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/nice1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/nice1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/nice1.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/nice1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang tidak menganggap dirinya bahagia adalah orang yang tidak akan hidup dengan bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang berjaya tidak pernah putus asa. Sebaliknya orang yang mudah putus asa ialah orang yang tidak akan berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kamu bercakap, percakapan kamu adalah patut diluahkan jika ia difikirkan lebih bernilai daripada tidak bercakap langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga orang pandang ke luar tingkap, seorang melihat tanah, seorang melihat pokok, seorang melihat awan. Ini kerana setiap manusia mempunyai persepsi yang berbeza. Lantaran itu, jangan berasa marah jika orang lain berbeza pendapat dengan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerek yang kecil adalah lebih mudah panas. Orang yang berhati kecil mudah berasa marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang tidak dapat mengawal emosi sendiri adalah orang yang tidak dianggap merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tali gitar yang diikat terlalu ketat akan senang putus. Manakala tali yang diikat terlalu longgar tidak akan mengeluarkan bunyi yang merdu. Oleh itu, hiduplah dalam kesederhanaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarahan biasanya bermula daripada fikiran yang tidak bijak dan diakhiri dengan kekesalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesedihan yang dialami akan menjadi pudar selepas suatu jangkamasa berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melakukan kesilapan adalah suatu perkara yang biasa. Sedia memaafkan kesilapan adalah perkara yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia biasanya hidup tidak melebihi 100 tahun, tetapi kerisauan yang dialami lebih daripada 1000 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukailah dengan apa yang perlu anda buat, jangan buat apa sahaja yang anda suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belajar daripada kesilapan yang orang lain lakukan akan mengurangkan kesilapan yang mungkin kita lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang adalah alat yang kita gunakan dan bukan alat yang mempergunakan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada orang yang boleh merisaukan kamu melainkan fikiran kamu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia selalu mengharapkan kegembiraan daripada orang lain, tetapi jarang memberi kegembiraan kepada orang lain secara sukarela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesedihan dan kegembiran adalah di tangan sendiri dan bukannya di tangan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musuh yang paling hebat di dunia ini ialah diri kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang paling bodoh ialah orang yang selalu risau atau marah kerana kesilapan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa yang kita gunakan untuk mecari kesilapan orang lain biasanya adalah lebih banyak daripada masa yang kita gunakan untuk memperbaiki kesilapan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati fikir perkara baik, mulut cakap perkara baik, badan lakukan perkara baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua manusia mempunyai satu mulut dan sepasang telinga, maka kurangkan bercakap dan lebihkan mendengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila anda menuding jari terhadap kesilapan orang lain, sebenarnya 3 jari anda telah menuding kepada diri anda sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insan yang berilmu akan menganggap dirinya kurang ilmu, manakala orang bodoh akan menganggap dirinya orang yang sangat pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiah yang paling berharga buat teman ialah bertimbang rasa dan sedia memaafkan kesilapannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersikap baik terhadap insan yang jahat adalah cara yang lebih baik daripada bersikap buruk terhadap mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hidup ini, sebarang keadaan yang kita temui adalah kurang penting, yang paling penting ialah arah yang kita tujui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang biasa akan marah apabila dikritik oleh orang lain, manakala orang yang mulia ialah mereka yang memperbaiki diri daripada kritikan orang lain kerana musuh biasanya akan memberitahu kesilapan yang anda buat tanpa disedari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang berfikiran positif akan melihat peluang dalam semua keadaan. Manakala orang yang berfikiran negatif akan berasa risau dalam segala keadaan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita perlu menghembus nafas dahulu sebelum menerima udara yang segar. Kita perlu berusaha bersungguh-sungguh sebelum menempuh sesuatu kejayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi manusia yang tidak mengenali erti hidup, maka hidup adalah satu hukuman baginya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangkalanya, sesuatu masalah yang rumit dapat diselesaikan dengan menggunakan kaedah yang paling mudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padi yang semakin berisi akan semakin menunduk, manusia yang berhemah tinggi ialah orang yang sentiasa merendahkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayatilah kehidupan anda, janganlah dibandingkan dengan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebencian tidak dapat di atasi dengan kebencian, tetapi hanya dapat di atasi dengan kasih sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan berputus asa apabila menghadapi kesusahan kerana titisan hujan yang jernih juga berasal daripada awan yang gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa yang diberi kepada kita dikurniakan sesaat demi sesaat, maka kita perlu enggunakannya sesaat demi sesaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang kaya bukanlah orang yang mempunyai banyak harta, tetapi orang yang berasa cukup dengan apa yang dia ada dan tidak memerlukan lebih daripada itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang miskin bukanlah orang yang tidak berharta tetapi adalah orang yang sentiasa merasa tidak cukup dengan apa yang dimiliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang boleh diyakini adalah mereka yang mempunyai keyakinan diri. Orang yang dapat menegur orang lain adalah orang yang sedia menerima teguran orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang cemerlang bukanlah kerana dia tidak pernah mengalami kegagalan tetapi disebabkan dia dapat berdiri lebih teguh selepas kegagalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang cantik tetapi tidak berakhlak bagaikan bunga yang berwarna tetapi berbau busuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia yang dihormati ialah orang yang sentiasa menghormati orang lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112529645755419332?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112529645755419332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112529645755419332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112529645755419332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112529645755419332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-philosophy.html' title=':: Life Philosophy ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112495292446132124</id><published>2005-08-25T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:20:50.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Company lama ::</title><content type='html'>Just now dpt call dr member opis lame.. mmm.. Industrial Eng. Dept Head kat sane dah meninggal.. terkejut gak ... Muda la gak bos tu..leh kurang 45 thn, bangsa india.. Meninggal sebab darah tinggi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citernya camni.. dia tgh wat keje.. tiba2 kepala dia pening, pastu dah tak tahan sgt, suhla anak buah dia gi anta bos ni kat spital PJ.. ntah camne seminggu dia koma.. Check punye check, doktor tu ckp urat kat kepala dia dah pecah sbb darah tinggi teruk kot... ishh.. dah tu wat la operation kuarkan darah beku dr otak dia(sbb darah dah tepancut kuar)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N then ditakdirkan dia meninggal time tu jugak... mmm.. Yg syahdunya.. dia meninggal time dia sambut Anniversary kawin dia yg ke-5 thn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu dgr la member ni ckp.. kat sane dpt half-day cuti kalo2 nk gi melawat dia la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiii.. teringat blik detik2 sejarah ade kat company lame...sronok gak keje kat sane... nyesal?? takde aaa... Lg pun keje kat sane tak abih2 jaga documents... bosan giler.. pastu kena ikut style keje kat sane.. displin.. 5s, QCC, ISO.... huh! byk giler term kena tau n praktik... neway.. kat sane bos jepun mmg sayang n jaga giler at me.. hahaha... layanan mmg 'thumbs up'.. huih... perasan!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112495292446132124?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112495292446132124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112495292446132124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112495292446132124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112495292446132124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/company-lama.html' title=':: Company lama ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112494820327605217</id><published>2005-08-24T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:43:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Hope ::</title><content type='html'>He keeps telling me…&lt;br /&gt;..about our future…&lt;br /&gt;..about our hope…&lt;br /&gt;..about our dreams…&lt;br /&gt;..about this great opportunity…&lt;br /&gt;..about how this can affect our life later…&lt;br /&gt;..how this can transform us to be someone else…a  well-known people maybe..&lt;br /&gt;..how this can bring our relationship more closer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still..&lt;br /&gt;..I keep giving an excuses..&lt;br /&gt;..Show my stubborn…&lt;br /&gt;..Ignoring on that matter…&lt;br /&gt;..Arguing the fact that I’m not able to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless…still he never gives up on me…&lt;br /&gt;..giving me hope..&lt;br /&gt;..remind me everyday..&lt;br /&gt;..keep approaching me..&lt;br /&gt;..encouraging me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I able to do that?&lt;br /&gt;Oohh…I dunno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this is the illustration of what I feel now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. back to normal writing…&lt;br /&gt;Today.. program meragam.. ke otak aku yg meragam?… lantak la… sok baru sambung pikir.. Well I’m still worry about Eleen’s wed, no chances to call her yet.. tapi heran lak, kad kawin dia pun tak sampai lagi.. minggu ni sampai la kot.. pulak tu, same date with other wedding.. aduiii.. pening..pening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. pg tadi dah siap bangun sahur nak pose ari ni…tiba2 kul 9.30 pagi camtu dapatla emel bgtau ade besday celebration for staff yg born dlm bulan Ogos.. Hehhe.. guess what?? Terus postpone pose aku ari ni.. hampeh tul… Nape la tak bgtau awal2.. Penat jek bersungguh2 bangun sahur.. Tapi rase guilty lak buka pose.. huhuhu… sbb mak kat umah tgh pose gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie.. dah lewat ni..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112494820327605217?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112494820327605217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112494820327605217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112494820327605217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112494820327605217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/hope.html' title=':: Hope ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112488114264032388</id><published>2005-08-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:59:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Lepas Geram ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/377442591.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengong giler aaa program nihhh...&lt;br /&gt;tongoi....&lt;br /&gt;hampehhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ader ke... bole ke... camtu ke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeee gerammmm.. cam nak wachaaaa je pc ni tauuu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112488114264032388?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112488114264032388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112488114264032388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112488114264032388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112488114264032388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/lepas-geram.html' title=':: Lepas Geram ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112476360830312407</id><published>2005-08-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:20:09.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: SaKiT KePaLa ::</title><content type='html'>Adehh.. headache la plak... lagi2 nk masuk akhir bln... such a long week to go thru... last week baru dpt tiket.. the same program i used to do... Nway dah pass kat client for their feedback.. so have to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I really want to go to Eleen's wedding.. i really do.. i never seen her for more than 10 years. but she's too far.. i dunno if i can make it on that day.. i wish i could give her a special present... She's my best fren when i was in primary school... How she looks like now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had a quick conversation with her in the phone.. Mostly talking about her, her love stories.. She ended up with a guy with 4 months relationship.. b4 that, she had a boyfren which they are getting engaged on march this year.. but jodoh dah takde... last2 kawin ngan org lain.. this ex-boyfren dia dah kenal for 4 years.. Tu la.. bercinta ngan org lain.. last2 kawin pun ngan org lain.. itu la ketentuan Allah...  But the interesting part was.. she really put a high expected on this new guy even though they are still new for each other.. Lg pun her mom dah uzur.. so wat pe nk pikir panjang kalo that guy pun dah ade finance yg stabil.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skang kat opis ni ade performance review dgn big boss... takut seyy.. sblom ni jumpe ngan counselor,  tp byk discussion jek.. Ari ni mmg kena komen abih aar.. huhuhu.. takuttt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112476360830312407?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112476360830312407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112476360830312407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112476360830312407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112476360830312407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/sakit-kepala.html' title=':: SaKiT KePaLa ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112416643586718786</id><published>2005-08-16T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:27:15.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Terrible Nite ::</title><content type='html'>Yesterday nite, i was alone at home watching news around 8.45 i guess.. At that time, my phone rang... it was him.. then we bergayut skejap... tgh2 bergayut tu...suddenly.. suddenly... huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard my room door (from upstair) opened slowly with a cracky sound.. itz true... i thot i closed the door properly... But then...ok i calm myself thinking that time mayb bcoz of angin kot.. sbb mayb nak ujan ke.. well... i don't want to think bad.. it will make my spirit faded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. after hang up the phone.. then, i continue watching tv.. A korean drama.... so layan la...&lt;br /&gt;Around 9.20... i felt my skin like electrostatic... bulu roma kat tengkuk meremang... siyes mmg terase 'benda' tu... huhuhu.. aku wat ileks lagi... n ntah camne... i heard a sound from atap zink kat upstairs... i dunno which room.. mayb dari bilik air kot.. Rase cam benda tu struggle something or fought something.. i really dunno how to explain the situation up there... but the sounds very loud.. bole jatuh la atap2 kat umah tu... huhuhu... sabo mas... dugaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu ntah camne.. ade semangat nak baca ayat kursi, 4 Qul n fatihah.. baca dgn loudly.. i'm not sure if my neighbour hear it or not... 5 minutes later, it back to normal.. no more sound.. fuhh legaa.... So i continue watched tv.... jantung berdebar2 gak... but kena control.. kuatkan semangat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i decided to change to channel 1.. which was Tilawah Al-Quran life on tv.. i put it to the almost max sound.. i want that 'thing' to hear it... Huh!.. a lil' bit of geram also.. Geram? yup! it annoying us.. our family.. our home.. i feel really strange....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i forgot something... it already happened b4...mase time senja in d same day... b4 'Azan' started... I was bz burn-up my CDs in my bro's room... and the corridor door was opened widely.. i was just next to that corridor door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm doing my CDs stuff, i heard someone knock the ceiling (3 times).. i looked out and trying to act as normal as i can... I dunno what inside me to throw out my voice.. giving a very soft sound... saying ' Assalamualaikum....' for twice... hahaha... then telan liur... huhuhu.. dah start gabra nih... Oh God.. help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... suddenly... suddenly....i heard 'Azan Maghrib' berkumandang jelas... (my house quite near dengan masjid).. Well.. feel a bit of comfortable inside me... Then slowly, i off the pc and get done everything in the room... So i closed the corridor's room and turn off the light... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably..this 'thing' trying to show something i guess based on the 2 situation in senja n nite....&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what actually they want from us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum always said.. don't be scared of 'them'... or else it keep haunting us again n again... just ignore 'them'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu.. what a teribble nite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112416643586718786?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112416643586718786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112416643586718786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112416643586718786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112416643586718786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/terrible-nite.html' title=':: Terrible Nite ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112375227045562756</id><published>2005-08-11T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:24:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Hazardous ::</title><content type='html'>Well... i have 20 minutes to write for today.. (20 mins to go back la....)&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. firstly... haze in my place so terrible.. i even can't breathe.. my eyes pun pedih.. duhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Even haze can go inside the building itself.. but luckily not inside d office..&lt;br /&gt;How i'm gonna get out from this office to go back home.. huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is when i breathe, i feel like i'm sucking the smoke inside to my lung.. Yeww.. hate it so much... feel like vomit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i bought a new charger for my handphone.. the old one i threw it in the bin..&lt;br /&gt;thank u for ur charge-service.. don't want u anymore..&lt;br /&gt;n Hopefully i'll get a new handphone by next year... Hee.. no need to buy a cheap-charger no more since my original charger was landed in the Tioman Island.. huhuhu... I lost it !!! pity me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i have a "red-light" signal today..&lt;br /&gt;n probably i have a swing mood.. unpredictable mood..a very annoyed mood..&lt;br /&gt;n whatever mood is to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thatz all for today... thank u for reading.. (if really someone reading la, then else.. ME laa...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112375227045562756?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112375227045562756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112375227045562756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112375227045562756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112375227045562756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/hazardous.html' title=':: Hazardous ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112357772236363321</id><published>2005-08-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:55:22.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: 'Me n My Fiance' DaY ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/114107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.. 7th Ogos 2005, the engagement went well.. i was so happy that time.. plus nervous !! got butterfly in my stomach.. But then, i got managed to control it.. i guess so.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u my fren... u cheered me up that day.... glad to see u came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... just now while i was surfing on friendster.. i found my old frens since i was in primary school.. What i amazed was... not only i found them with their beloved hubby.. but with a two kids along... wow... such a shock news to me... But thatz true.. i'm moving to the age of women.... n they are deserve to live in happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? me with my life of coz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i am 24 now.. moving towards 25... huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. whatever it is.. i'm so happy with my fiance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112357772236363321?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112357772236363321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112357772236363321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112357772236363321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112357772236363321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-n-my-fiance-day.html' title=':: &apos;Me n My Fiance&apos; DaY ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112320813800056629</id><published>2005-08-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T19:15:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: I'm grateful today (,") ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/hugsntugswall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CareBear.. my favourite cartoon when i was a childhood... I remember how sweet + cheerful + colourful the cartoon was...and those power they combine together to form a rainbow... a shiny rainbow... sweetnyaaa la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found back my sim card... Thanks to that helpful person.. &lt;br /&gt;Now the problem solved... No need to buy another simcard or retrieve back my no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday... &lt;(=^_^=)&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112320813800056629?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112320813800056629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112320813800056629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112320813800056629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112320813800056629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-grateful-today.html' title=':: I&apos;m grateful today (,&quot;) ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112314057933067412</id><published>2005-08-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:29:39.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Malang ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/3dxo.jpg" /&gt; HUwaaaaa..... rase cam nak nangis jek... Minggu ni terasa malang sgt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kete baru kena accident semlm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Simcard fon ilang ari ni..  abihh aa no yg ade dlm tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dugaan... Cobaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. tabahla hati hamba mu ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway.. sedey sangat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tade mood nak prepare utk Ahad ni....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112314057933067412?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112314057933067412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112314057933067412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112314057933067412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112314057933067412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/malang.html' title=':: Malang ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112305606211891356</id><published>2005-08-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T02:24:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Wednesday?? ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/av-24878.gif" /&gt; Yehaaa... let's dance with me.. follow my beat k... hahahaha.. Sonok je tengok this hyppo dance...&lt;br /&gt;Rasa kurang gugup sket.. but then takkan ilang gugup ni until this Sunday pass by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naper ek berperasaan camni? Rase cam tak cukup syarat je lagi.. tapi tup tup dah ada commitment tie up within us... a serious commitment that will hope will last forever... Eventually.. the time will wait for us to create a new beginning life.. Hopefully, it will end as a happy ending story.. like a.. err... fairytale written in a book/movie.. cehh perasan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. yesterday, A very heavy hazards was happened here caused by Sumetera jungle. A damaged jungle which due from fire burned... I wonder, how the incident happened there... Was it from human fault or the nature of the jungle/weather.. I pray a heavy rain will help to sweep away the hazards.. It was really bad weather. Some more, it really make my nose sick... I keep sneezing quite often... Oh i don't feel well rite now... huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huarrghhh... sleepy lor.... feel like landing my head on the desk with a comfortable cusion under my head... Perhh... terus mimpi jela.. Nak wat coffee ke tanak eh? Nak minum coffee tapi pemalas nak wat.. tak minum kang, asyik ingat tido jek... Hee.. gi buat aaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokie dokie.. stop here.. Daa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112305606211891356?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112305606211891356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112305606211891356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112305606211891356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112305606211891356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesday.html' title=':: Wednesday?? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112297342218304861</id><published>2005-08-02T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T02:03:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Letih ::</title><content type='html'>Adehh... letih sangat ari ni, takde tenaga... lesu.... disebabkan pose ganti...&lt;br /&gt;Last week pose ok jek! tak cam ari ni, tak bermaya betul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pose ni mengidam banyak menda lak.. lagi nak dekat "Red-Light".. bertambah-tambah selera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/strong&gt;.. (apesal ntah menda ni yg mengidam, sebab tgh selera kot.. hee)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Sundae Choc McD&lt;/strong&gt; ( Sbb tgk budak2 opis ni mkn.. slalu tgk dorang mkn eskrem biase jek, tp ari ni btul2 menguji kesabaran..)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Mix-Fruit Cake &lt;/strong&gt;(yummy.. yg ade buah2 - peach, mango, strawberry tersusun kat atas kek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. blik nanti nak target beli Sundae McD kat PKNS, sebab nak amik baju yg dah tempah kat situ..  Hee.. Sok pagi mkn breakfast Nasi Lemak ready-made bungkus kat kedai mamak bawah opis.. Hee.. Fruit Cake? mmm.. nak makan lepas majlis nanti aa....  Tak pun alternatif cake.. is cake eskrem.. payah sangat nak jumpe spesis cake camni..  last skali mkn bulan 12 tahun lepas.. itupun ade org belikan, besday cake la katakan... sonok sangat.. Tapi nak beli cake tu kat Shah Alam, kat area company lama... so.. akan di usahakan jugak nak membelinya... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade setengah jam lagi nak balik... tak sabarnya nak berbuka pose.. Eh kena kuatkan iman.. Hee.. Ade 6 ari lagi nak accomplidh mission... pose seminggu sekali sampaila bulan Ramadhan tiba..  Dengar citer pose dalam bulan 10 camtu.. ade x sampai 2 bln lagi kot.. Ishh.. sempat ke ni ek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng.. jeng.. tinggal 4 ari lagi ni.. huhuhu.. takutnyaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah cukup ke preparation nih??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112297342218304861?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112297342218304861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112297342218304861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112297342218304861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112297342218304861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/08/letih.html' title=':: Letih ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112227742923307584</id><published>2005-07-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:16:29.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Counting Days ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;3.45pm - Monday, 25th July 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari ni ari Isnin.. pagi tadi rase malas sgt nk bangun gi keje.. nak sambung mimpi lagi... tapi sebab dah kul 7 pagi, nak tanak kena bangun jugak.. sblom tu sempat lagi termenung atas katil.. menung kosong.. hahaha.. tringat mimpi aper yg muncul tadi.. Mmm.. sejak akhir2 ini, mimpi kisah lame2 dulu.. time skolah2.. ntah pesal la.. mayb ade kaitan terserempak ngan member skolah2 dulu kot! ok bile dah abis termenung atas katil.. so bermula la rutin harian gi keje.. Alamak access card takde lak.. so kena la wat muka bodoh picit door-bell.. cam tetamu lak.. Tu la.. camne la bole tercicir access card.. seb baik ade orang jumpe.. kalo tak.. satu keje lagi nak gi wat yg baru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; mase tulis kat atas ni,dah abis keje pun.. hee... baru abis training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.45pm - Tuesday, 26th July 2005&lt;br /&gt;Ok today ari Selasa, takde feel utk keje pun.. ape nak wat nihh?? seb baik 'tiket' sudah selamat dilaksanakan, tunggu client feedback je now.. But then i still stuck with my EDI &amp; IDOC.. menatang ni la yang wat aku pening.. lagi2 server plak bengong.. tak leh masuk, dah tu camne nak wat tutorial.. yg paling utama skang, camne nak jadi cikgu camni, cikgu sendiri pun tak reti wat... huhuhu.. somebody help me... i'm clueless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dek kerana fikiran dah buntu, so dengan selambanya gi la surfing, baca blog orang.. plak tu ari ni terjumpe satu website --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myblogcafe.com"&gt;myblogcafe&lt;/a&gt;... Aper lagi layan la.. thehehe... sudahnya, satu ari mengadap blog orang jek, keje tak siap... ape nak jadi ni mas... Taperla utk timba ilmu kan.. hahaha.. ilmu dlm menyebuk hal2 org...  Tapi cam sonok je baca citer orang n isi hati org..padahal i know my isi ati akan ade org baca jugak... Neway, I don't expect people to know what i feel, tapi just nak ade tempat utk lontarkan everything n anything that i wish i could throw out from my heart..(not all k.. yg lain2 tu privacy sket aar.. mane leh bgtau sume.. hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n lagi satu, purpose nak wat blog ni, konon2 nak improve 2nd language la.. hahaha.. tapi berterabur gak. Last2, sukati sendiri je tulis... malas nak wat keje translate-mentranslate.. Aaa.. tengok !! ayat pun dah jadi bahse pasar.. hee.. taper, takde orang nak saman.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. tadi ade org call,  hee... cam brite baik gak la... pasal ape? hee.. rahsia maa....&lt;br /&gt;Eh tadi nak tulis aper tadi ek? Aaa.. skang tengah mengira hari2 yg menjelang.. cewah.... Ade 1,2, 3.. aaa.. 11 ari lagi... berdebarnyaaa...  rase2 cam ade 70% siap la.. tinggal nak kemas umah, pastu cari barang2, amik baju, cari tudung n lain2 lagi yg blom dipikirkan.. so far, okla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camne pun.. debaran tetap dirasai.. (ceh, cam kenal jek ayat tu..) bukan debaran ni jek, debaran lain pun ade.. tapi tanak cite kat sini dulu.. hee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i stop here now,  better to start up with something that give benefit to me....&lt;br /&gt;wokie dokie..&lt;br /&gt;Daa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112227742923307584?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112227742923307584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112227742923307584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112227742923307584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112227742923307584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/counting-days.html' title=':: Counting Days ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112133312544100040</id><published>2005-07-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T02:25:25.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Balik time ::</title><content type='html'>Setengah jam lg nk blik... hee... jenguk blog jap..  baru td abih buat correction untuk outsource testing for my part only... Yey!! at last ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahat!!! just now ade org curik my 'Cat'.. baru je rasmi kat red-board meja... Shannon jahat !!! huhuhu... I want my 'cat' back...  huhuhu... Takpela... sok amik blik.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. baru 7 minit mase berjln ke? ingatkan abih ayat ni.. dah 5 setengah.. Lerr... lambatnya mase..  Balik ni nak buat pe ek? Aaa... lupa lak.. nak sambung keje kraftangan sket2... hee...  tak abih buat ari tu.. Al-maklumla tgh blaja2 buat menda alah ni... Hahaha.. sonok gak bile dah tau buat.. Tp kena rajin + sabar + tekun dan sewaktunya... Pulak tu, kalo silap sket jek, dah kena buat semula... Tapi kerna nekad punye pasal.. nak siapkan jugak.. chaiyo2.. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla chek jam lagi... Haiyooo.... baru 5.15, mati aper jam nihhh??  Dah mati kutu melanguk depan pc nih... sambil tu mata pandang2 kiri kanan.. kot2 bos lalu tapi tak lalu2 pun... fuhh selamat... Eh bunyi aper tuh?? laa... gelak2 dlm bilik meeting... aperla yg klakar sangat tuh..  Mmm peduli lahh.. Baik pek brg skang... get ready to go back... to my lovely home... i miss my home today... heee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112133312544100040?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112133312544100040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112133312544100040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112133312544100040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112133312544100040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/balik-time.html' title=':: Balik time ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112130562767956612</id><published>2005-07-14T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:47:07.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Thursday d Opis ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/brush_teeth.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippie.... Ari ni Kamis.. sok Jumaat.. Lusa Sabtu !!&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. mood dah up sket.. Tu pun sbb dia pujuk...  hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamba je tulih blog padahal tgh ade keje ni.. dateline dah dekat..&lt;br /&gt;iDOC masih sangkut.. huhuhu.. tulunnn !!! camne nk jd cikgu nihh..&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... hee... i'm waiting for a good news to arrive.. But i don't want to put some hope on it.. just looking forward only maa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. berblik pada keje kat sini..&lt;br /&gt;Al-kisahnya..presentation ari tu dah ade feedback.. still need to have some improvement on the report and the way of gaining audience attention.. So report yg baru ni akan jadi version 1.0.. Tapi skang takde mood nak goreng ayat report.. Mmm.. kalo bole nak rebus je (bubuh air je - copy n paste/sempoi je) sebab kalo goreng kena ade byk perencah.. kan? kan? eh paham ke ni? Hahaha...lantakla.. janji siap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokie dokie... time to continue study.. Hee... konon2 je nih.. tp tak pham gak... Cuba jela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitt... cuba tgk gambar kat atas tu.. Comeyy  kan Stuart tu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112130562767956612?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112130562767956612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112130562767956612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112130562767956612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112130562767956612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/thursday-d-opis.html' title=':: Thursday d Opis ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112106217806620872</id><published>2005-07-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:10:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Guilty ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="224" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/98125.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty.. guilty.. guilty..&lt;br /&gt;Guilty to let them manage my things..&lt;br /&gt;it so unfair for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do on my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be like that.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112106217806620872?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112106217806620872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112106217806620872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112106217806620872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112106217806620872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/guilty.html' title=':: Guilty ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112078957106170920</id><published>2005-07-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:26:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Friday.. Here i go !! ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/whitedandelion/9900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.. syoknyaa.. ari ni dah ari jumaat!! Sok bole tido lame2.. hahaha.. Tido jek !! Ntah nape suka sangat tido..  Byk lagi keje berpekdah leh wat..  Taperla.. yg penting aman n bahagia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm sebut pasal aman... Sian dgn org yg mangsa bom d london.. dorang tade salah.. yg salah tu Ketua Negara dia.. Bole plak si Ketua Negara kata perbuatan ni cam tade berperikemanusian.. Huh! Takkan dia takleh sedar yg dia dah terkena dgn batang idung sendiri... Camne lak ceritanya yg berlaku kat Iraq yg tak sudah2? Takkah mereka sedar situasinya hampir same jek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terorrist ni pun satu.. kalo nk bom pun.. bom la kat  org yg bersalah.. janganla membabitkan org yg tak berdosa.. So far,  tade org Malaysia yg berkorban..  Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;....Mesti my mokcek tgh risau dgn anak dia kat sane.. Bulan 7 ni dah nak konvo.. harap2 dapatla dia berkonvo dgn selamat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... senyap je opis ni... Nak dengar mp3, tak abih2 lagu yg same.. busann... busann... huhuhu.. Jap lagi ade meeting.. Meeting pasal ABAP training..&lt;br /&gt;Pelik!&lt;br /&gt;Sape yg kena training? tapi yg pasti.. kami2 ni akan mengajar org.. erk? Jadi cikgu eh? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Abih aaa...  ajaran sesat la jadiknyaa... hahahaha....  Dah le tak reti pasal yg kena ajar tu..  Terkontang-kanting (betul ke words ni?) nak carik dlm internet... iDOC? IDE? Sapscript? Ohhhh tidakk..... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. cuti tetap cuti.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;Yey Yey esok sabtu....&lt;br /&gt;pastu ahad.. cuti lagik !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu senin daa.... Alahaiii....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112078957106170920?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112078957106170920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112078957106170920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112078957106170920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112078957106170920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday-here-i-go.html' title=':: Friday.. Here i go !! ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112070463724597890</id><published>2005-07-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:50:37.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Science Vs. Religion ::</title><content type='html'>An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new Muslim students to stand and..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: You are a Muslim, aren't you, son? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...God... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: ; No, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir. &lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. &lt;br /&gt;Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a &lt;br /&gt;substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it sir.. The link between man &amp; God is FAITH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all that keeps things moving &amp; alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112070463724597890?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112070463724597890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112070463724597890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112070463724597890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112070463724597890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/science-vs-religion.html' title=':: Science Vs. Religion ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112070435919648297</id><published>2005-07-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T19:45:59.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Finally... Huh! ::</title><content type='html'>The presentation went well yesterday almost 2 hours ,i guess... &lt;br /&gt;My group had done all their best to answer the audience's questions..&lt;br /&gt;Me? haha.. i just know how to present my part.. i'm not a spontaneous person for QnA session..&lt;br /&gt;Fuuhh.. whatever the matter it was, we had finish our TESTING METHODOLOGY presentation... what a delightful day to relax from burden things... &lt;br /&gt;At last i can enjoy myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But my stomach don't feel like that.. huh! Gastric is another problem... aduuuiiiii!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112070435919648297?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112070435919648297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112070435919648297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112070435919648297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112070435919648297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-huh.html' title=':: Finally... Huh! ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112053236086235292</id><published>2005-07-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:59:20.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Funeral Day ::</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went to Seremban.. menjenguk org meninggal, which is my cousin's hubby, sedey sangat.. arwah tu baru berumur 46 tahun.. meninggal sebab sakit jantung (tanpa tahu ade penyakit tu...) n yg paling kesiannya.. anak yg paling kecik baru berumo 3 tahun n masih tatau lagi pasal abah dia...tersentuh hati bile anak kecik tu tanye kat mama dia.. abah gi mane? Mama dia pun tatau nak explain camne...Yg sulong pun baru form 2, tgh blaja kat asrama..Dah ditakdirkan abah dia 'pergi' dulu, kenala redha kan.. Semoga rohnya di rahmati Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatihah buat arwah Abg Wahid..&lt;br /&gt;n Semoga Kak Ila sekeluarga terus tabah dgn dugaanNya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112053236086235292?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112053236086235292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112053236086235292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112053236086235292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112053236086235292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/funeral-day.html' title=':: Funeral Day ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112044350877103987</id><published>2005-07-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:18:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: M.M.M or Cut-Back ::</title><content type='html'>Make-More-Money or Cut-Back.. ? I've got this phrase from 'Confessions of a Shopaholic' book (which i borrowed from zura.. thanks).. but i'm not yet finish reading the book, somehow it really make myself into real feeling of Becky.. She's having a debts from a multiple banks and really needs a solution to pay her credit cards.. and this is somehow where her father give an advice to M.M.M or Cut-Back her expends..hee i'm not going into story details but it is a good book to read and a brilliant comedy too.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i'm looking forward to manage my expenditure well... bcoz now, i'm feeling of having-not-enough-money.. huhuhu... (my mom don't let me to draw my saving money, how i'm gonna shopping?).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now what? M.M.M or Cut-Back? huhuhu.. i dunno laaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112044350877103987?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112044350877103987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112044350877103987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112044350877103987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112044350877103987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/mmm-or-cut-back.html' title=':: M.M.M or Cut-Back ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-112019260035008801</id><published>2005-07-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:36:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: New Looks ::</title><content type='html'>Hee.. i like this looks... cute sangat.. Tak kisahla org kata cam 'Old-baby' ke.. cam kanak2 ribena ke.. i luv it!! Pandai author ni buat... sukanyaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dia tak perasan ke...ishhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-112019260035008801?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/112019260035008801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=112019260035008801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112019260035008801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/112019260035008801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-looks.html' title=':: New Looks ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111992285444133038</id><published>2005-06-28T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:40:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Programmer-Consultant-Client ::</title><content type='html'>A programmer? What i'm thinking is a 'selebet' person working alone, facing the computer all the time and not a socialize person indeed.. nmmm.. This is what i imagined a long time ago. My brother's experience has also influence me where i heard my father's story about him telling about his work habits. Then, because of this, my father ask him to resign and what i heard, my brother tend to continued his study after that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I used to hate programming so much.. and among subjects i have learned, this is one of the killer subject that alomost make my head burst out.. i don't enjoy programming so much.. or maybe a sometimes when i had successfully make the programs worked.. Hahaha.. but weird..i am now a programmer.. but still in the learning process laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My formal communication more on consultant(same colleague) where he/she become my 'customer' and react as a middle person of client.. Thankful that i don't have to communicate with the client as they are very very 'cerewet'.. Whatever complaints raise, they have to go through the consultant first.. but after all, the cause can also effect me.. duh! Anyhow... When a programmer communicate with a client is like when a duck communicate with a chicken as the programmer is trying to understand the logic while the client is trying to visualize in a different view..huh! So this is when the consultant is needed rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111992285444133038?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111992285444133038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111992285444133038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111992285444133038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111992285444133038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/06/programmer-consultant-client.html' title=':: Programmer-Consultant-Client ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111940942843501637</id><published>2005-06-22T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:03:48.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Today's Sketch ::</title><content type='html'>Tuesday.. as i thought i would be Friday. Huh~ a long way to go until this end of month. I'm counting the days of my salary to be paid, so that i can spend more on shopping..shopping and shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, My big boss is already here after a couple weeks working in HQ, US office.. So I guess we as an 'abapers', should have show a good attitude because the only left here in the office are abapers and the consultants while HR staff is moving up to a new convenient office.. I heard, the new office is quite 'best'.. looks more nice inside the large wooden cubicle.. Whatever is, i'm doin' fine inside my cubicle facing my HP pc with a flat screen :) yeah i still can impress my place.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opss.. i merely forgot the father's day.. Hmm.. i'm not thinking about the present yet.. But i guess he's not really loves a present as he would say to me.. 'Nape membazir beli adiah ni, berjimatla sket'..Well, i love my father, that's why i gave him an appreciation of being a good father of mine.. It doesn't matter with the money i spend.. but as long as my father alive, i want to show how lucky i am to be her daughter.. Anyway, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY ayah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: hmm.. lupa lak nk citer pasal mother's day ari tu.. Anyhow, i'd already wish her a 'Happy Mother's Day'.. No present for her but instead, a cake and a special dedicated words inside a card..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111940942843501637?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111940942843501637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111940942843501637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111940942843501637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111940942843501637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/06/todays-sketch.html' title=':: Today&apos;s Sketch ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111934021257022227</id><published>2005-06-21T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T01:01:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Hargailah ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jika kamu memancing ikan....&lt;br /&gt;setelah ikan itu terlekat di mata kail, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hendaklah kamu mengambil terus ikan itu....&lt;br /&gt;janganlah sesekali kamu lepaskan ia semula ke dalam &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;air begitu sahaja.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kerana ia akan sakit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oleh kerana bisanya ketajaman mata kailmu dan mungkin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ia akan menderita selagi ia masih hidup. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah juga setelah kamu memberi banyak pengharapan&lt;br /&gt;kepada seseorang...&lt;br /&gt;setelah ia mula menyayangimu&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah kamu menjaga hatinya....&lt;br /&gt;janganlah sesekali kamu terus meninggalkannya begitu&lt;br /&gt;sahaja....&lt;br /&gt;kerana dia akan terluka oleh kenangan bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin tidak dapat melupakan segalanya selagi dia&lt;br /&gt;mengingatimu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu menadah air biarlah berpada,&lt;br /&gt;jangan terlalu mengharap pada takungannya&lt;br /&gt;dan janganlah menganggap ia begitu teguh....&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah sekadar keperluanmu....&lt;br /&gt;Apabila sekali ia retak....&lt;br /&gt;tentu sukar untuk kamu menampalnya semula....&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ia dibuang....&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan jika kamu cuba membaikinya&lt;br /&gt;mungkin ia masih boleh digunakan lagi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga jika kamu memiliki seseorang&lt;br /&gt;terima lah seadanya....&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kamu terlalu mengaguminya&lt;br /&gt;dan janganlah kamu menganggapnya begitu istimewa....&lt;br /&gt;anggaplah dia manusia biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Apabila sekali dia melakukan kesilapan&lt;br /&gt;bukan mudah bagi kamu untuk menerimanya....&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kamu kecewa meninggalkannya.&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan jika kamu memaafkannya boleh jadi hubungan&lt;br /&gt;kamu akan berterusan hingga ke akhirnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu telah memiliki sepinggan nasi...&lt;br /&gt;yang kamu pasti baik untuk dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;Mengenyangkan. Berkhasiat.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kamu berlengah cuba mencari&lt;br /&gt;makanan yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu ingin mengejar kelazatan.&lt;br /&gt;Kelak, nasi itu akan basi&lt;br /&gt;dan kamu tidak boleh memakannya.&lt;br /&gt;Kamu akan menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga jika kamu telah bertemu dengan seorang&lt;br /&gt;insan.....&lt;br /&gt;yang kamu pasti membawa kebaikan kepada dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;Menyayangimu. Mengasihimu.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kamu berlengah, cuba membandingkannya dengan&lt;br /&gt;yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu mengejar kesempurnaan.&lt;br /&gt;Kelak, kamu akan kehilangannya apabila dia menjadi&lt;br /&gt;milik orang lain&lt;br /&gt;Kamu juga yang akan menyesal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita kena menghargai apa yang kita dapat....&lt;br /&gt;jika x....pasti kita akan kerugian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;p/s: I took from someone's e-mail.. from him..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111934021257022227?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111934021257022227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111934021257022227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111934021257022227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111934021257022227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/06/hargailah.html' title=':: Hargailah ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111802699755427490</id><published>2005-06-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:13:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Lazy Monday ::</title><content type='html'>Eee.... Bosann.. Datang ari monday jer mesti blurrr!! Hmm... ghamai gak tak datang today.. Senyap jek opis.... Sume mesti tgh best cuti.. Huhuhu.. Nak cuti jugak~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semlm dah penat gi shopping.. tak penah spend sebyk tu duit... Well, shopping dgn mak, kak ina dgn ateh... Ateh gi main jauh-jauh.. tak abih2 cari brg golf jek!! Golf-addicted la katakan... seb baik Kak Ina ngan mak byk idea cari brg.. Me? byk mengangguk jek kalo tgk-tgk barang.. hee... Penatla gak jalan2... Shopping pun area Jln TAR jek... Finally kul 4 camtu, dah sampai umah.. Kalo ikutkan byk lagi brg nak cari.. tapi dah tak larat aa.. sampai tertido la gak.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedar2... dah ari Monday... huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10723;104/st/20050807/e/Family+Day+%21%21/dt/12/k/b062/event.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111802699755427490?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111802699755427490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111802699755427490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111802699755427490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111802699755427490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/06/lazy-monday.html' title=':: Lazy Monday ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111769770697686202</id><published>2005-06-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:35:06.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Eat ::</title><content type='html'>No idea to write... maybe a boring day for me in the office..  or maybe i am the boring person.. huhuhu... I put my status 'B.O.S.A.N' on my MSN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. yesterday i ate a lot.. until now i can feel the fullness of my stomach.. here the list of yesterday meals..&lt;br /&gt;Morning    - ate nasi lemak (hmm... sounds good)&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Kenny Rogers (walaaa.... the food was muahhhh.. lov it !!!)&lt;br /&gt;Night         - try new X-Meal from KFC (Yummy but it turns out to be disappointed... bcoz the   &lt;br /&gt;                     chicken was not crispy enough.. spoil my eating mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Eat..eat.. and .. eat.. Hmm...that's the wonderful give from God for let us to 'feel' the food.. err..i mean the Halal food only haa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111769770697686202?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111769770697686202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111769770697686202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111769770697686202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111769770697686202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/06/eat.html' title=':: Eat ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111709937026215397</id><published>2005-05-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:22:50.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Worst of Me ::</title><content type='html'>Aiyakk.. my presentation was bad.. very bad..  Remind me to the oldies day of Uni.. I used to get involved in presentation almost every week particurlarly in the final year... But that was a long ago where i was presenting infront of the same people at most of the time... But when i step in the working world, i'm actually facing the outsider.. This has make me more worry.. I ain't student no more... The situation is different... Presenting infront of bosses is not same with presenting infront of lecturer... huhuhu.. life must go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111709937026215397?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111709937026215397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111709937026215397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111709937026215397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111709937026215397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/05/worst-of-me.html' title=':: Worst of Me ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111668431046146025</id><published>2005-05-21T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T07:05:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Work is a Game::</title><content type='html'>I found this quote touchable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My work is a game, a very serious game.." - M.C Escher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....haha.. that is what i'm doing now.. struggle for the event on this Wednesday.. In the meantime, waiting for a new task.. a ticket of coz.. huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111668431046146025?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111668431046146025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111668431046146025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111668431046146025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111668431046146025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/05/work-is-game.html' title=':: Work is a Game::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111668223168772186</id><published>2005-05-21T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T06:38:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Sat Afternoon Meeting ::</title><content type='html'>I realize myself that my heart beating very fast... I feel uncomfortable in wearing red kebaya nyonya (itz not my idea to dress up occasionally ok).. i don't feel pretty but awkward, bcoz i'm dressing in my own house instead of attend the wedding function !! But somehow.. it goes well between 2 families with a good approaches use and well-planned organized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the answer from my side is YES..&lt;br /&gt;Opsss... the step of my life has move.. i hav to be prepared from now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111668223168772186?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111668223168772186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111668223168772186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111668223168772186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111668223168772186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/05/sat-afternoon-meeting.html' title=':: Sat Afternoon Meeting ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111656232814136847</id><published>2005-05-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:12:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Is the time has come ? ::</title><content type='html'>Tik Tok.. the clock is ticking.. Well tommorow is the day for me to get into a new real world of myself.. Meeting someone new to the early step of creating a new family..But it's just an agreement within two different family... just a confirmation of my side.. hahaha.. i guess now, not everybody know what is actually happen to me.. Yeah!! somewhat.. they'll know later.. soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111656232814136847?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111656232814136847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111656232814136847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111656232814136847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111656232814136847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-time-has-come.html' title=':: Is the time has come ? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111528525607995435</id><published>2005-05-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:18:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Seeking The Perfection &amp; Dreams::</title><content type='html'>The imaginations are nevertheless be the same things. The older i am, the more adventurous dream i want to chase.. more hopes to achieve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how far the dreams and imagination can go beyond?&lt;br /&gt;How perfectionist i want to be?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...beyond everything.. i decide what i want to...itz my dream!!&lt;br /&gt;...how perfect the person is, he/she will never be a perfect as GOD.. So be like a HUMAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Well.. thatz the only answers that came up into my mind.. hee&lt;br /&gt;...Anyway, i'm still searching for the good explanation for that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111528525607995435?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111528525607995435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111528525607995435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111528525607995435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111528525607995435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/05/seeking-perfection-dreams.html' title=':: Seeking The Perfection &amp; Dreams::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111465684734726785</id><published>2005-04-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:54:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Horror Nightmares ::</title><content type='html'>That nite, mase tu hujan lebat sgt.. ngan kilatnya la... Yg tinggal kat umah tu cuma mak aku n aku.. ayah aku gi ceramah agama kat masjid.. ayah aku aderla gak ajak mak aku gi ceramah.. tp mase tu mak aku tak gi..sakit kaki katanya.. takdela aku rase seram sowang2... Leh kurang dlm kul 10 mlm camtu.. ujan pun dah berenti.. mlm tu jd sunyi je... ayah aku pun blom balik lagi.. Mase aku tgh syok2 baca suratkabo dgn mak aku tgh duduk menyandar kat kerusi ngan mata terlelap.. Ntah camne aku rase cam terdengar bunyi org ketuk pintu...tuk tuk tuk... tiga kali bunyi.. slow je ketuk.. aku toleh la pintu tu.. Eh ayah aku dah balik ek? tp nape tak dengar bunyi kete ayah aku? Aku biarkan jap dulu.. Kalo ayah aku ketuk pintu lagi.. Aku bukak la pintu tu.. Tapi pastu, tak dengar pun bunyi org ketuk pintu tu.. aku pun buat dek jela.. Mayb umah sebelah kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Next Nite..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 12 in the midnite.. i slept.. Ntah camne aku pun mimpi laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. mase tu i was hugging someone whom i noticed was a guy... really handsome n sweet guy...and i dunno why i felt flattered by his passion.. hehe... But then..ntah camne that guy suddenly hugged me very hard that i can't barely breath.. i was shocked. Nape laki ni tiba2 jadi ganaz peluk aku.. Tadi sweet jek! haa.. jgn pikir kotor tau! Bile aku tgk muka this guy, his face was totally changed from a handsome guy became horror face with his red eyes looking at me... Pelukan dia makin harder.. and aku dapat rasekan tangan 'dia' btul2 mencengkam blakang aku... Aku pun struggling very hard to free myself from him.. Ntah brape kali aku baca ayat kursi.. And sedar2 aku pun terbangun dari tidur.. dengan jantung berdegup2.. Pastu aku terdengar anjing menyalak kat luar.. fuuh... aku pun pandangla sekeliling bilik aku.. terasa seram la plak.. tp kerana ngantuk aku lagi strong dari seram.. aku pun sambungla tido..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Nightmare... Alamak datang lagi!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was really funny dream... sekor kucing antar emel kat aku.. hehe.. klakar la pulak..Dlm emel tu kate dia terkurung dlm satu umah tu..Umah tu berkunci.. Kucing tu mintak aku selamatkan dia.. Aku pun panggil la geng2 aku.. Geng2 sume jenis bukan manusia plak tu.. cam ala2 Pokemon tu.. hehe.. Camana la aku bole terkenan ngan Pokemon? Agaknya, ni la padahnya main cyber pet.. hahaha.. Ok sambung citer.. Dlm mimpi tu.. nampak cam Barney World je.. everything colourful... Ini nak pegi selamatkan kucing ni, bersemangat ke main.. Okla..Hari esoknya.. Aku pun dpt emel lg dari kucing tu.. Tajuk emel tu 'Bye'.. bye? nak ucap tq kat aku ke? Aku pun click la link tu.. Pastu aku nampak ade satu gambar a boy tgh baring di hospital, Sebelah kanan gambar tu was a girl tgh pandang dia.. nampak cam sedey jek! Pastu aku tgk la balik boy yg tgh baring tu.. Aku nak camkan saper dia tu.. Tapi aku tgk dia cam dah mati.. erkk!! aku tgk balik a girl yg sedey tu.. Tapi bukan a girl anymore.. Tapi seseorang yg duduk dilitupi kain putih.. And lepas tu aku cam dah sesak nafas apabila ade satu tgn (mcm pakai glove putih) cuba nak menekup muka aku.. Aduhai... Kena lagi!!! Aku pun struggling la utk kali kedua.. Lepas aku abis je baca ayat kursi.. Aku pun terjaga dari tidur.. Ni tak leh jadi ni.. Aku pun beralih tempat tidur.. nak tau kat ne?? sebelah mak aku.. uhuhu.. Mak tgh tido kat bawah..sebelah katil aku je.. hehe.. tak malu!! dah besar pun tido ngan mak... Tapi aku tgh darurat ni.. Aku pun sambungla tido kat sebelah mak... dengan mulut terkumat - kamit baca ayat kursi...Mase tu kul 4.15 pagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmare Lagi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!! Makkk tolongggggg.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng Jeng... Tiba2 aku berada dlm satu rumah yg amat tak familiar... Rase cam Kondo dengan decoration yg cantik.. Serase aku plak.. dindingnya warna merah hati.. hehe.. ingat lagi tu!!! Agaknya sebab si fiza citer sket2 pasal home decor, aku jd terkenan umah lawa lak!! Pastu ader satu sudut umah tu.. Org tgh makan2.. Aderla dlm 6 org.. Aku tak kenal langsung saper mereka ni.. Yg aku tau, aku ngantuk, aku nak tido.. Aku pun tido la kat karpet.. sian aku.. tade katil kot! Ntah camne.. aku terdengar bunyi org ketuk pintu nak masuk.. Aku pun cari la port lain nak tido... Yg heran aku tu.. aku bole pilih tido bawah satu kabinet yg tade pintu... pelik!! Ok then aderla sorang tu tolong bukakkan pintu tu.. Pastu suasana jadi senyap jek..aku masih layan tido aku yg indah..and tiba2.. aku terasa diri ku masuk dlm satu guni.. tgn tu perlahan2 je masukkan aku bermula dari kepala.. bile dah sampai ke dada, aku cuba menarik diri ku dari dimasuki guni... Yang bestnye... bole plak dengar suara 'dia' menyanyi2 lagu melayu(suara lelaki).. slow n menyeramkan jugak la...Lagu cam ala2 citer korea yg penah aku tgk tu.. citer 'Wishing Stairs'.. Sedar2 aku rase cam dah ke scene lain bile aku bertembung ngan 'benda' tu....Pastu aku dah tak ingat ape blaku.. Yg aku tau.. aku terasa kena himpit ngan benda tu... tak leh gerak badan ngan mulut..Aku cuma bole baca ayat kursi dlm hati aku... Yg herannya aku bukan baca ayat kursi.. aku baca al-fatihah... Bile aku baca &lt;em&gt;Malikiyau middin.. &lt;/em&gt;aku tiba2 bole bersuara n terjaga dari tidur... Mak aku jadi terbangun sebab dengar suara aku.. hehe.. ingat aku mengigau ke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun citer la kat mak aper yg berlaku sepanjang mlm... uhuhu... dah la ngantuk.. kena kaco ngan 'benda' tu plak.. Pastu mak aku teringat something yg dia penah dengar bunyi ketuk pintu kat depan umah sblum tu.. Eh? aku pun dengar!!! Alamak.. memang 'benda' tu nak lawat aku balik kot..  Mak aku ckp dia memang dengar org ketuk pintu 3 kali.. pastu dia pandang aku tgh baca suratkabo.. tader reaction ke budak ni? Agaknya dia tak dengar tu.. Then mak aku ignore jela pasal tu... Baru ari ni aku sedar pasal ketuk pintu tu.. Bile ingat balik mase aku dok kat tepi pintu tu.. meremang bulu roma aku... uhuhuhu... 'Nape ko kaco aku hah?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111465684734726785?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111465684734726785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111465684734726785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111465684734726785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111465684734726785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/horror-nightmares.html' title=':: Horror Nightmares ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111442146439423456</id><published>2005-04-26T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:58:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: The Journey ::</title><content type='html'>This is the situation in the train - on the way to office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up in the LRT train with crowded people..&lt;br /&gt;with the purfumes arousing me..&lt;br /&gt;Watching people either sitting or standing,&lt;br /&gt;Some holding a book in hand, concetrating reading..&lt;br /&gt;The faces looks fresh.. with the make up still..&lt;br /&gt;Dressing looks neat.. matching the personal as working person....&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks stranger for each other.. even though there are certain day, the faces are same..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. they prefer to be like 'Mind-ur-own-business' thinking..&lt;br /&gt;just looking around.. looking their surrounding..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be dropped off...&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, no other sound except the train machine roaring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... the journey has not ended yet..Wait until i go back from the office...&lt;br /&gt;The environment is almost the same..&lt;br /&gt;crowded people but not too pack.. still hav a space to breath.&lt;br /&gt;But the breath is not too nice to smell... the smell from original deodarant made by varieties of human.. yucks...&lt;br /&gt;it goes strongly through my nose....gosh.. feel dizzy..&lt;br /&gt;Feel impatient to reach home..&lt;br /&gt;As the door train opens.. i step out to continue my journey to bus station..&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to fetch me.. to bring me home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the journey continues for the next day..  next day... next day...&lt;br /&gt;In 5 times a week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111442146439423456?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111442146439423456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111442146439423456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111442146439423456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111442146439423456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/journey.html' title=':: The Journey ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111375213421254595</id><published>2005-04-20T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:39:07.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: BeiNg UnCoNsCioUs ::</title><content type='html'>I hav no idea about myself now.. kind of weird when i dunno myself and where i'm heading to.. clueless....? blur...? dull...? unwell...? unmotivated..? lose some of brain cell ?(especially logic side..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... a new boss is coming to the town... hahaha.. Well no more uncle Mel in the list.. he's leaving, probably to other company which offer him a much higher salary, I guess itz a normal reason people go out and in here bcoz of money... money and money.. But what if there any leaving reason that staff here would not know especially newbie like me.. Everytime people move out from this company..it keep questioning me 'why are they leaving.?'  'Are the salary not quite high for them?' or mayb a question like 'Are the job give them a depression thought..? ' or some sort that give them a bad impression on this company..  So far, my works doesn't give me a bad headache.. Perhaps in the low level of tension..Maybe someday i hav to face the big depression job, i guess..huh! Who knows when the people will experiences the high pressure in their job life.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as usual, i spent some of my time toward games.. Hee.. i know, itz kind of against the company policy but..i really need a break! i want to... i have to... hehe.. Am i look like a desperate to having a break from work while others could spend time on surfing without job assignment...? yeahh... i am.. Anyhow, my friend (in the middle of game with her neighbour) got caught by the boss.. guess who?? a new boss.. hehe..Never realized that new boss already show some of his 'strict character' to us... Well he's still a new for us.. Not my intention to talk about bad things behind my boss.. I think for now he's doin fine with his job.. Hopefully la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today task... jeng jeng.. is reading other blogs.. play games? haha..not advisable k... maybe i'll stick to concetrate on people scretch on their blog and do some ABAP stuff.. wokey.. itz 10.30am.. time to start my day.. chalo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111375213421254595?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111375213421254595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111375213421254595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111375213421254595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111375213421254595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/being-unconscious.html' title=':: BeiNg UnCoNsCioUs ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111327202037856959</id><published>2005-04-12T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:06:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Conventional wisdom for programmers ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Law of Debugging:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't what you don't know that hurts you. It's what you do know that just ain't so. In other words, when you're sure of everything but your program still doesn't work, one of the things you're sure of is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Law of Debugging:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing can only show the presence of bugs. It says nothing about their absence.&lt;br /&gt;Debug the code - not the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Rule of Program Development:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A program that does only 80% of the job but works is better than one that does 100% but doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Rule of Program Development:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 80% of a program takes 80% of development time. The last 20% of development takes the other 80% of time. The sooner you start to code, the longer the program will take to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of Least Astonishment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious interpretation should be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KISS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it simple, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crayons are more useful than keyboards for understanding pointers - draw pictures before you code.&lt;br /&gt;First make it work. Then you can worry about making it fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooks' Law:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding manpower to a late software project only makes it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of Conservation of Program Size:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make your code shorter, make your comments longer.&lt;br /&gt;The user is part of every system. When the user fails, the system has failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Programmer Humour:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a programmer drowned in the sea. Many Marines where at that time on the beach, but the programmer was shouting "F1 F1" and nobody understood it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: today my heart feeling unwell... i dunno how to illustrate the feeling.... Uhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....anyhow... enjoy the info pasted from internet.. Itz about programmer stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111327202037856959?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111327202037856959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111327202037856959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111327202037856959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111327202037856959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/conventional-wisdom-for-programmers.html' title=':: Conventional wisdom for programmers ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111200164639507786</id><published>2005-04-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:42:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: SleePy MoNdaY ::</title><content type='html'>Today is another boring day ... and sleepy day for me... but relaxing from work.. hahaha... Life is beautiful only when i'm in no task to do.. but once i got d job given.... i'm dead.. hehehe... abis laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i hav a very tired weekend with full of agenda attended.. Let start with Saturday.. Sat Morning, i woke up late and as usual, help my mother by did a simple chores.. Later in d afternoon, i went to my auntie's house.. Having a kenduri syukur there.. When the night reached , we attended the engagament ceremony at my cousin fiancee.. We went by almost 16 cars to the house.. and itz only takes 10 -15 minutes to arrive..(kind of a grand style to bring 15x4 people along...feel like attending a wedding ceremony but itz not) Not mentioned with the ceremony decoration.. the food..the fiancee...Yeah a gal wore a very pretty dress, suits with her figure and looks...no wonder my cousin wants her so badly... Hopefully my cousin could watch her appearance that nite but itz possible.. By that time, he was in UK.. for study purpose..Anyway the food was tremendous.. i ate kind of a lot... hee. We reached home almost 1am... Huaarghhh... feel tired..Not bcoz of the ceremony.. but the jam.. i hate it!! Stuck at Bandar Kinrara almost half an hour.. what on earth was happening there.. huh! then, when we passed over the road to IOI Mall.. the highway was smooth.. Then i saw some police just ended their Road Block operation.. haiyoo... thatz why we reached home very late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.. another agenda was waiting for me... my friend is getting married on that day.. But Akad Nikah ceremony was held yesterday (possible for me to attend while i was in Bangi ) The house not very far from my house.. but still.. the sun was so hot.. i can't barely walk with my Baju Kebaya and high heel shoes... So my father's fren fetch me... When we reached there, everyone was already served the food.. Then.. we headed to the bride bedroom.. to meet her.. but unfortunately her sister insist us to not get into that room while she was preparing her costume.. Hmm.. we ate our lunch first.. The time was arrived when the bridegroom was in the ceremony area and i looked my fren was very nervous to met him..Hmm without further story, eventually, they are officially called husband n wife...They look matching for each other.. Very lovely couple.. Hee.. i wish i could be in her place.... haha.. just my imaginary.. My story isn't finish k.. After that, my fren (who&lt;br /&gt;went along to my wedding ceremony) and i went to KL... just lepak around.. hehe... do watever can do as long as title 'single' is stick to me... but 'commitment' can't be resist ok? Huha here...huha there.. Finally... i reached home almost 9.00 pm... such a tired weekend i had.. but itz worth!! Ya lor... watched my relative and fren is having good time in their future life... their happiness are also my happiness.. am i rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i picked some interesting stuff from internet... the words looks meaningful.. itz from Mother Teresa sentences..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are successful you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;--Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm so so damn sleepy.... i even can't understand wat i wrote.. hehe....the words are jumbling everywhere... plez ignore if u don't understand k..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111200164639507786?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111200164639507786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111200164639507786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111200164639507786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111200164639507786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/sleepy-monday.html' title=':: SleePy MoNdaY ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111289402427028481</id><published>2005-04-08T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:13:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Emotionally curbed ::</title><content type='html'>I thought when i stepped into the house that nite.. as usual my mum wouldn’t say anything.. but then.... oppss.. a special lecture just for me.. and my mouth couldn’t opposed to every single words she said.. yeah.. itz my fault.. just admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. living with family is not easy as staying outside..Means far from parents attention... but that doesn’t mean i don’t like to stay with them.. i luv them so much.. they are very supportive and truly care about me..Itz not their fault of not letting me to go back late.. Itz bcoz of my young blood who always wanted a freedom world... Compare to other frens, i feel very lucky bcoz i hav opportunity to see my parents everyday and i have their help to cook for me..hee.. and some other things that i couldn’t do by myself.. hehe.. how lucky i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. yeah.. but my heart can’t escape to do some mischievous thing.. But usually in the end.. i explain to them what naughty stuff i did... hahaha... and then, a special lecture was dedicated to me... Yeah..I can’t lie to them if i done sumthing wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i don’t want to make my blog become personal...but i think some people might hav the same thought with me.. so ..itz not big deal for me to let reader knows what i felt.. but lately.. i think.. my words become easily to exploite... by me of coz!! hehe.. bcoz i get used to write a diary.. So sometimes... i write it almost like a diary but trying not to break people's heart.. Ok back to my topic.. ‘terkongkong’ sometimes good for me but not too tight.. i can be a crazy person if i stay at home for one week without say ‘hi’ to sunshine...hehe.. feel like a prisoner.. But hmm...i realize something different situation happened when i started my job... my parents slowly loose their attention towards me..weird huh? Mayb bcoz i’m going to be a real adult person (suppose i am..) hopefully laa.... Or mayb my maturity is grown up and they show me their thrust that i can differentiate between good and ‘evil’ part... hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after all... they are my parents.. yup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111289402427028481?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111289402427028481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111289402427028481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111289402427028481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111289402427028481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/emotionally-curbed.html' title=':: Emotionally curbed ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111270276869465160</id><published>2005-04-06T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:08:12.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: FuTuRe TaLKs ::</title><content type='html'>I look myself in the mirror..‘You’re getting older.. u realize it or not??’ erk.. that mirror is talking to me???? Oh no... it is another-side-of-me which remind me that... i’m almost in quater of century...or have been living in the earth for 2 and a half decades... it is a long journey from the baby i was born until the person i become now.. but still... this is actually the beginning of life... This is when female + male = family.. Talking about family.. am i hav the good package to go through this stage? Frankly.. i’m not!!! But most of the people in the age like mine..are eager to make family.. But.. why i don’t hav that feeling? Next week.. my fren is getting married and she looks very happy beside her future-husband.. I can feel they are well prepared to be a husband n wife.. What a lovely couple to be with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..the marriage concept for me is when they gives a full commitment between both side... not only commitment ok? Itz more than that., itz about GIVE n TAKE.. It is how the partner show their respectiveness, responsibilities, n happiness towards their partner.. In other way, do concern about ur partner as when u think about urself... It is true nowadays, equality between female n male can’t be deny... and it is reflecting the marriage perspectives towards responsibilities between husband n wife.. Wife doing chores and office job but of coz with the help of husband do on laundry side even though they are attached on working life... n thatz wat i meant by – ‘fair n square’. But i guess not all the man like to be timid by women-power.. it depends on their compromise of how they look n make their family life meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.. i’m looking forward to learn and experience to be a good future-wife.. but i guess... time hasn’t come for me to get into that reality.... InsyaAllah.... just wait n see.... hahaha.. belum seru lagi tuuu.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111270276869465160?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111270276869465160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111270276869465160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111270276869465160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111270276869465160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/future-talks.html' title=':: FuTuRe TaLKs ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111267185102005520</id><published>2005-04-05T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:47:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Finding 'me' inside myself ::</title><content type='html'>I'm totally lost.. Time has changed so fast that i cannot define the suitable 'me' of myself.. I feeling like i'm losing hope of being myself now.. i hate it when i'm not in a comfortable n proper mood...having no desire on job make me more 'undefined'.. Goshhhhh.... i really.. really HATE it so much... uhuhuhu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111267185102005520?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111267185102005520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111267185102005520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111267185102005520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111267185102005520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/finding-me-inside-myself.html' title=':: Finding &apos;me&apos; inside myself ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111240451595104172</id><published>2005-04-01T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:10:22.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: FoOLisH ThiNG I DiD ::</title><content type='html'>This is the day when sumbody get fool by sumbody.... and when sumbody get mad by sumbody (who actually laughed to that sumbody who has been fooled)... mmm my sentences looks confusing.. but haha.. itz April Fool day ok!! And i’m the luckiest one who can’t escaped from being dummy.. isn’t it ashamed...? uhuhu... This happen to me when shannon... which is the ‘next-desk gal’ sent me an address of this one ‘cool’ website (which is my biggest mistake to trust her...)..Well i went to that website n itz surprised that the airline company offer me a free ticket and.... as i remembered... this opportunity open to only the first 200 who grab it! .. I ask her again.. “r u sure this is true”.. She said.. she already registered, n in order to get that free ticket, i must register all my details to them.. Without any doubt, i fill up the register form..one by one.. with full confidence that i will get the free ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that sumthing embarrasing will happen to me.. until.. i click submit button.. n there it shows... APRIL FOOL!!! Hahahaha.i heard my frens give a big laughed to me.. n not only that!! My name appeared to be one of the foolish person in the list... Eeee.... so teruk!!! Well itz an April Fool Day.. can’t mad to them... When i flash memory back to where i filled up that stupid form.. How foolish i am to be that stupid person who believe in free airline ticket.. Goshh!! I guess i’m not d only one who get embarrased by this..After i made up my mind to pass this ‘april fool thing’ to sumbody... hahaha n they get fooled by me too.. hahaha...Isn't it life great ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111240451595104172?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111240451595104172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111240451595104172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111240451595104172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111240451595104172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/04/foolish-thing-i-did.html' title=':: FoOLisH ThiNG I DiD ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111223988553490659</id><published>2005-03-31T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T17:16:48.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: PC WaCkY DaY ::</title><content type='html'>Arrgghh !! i dunno for how many times my laptop keep restarting.. again n again... Is d laptop crazy or is it just me ?? ok.. cool down mas.. perhaps i should do sumthing on it.. Let see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww.... when i kick out d spyware software out of my hard disk.. itz getting better.. but for now la.. Please computer!!! don't make me hate u for d rest of d day....n Now..more n more burden r coming as usual, i hav my ticket back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uwaaaaa.. 'Never Ending Story' job ... u r totally rite 'winnie'.... My life hav just begun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111223988553490659?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111223988553490659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111223988553490659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111223988553490659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111223988553490659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/pc-wacky-day.html' title=':: PC WaCkY DaY ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111174081213385613</id><published>2005-03-30T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:09:20.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;^&gt; DaNdELiON &lt;^&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/116/4170/640/image_sci_plant0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/116/4170/320/image_sci_plant0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Seeds coming into light&lt;br /&gt;Where soft puffs of wind&lt;br /&gt;Can scatter them to the compass.&lt;br /&gt;The quickening life they carry&lt;br /&gt;below their belts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes landing to fruition&lt;br /&gt;And the hope of another spring;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes becoming the fuel&lt;br /&gt;for another fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pick this stuff from internet.. wondering wat is dandelion means to me... itz weird to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why i choose this kind of flower to be my blog theme.. Mayb bcoz i luv to see when d seed flew to the air.. itz tenderly soft, pure white n ...adorable..The flower is actually in yellow color but somehow d flower itself change themselves to produce seeds n these seeds r waiting for the wind to take them away.. hahaha.. am i look like 'jiwang' ? No lar.. i luv to see d beauty nature as well as hear the sound of nature... Hopefully one day.. i want to hold n touch this dandelion feeling, but as far as i know, this flower only can be seen in a west country, but not in here... uhuhu.. nevermind laa.. mayb one day... one lucky day.. hahaha.. &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/11372802-111174081213385613?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111174081213385613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111174081213385613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111174081213385613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111174081213385613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/dandelion_30.html' title='&lt;^&gt; DaNdELiON &lt;^&gt;'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111209754679122576</id><published>2005-03-29T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T05:50:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Today is a real WORKDAY ::</title><content type='html'>I arrived my office at 8.07am, yesterday 8.05am.. a day than b4 8.03am... Huaa.. tommorrow 8.09am... hehe.. i'm just guessing.. At my desk, a piece of paper was placed on my desk.. Erkk! itz my ticket.. a previous one.. I read it.. Hmm.. i never thought they replied my piece of work so fast... Ooh.. feel no mood to face the program that time.. but i hav no choice.. do i? Well.. i study again d coding while modify a bit here.. a bit there.. Until lunch.. no conclusion was made.. only rubbish of output..Ok.. at 12.30, i make myself rilex.. but not very long.. only 20 mins..hehe.. i think so..i keep thinking to get d solution quickly.. So i continue back my work.. Tap Tap Tap.. my hands pressing the keyboard... hehe... not to the work.. a little bit of chatting also while waiting for my program to debug.. i keep asking lee on how to manage the coding.. then i ask my Supervisor.. then kacau shahnon, my 3 buddies... n whoever in d office that i want to kacau.. hahaha.. Finally.. around 6.. i've got my job done.. i hope no requirements r added again to this coding.. penat tau! dah ler panjang giler coding.. then.. added with my messy code.. bertambah -tambahla biul d buatnya... Oh well.. at least i 've finished my job with happy face.. hehe.. Mayb 'berkat' from my fasting...Talking about my fasting today, i ate chocholate bun n a cup of coffee as my buka puasa treat b4 i hav my dinner at home.. Not a very tired day.. mayb bcoz i'm concetrated to work which make me almost forgot.. i was fasting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday he called me.. around midnite time.. he told me his home got gegaran which effected from earth quake at Sumatera land.. When i heard it came from Sumatera.. i feel teribbly sympathy to the earth quake victims... even to their families.. how r they goin to survive without their loves one.. Al-fatihah to dead victims..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111209754679122576?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111209754679122576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111209754679122576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111209754679122576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111209754679122576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-is-real-workday.html' title=':: Today is a real WORKDAY ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111189309044383813</id><published>2005-03-26T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:16:32.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: FRenS 4eVeR ::</title><content type='html'>Itz already 12pm, Friday nite... i hear Al-fatihah wordz from my mum's voice.. n in my head questioning... "is d 'thing- human’s enemies' can hear wat every single words my mum trying to say to GOD“.. hm… I guess no answer for that.. only GOD knows it.. I know my mum, dad gives me a spiritual support to always remember me… don’t ever..ever.. give up urself.. GOD is always there for u..if u know who u r belonging to… Thatz true..I want to keep it in my head wat r my parents always tolds me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 I close my eyes to sleep.. I lay down n contemplating about d things that faizah n me.. together shared our thought about d future life.. I met her at Kedai Mamak Syed around 9pm.. So sad… she will leaving me in d end of d month bcoz she will moves out to new house in Cheras.. B4 this, she lives just nearby my house… n we always go out together.. jogging together.. play bowling together.. even go holiday together.. she’s one of my best fren n trusted fren.. we know each other since form 4.. although we’re in a different school.. how I met her? At Class Tuisyen.. n she’s d one who approach me 1st as every student there was non-malay n brilliant students (but not me!).. n she looks me like a naive person.. hahaha… thatz y she braved to ask me… Hmm.. wat a sweet memory I hav with her…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. time has change us to become a mature person.. I hav my own job.. she has her own job life.. One thing for sure… She is not a same job field with me n that will make us more distant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111189309044383813?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111189309044383813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111189309044383813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111189309044383813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111189309044383813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/frens-4ever.html' title=':: FRenS 4eVeR ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111171585517330174</id><published>2005-03-25T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T22:46:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: HeRe CoMeS FRiDaY ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/116/4170/640/jang_na_ra_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/116/4170/320/jang_na_ra_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhuhu.... i just wrote my blog for today.. but suddenly it disappear out of sumwhere... Well i have to write it again.. but not as originality as 'previous version'. Oh well itz ok.. it will not stop me to write again.. okie dokie today is FRIDAY.... In Islam, Friday is one of d 'unique day' given by GOD.. itz a 'give' for a muslims to show their 'appreciation' towards GOD...but not only focus on friday.. i mean FRIDAY is a little bit different from d other days.. but how d human appreciate d GOD's belongings? d answer is already there.. everyone knows it... (i put a question mark for this for me to realize it myself..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okess..... just now i ate d tremendous food.. (senior staff belanje me) but i control myself not to eat much.. haha.. not bcoz i'm diet.. itz just that i'm not eating too much infront of many people..not my style.. ceewah !!! hee..i dont want them to know my eating habit.. except to my blog reader... hahaha... shhh!! Well i hav a runny nose.. Itz possible for me to eat without a 'real taste of food'.. but anywhere d food already in my stomach.. waiting to be processed.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above picture&lt;/strong&gt;--- Jang Na Ra.. wat a cute creature.. My Love Patzzi n The Successful Story of A Bright Girl are my fav drama series of her appearance.. Heee..actually this is my 1st trial i post my picture on this blog.. i tried n explore it with zura just now n yup!! there shows my 'picture'.. not me lar.. my fav korean actress/singer.. Hmm.. i luv her song too.. check it out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet Dream(English translate):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's gonna be another day with the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;the suns rays shine brightly outside of my window,&lt;br /&gt;when my half-opened eyes are finally opened&lt;br /&gt;i invision your face and it welcomes me...&lt;br /&gt;your lips slightly brush against my cheeks, as you whisper that you love me&lt;br /&gt;inside my head is the morning coffee, am i dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be another day with the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;the suns rays shine brightly outside of my window,&lt;br /&gt;when my half-opened eyes are finally opened&lt;br /&gt;i invision your face and it welcomes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can get together I feel paradise&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing that can make me happier than this,&lt;br /&gt;yes, that has to be right&lt;br /&gt;because right now you are by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name, because it was so common, even i didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;but when you call me, i only think of it prettily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be another day with the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel beautiful, will you please hold me&lt;br /&gt;will you tell me that you love me...&lt;br /&gt;When we can get together I feel paradise&lt;br /&gt;because finally, i feel like the main character in the movies,&lt;br /&gt;receiving love&lt;br /&gt;i was reborn in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right this moment, there can't be anyone happier than me&lt;br /&gt;please don't make it break, don't break it, don't tell me i'm dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be another day with the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;the suns rays shine brightly outside of my window,&lt;br /&gt;when my half-opened eyes are finally opened&lt;br /&gt;i invision your face and it welcomes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can get together I feel paradise&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing that can make me happier than this,&lt;br /&gt;yes, that has to be right&lt;br /&gt;because right now you are by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be another day with the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel beautiful, will you please hold me&lt;br /&gt;will you tell me that you love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we can get together I feel paradise&lt;br /&gt;because finally, i feel like the main character in the movies,&lt;br /&gt;receiving love&lt;br /&gt;i was reborn in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111171585517330174?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111171585517330174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111171585517330174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111171585517330174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111171585517330174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-comes-friday.html' title=':: HeRe CoMeS FRiDaY ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111164771747499227</id><published>2005-03-24T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T04:14:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Calling Mon..Tues..Wed..Thurs ::</title><content type='html'>As i am writing this blog, i'm waiting for my pogram to be executed, so long...hehe.. still hav time to 'blog' myself, Ok let me think wat to write on, hmm... i left my blog on Monday till Wednesday, Then i should summarize my week day job lorr.. Well this is my first real job task.. Quite difficult but itz 'fun'.. Hahaha... Don't think itz enjoyable... itz challenging .. but i think i'm still not in the level called 'steady level'... Ok let me pulled out my memory back to d friday where i've got my ticket spec. In d first day my name was called by Uncle mel, nothing can't stop my quick heart beat. Oh oooh.. i'm d 'chosen one'.. am i? still can't believed.. Then i just realized i'd already entered d conference room.. Then, about half an hour, i was given the coding and hav to be prepared to get rumble with the bunch of coding, then, using my limit skills, i hav to go on..slowly..slowly until my eyes become tired for that day... huh! that was only for study d coding, not yet touch up d program itself... In the end of day, nothing was input to my head.. only blank... huh! I calmed myself.. This is my first time doing sumthing different, i hav to get used it later, and Fortunately.......... i was given d green light by supervisor to go back on that day.. he said, dont worry too much, still have times, not much modification to do.. i hope so... Then... as i planned for d weekend, i enjoyed my weekend peacefully.. i think so.. until d manic monday come to 'rescue' my holiday...i hate monday!! y monday?? uwaaaa....d first day of d job week.. huh! Monday still haven't give a clue to understand d coding...then, d supervisor come to me, explain again.. i'm not sure for how many times..heheh...i think he got dull when i'm asking d same question....well thanx to him, he gives a lot of guides on how to manage myself with d coding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm waiting for Tuesday to give me a solution as Monday gave me 20% of best... Oh ya.. i also hav meeting with xpert person on Monday.. then i used this opportunity to ask about my program... hehe... Ok.. Next day was Tuesday, things getting better as i got to manage d solution bit by bit n understand d program logic(only partial) ... Until... i lost in d space.. hehe... i got confused with d requirement needed.. i forgot i'm doing an account programming.. oh no! i need to define d balance forward... slowly mas.. i can do it! i can do it! gambatte! n Tuesday brought me a good news to continue calling Wednesday to help me.. Yess !! Finally... i got d solution step by step... Along d way to finish it, i think i won't be able to finish it without helped from xpert abapers, frens n supervisor... ceee wahh.. like speech! Dub Dab Dub.. d due date was closer than i thought... Watever happen, i hav to finish my things on Thursday... must do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. Itz Wednesday turn.. at 6.30 pm... my balance forward appear correctly from d screen laptop.. n walaa.... how happy i was... n shahnon was there also.. sharing my happy.. hee..she teman me until 7 pm..Itz already 8pm when i msg to him, telling him that i want him to come over here... hehe.. celebrate? not exactly.. i need him to accompany me bcoz i knew that nite, no one at home.. so i just lepak with him at Amcorp Mall...don't want to think about coding anymore... By Thursday, that is today... i'm free!!!! yess!! by the time i ending my blog.. i already submit my program to supervisor... but still, i need to wait d response from the other side to approve it... hopefully everythings ok... as expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111164771747499227?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111164771747499227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111164771747499227' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111164771747499227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111164771747499227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/calling-montueswedthurs.html' title=':: Calling Mon..Tues..Wed..Thurs ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111120792282556804</id><published>2005-03-19T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:52:02.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:: Pulangkan - versi PTPTN ::.</title><content type='html'>(Ex-Student) Sedikit bunga yang menggoda&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar dipandang usah dibayar&lt;br /&gt;Kau pasti tak percaya&lt;br /&gt;Duitku bukan untukmu sayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pegawai PTPTN) Tiada kusangka kau sungguh kejam&lt;br /&gt;Kau peram hutang yang kau pinjam&lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan bahgia kehidupanmu&lt;br /&gt;Bila engkau berkonvo kau milikku&lt;br /&gt;Pulangkan hutang-hutangku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ex-Student)Oh hentikanlah menghantuiku&lt;br /&gt;(Pegawai PTPTN) Oh pulangkan oh pulangkanlah padaku&lt;br /&gt;(Ex-Student) Kupulangkan semua hutangku&lt;br /&gt;-(Pegawai PTPTN)Yang dikau peram tanpa relaku&lt;br /&gt;(Ex-Student)Bebaskanlah maafkan daku oh kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pegawai PTPTN) Tiada kemaafan di sini&lt;br /&gt;Kau hutang tanpa bayar sesen lagi&lt;br /&gt;Akan kujejakimu ke mana jua hingga akhir masa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masz_2ra comment..&lt;br /&gt;uikss!! d lyric means very deep to me.. Well i know i'm d one who has been blacklisted.. but itz actually a mistake, i thought i 'm going to pay it start by next year but bcoz of 'the other side' does not received any acknowledgement letter from me (which i already send them my letter to postpone my payment- D reason y i postponed is bcoz that time i was in a degree.. ), i hav to accept their rules... Oh! mayb itz my fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'touching' wordz from this lyric -- Akan kujejakimu ke mana jua hingga akhir masa... Erk! i dont want to be a trouble maker here to get this thing become court case.. i'd already get d 1st warning letter.. But i admit that the PTPTN system is not efficient enuff  in delivering their services.. Itz not only me who said it like that, i heard also from newspaper or even TV.. they critic d way PTPTN gives d loan to student..but now i think they r trying to improve it, hope so... I won't say much about PTPTN services.. but d important thing is &lt;strong&gt;whatever we borrow, dont forget to return it back..&lt;/strong&gt; itz not our's property.. Wat i can see todayz student r not like 10 yearz ago student... once they got d money which actually their loan, emm i can say handphone is d first thing they buy n a 'must-stuff' to hav.. itz true..  including me i guess.. hahaha... but that time i was in a desperate situation, my family alwayz wanted to know where i was when i'm with frens.. even i was in a group project work.. ohh. that was a difficult time for me.. ok back to d topic.. not all d students like that. i think a small number of students use this opportunity to invest their loans for d future.. wow.. they got profit from it.. n d loan interest? huh... juzt snap one's fingers to pay it !! that kind of student alwayz looking forward for future investmant.. but of coz that student mayb comes from rich people lorr.. okla i think i'm done with my scretch now.. i hate to make a long essay.. hehe.. thatz y i stop.. okess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111120792282556804?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111120792282556804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111120792282556804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111120792282556804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111120792282556804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/pulangkan-versi-ptptn.html' title='.:: Pulangkan - versi PTPTN ::.'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111111948143164036</id><published>2005-03-18T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:18:01.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: StoP DreaMing ::</title><content type='html'>Yess!! finally, comes to d end of weekday.. how i feel? eii dont expect me to bcome energetic.. bcoz itz still early.. 10 am... so cold... sleepy... remind me to my comfortable bed... covered myself with d warm blanket... perhh !! syokk !! hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deyy... jgn brmimpi !! ur dreamz is over...Suddenly uncle mel called me to meet him at d conference room....it happened when i'm in the middle of 'blogging' myself ....uhuhu i 've got the 'ticket' (project) already !! Gulp !! don't be afraid mas....huh! try to calm myself.. i think when i get d ticket (can be anytime from now), i'll hav to crawl back into my programming skills again ... uhuhu.. i heard that program is a tricky n mayb involves a major convertion .. get ready mas !! itz ur day !! hahaha... i laughed at myself... so terukk !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111111948143164036?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111111948143164036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111111948143164036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111111948143164036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111111948143164036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/stop-dreaming.html' title=':: StoP DreaMing ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111104318240727164</id><published>2005-03-17T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:21:42.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:: The Word ::.</title><content type='html'>I found sumthin' nice from Tokeikedai... NiCe OnE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;* * * &lt;strong&gt;T H E W O R D&lt;/strong&gt; * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Selfish One-Letter Word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Avoid It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Al Kahf 18:34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Satisfying Two-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"WE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Use It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Al An'am 6:71-72)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Poisonous Three-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"EGO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kill It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surah Al Qasas 28:78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Used Four-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Value It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Al Rum 30:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Pleasing Five Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"SMILE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keep It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Al Najm 53:43)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Fastest Spreading Six-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"RUMOUR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ignore It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Al Hujurat 49:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Hardest Working Seven Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"SUCCESS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Achieve It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Al Nur 24:37-38)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Enviable Eight-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"JEALOUSY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Distance It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Surah Yusuf 12:8-9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Powerful Nine-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"KNOWLEDGE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acquire It(of Allah &amp;amp; the Holy Qu'ran) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surah Ya Sin 36:2 Surah Yusuf 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Most Essential Ten-Letter Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"CONFIDENCE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trust It(Trust in Allah's Guidance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Surah Yunus 10: 9Surah Al Tawbah 9:51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:: :: :: :: ::&lt;strong&gt;T H E W O R D&lt;/strong&gt;:: :: :: :: ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111104318240727164?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111104318240727164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111104318240727164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111104318240727164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111104318240727164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/word.html' title='.:: The Word ::.'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111102807861511581</id><published>2005-03-17T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:17:50.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: q(^_^)p "Bring Me to Life" ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t&lt;br /&gt;wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;call my name and save me&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;the dark&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake&lt;br /&gt;up)&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;save me from the nothing I’ve&lt;br /&gt;become&lt;br /&gt;now that I know what I’m without&lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave me&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;into me and make me real&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La~ La~ La~ I can feel the song into my head now.... feel like wanna dance... ehehe.... I dunno y suddenly that song 'pop up' in my head... hmmm bcoz i'm now in that situation huh! Bring me to life~~ Ya lor.. itz feel&lt;br /&gt;like i'm in invisible to this company since last 3 weeks.. thatz y i'm hoping this company can bring me up to life~~... hahaha... but.. when i think back, bukan slalu dpt 'huhahuha' camni... orait perr.. Erkk mampus le aku kalo big boss baca blog aku.... shhh.. diam...control mas!ade bos bos tgh pandang tuh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm ckp pasal life kan, i think i hav a topic to scretch on d computer.. teringat balik when i was 6 years old.. that time.. hmm... cute, comel.. hahaha puji diri sendiri la plak! tak malu wehh !! a quiet gal, n not very friendly... but... jeng jeng.. the first fren i knew was a cute malay boy...ok i knew i was very shy to ask for help in d class, then he came to help me... err sorry i forgot his name.. so lousy of me...hehe....but when we r in standard 5 ... i dunno him anymore as i knew him b4.. he joined with a notty group.. n that time we r already in a different class...hmm... where is he now...? i wonder...Ok thats it about him... N the things that i won't forget when i was in primary school.. i was very easy to be bullied by boyz.. i dunno y... bcoz i'm so quiet? or bcoz i'm cute?.. hahaha... no lar!! cannot be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyakkk !!! i'm out of my topic huh!! hee.. i should talk about my life i'm struggling now.. not my previous "life". n i think i've made a longer journal than others.. Oopppssy... ok lar for now.. Today task is to complete my exercise 8.. u can do it mas!! yup.. gambatte!!! chaiyoo chaiyoo... n hee.. dont forget to bring up ur life today...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111102807861511581?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111102807861511581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111102807861511581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111102807861511581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111102807861511581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/qp-bring-me-to-life.html' title=':: q(^_^)p &quot;Bring Me to Life&quot; ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111094319161421182</id><published>2005-03-16T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:18:25.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Still Hav 2 Days to Go on...::</title><content type='html'>Huaarghhhh..... very sleepy... hungry... boring... i look at d time.. 7 hours left... such a long day... Yesterday, i slept at 1 am... Huh ! wat a boring movie i watched last nite. Well i still accept that movie, but not bcoz i luv the way d movie presented, n not bcoz of the hero/heroin is charming or sumthing attract me... err.. aaa....bcoz this movie itz a malay movie.., then i forgive laa... hehe... aper plak org kater nanti kan, kutuk bangsa sendiri.. heee.... takpela bagi can yer ? hahahaha.... but funniest thing in that movie is.. father of the hero himself... hee.. jahatnya la aku! nak tau kan.... they r suppose a mixed family (d mother is chinese, father is europian guy) the scene that make me laughed is when d father scolded her son not to meet his lover, d father throw his malay voice (sumtimes) with a weird sounds.. hahahaha.. i dunno how to describe, that father should show a fierce face but he didn't.. d suitable description for it...is a funny malay sound with not gud mimic face .. huhuhu... erkk.. kutuk lebih2 lak... kalo ikutkan byk aku nak komen.. blom masuk part2 sedey lagi.... tp takpela. aku tak sampai ati lak nak kutuk lagi.. Anyway, i've got free ticket for that premiere movie i watched.. ? hee...then okla for me... ok shut my mouth to continue critic that movie.. !! Now.. jeng jeng... its breakfast time... i wanna drink coffee... i dunno y suddenly i get used with coffee.. b4 this, if i drink coffee, i get dizzy... but now.. i started to make it as a habit.. oh no!! no milo anymore huh! mm... 1 hour left to go lunch.. takpela.... tahan mas! coffee is not gud 4 ur health k... hee.. pujukkan ati gak... Okla.. i need to do ABAP exercise on creating database.. otherwise i'll lose my ABAP memory... n the RAM become so slower now....hahaha.. ok.. catcha u later ... chowww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111094319161421182?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111094319161421182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111094319161421182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111094319161421182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111094319161421182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/still-hav-2-days-to-go-on.html' title=':: Still Hav 2 Days to Go on...::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111085197362947575</id><published>2005-03-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:19:06.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Warisan Keluarga ::</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i listened to my mum's stories about our background family (especially my mum side), it is important that we know who is ur grand grand grand mother/father, mayb they could be from d famous history people... Hahaha, thatz not what i mean... I look it as another view, what if ur grand grand ma/pa hides a biggest secret n suddenly effecting ur life, not only u, mayb to ur son/daughter... u never know wat are actually happened in the past decades.. Wat if ur grand3x ma/pa left u a 'misterious treasure' that u dont want to hav... wat kind of 'misterious treasure'? ok.. not a million dollars or gold treasure.. not a materialistic things, but a 'living thing'.. okla camne aku nk translate ke english ek? hehe.... if dlm malay... namanya 'Saka'.. biasenya d turunkan dari nenek moyang dulu... Wat i know, it keep 'haunting' u sampaila to ur cucu cicit... scary huh! Hopefully, i'm not d one who affected by this warisan.... Nauzubillah... okess!! thatz all my scretch 4 2day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111085197362947575?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111085197362947575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111085197362947575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111085197362947575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111085197362947575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/warisan-keluarga_15.html' title=':: Warisan Keluarga ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111078742967358764</id><published>2005-03-14T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:19:35.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: PeACe __\/ ::</title><content type='html'>well.. serious time !! dont play2 haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i can feel, out there seems dark, i can hear d thunder sound coming from outside, hopefully rain / thunder will stop b4 5.30pm... Well as usual, i'm acting in d office.. typing a blog..in d same time doing SAP exercise on CALL TRANSACTION and BDC INSERT... uhuhuu.... 11/2 hour more to go.... out from this office prisoner.. In the mean time, Uncle Mel just passed by me and told me that i will be assigned to a new project / ticket... erk !! .... haiyooo.... so scary lorr~~ but at least i hav sumthing to do instead of chatting, games, or err... blogging ? In the office here now, everyone do their own job, sum chats, sum already attached to d project n sum just wondering wat will happen to them tommorow, still waiting for the answer from Uncle Mel... hmm sounds from team leader gives guidance to her grup.. hehe.. they just infront of me... while next to me, he already has work to concetrate, he wif his job life... mine wif my boring day... suddenly from a quite office became like pasar.. hehe.. but not like a real pasar maa... 'Lovers in Paris', i must get it !! i heard that korean/japan drama was nice.. hmm stuff thing to look forward... i look at my watch... 15 mins to go back... when i step out from the door office, i am free!!! hehe... free until 8.30am tomorrow... wakaka... so whoever read my blog, i think u can understand what kind of life i'm living in... ok for now... to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111078742967358764?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111078742967358764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111078742967358764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111078742967358764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111078742967358764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/peace.html' title=':: PeACe __\/ ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111076030125825422</id><published>2005-03-14T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:20:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: po..po..polong ??? ::</title><content type='html'>'tek.. tek.. tek..' bunyi kat atas siling... Erk !!.. ko main2 atas siling yer...? ish ish aper la malang nasib aku.. aku rase cam aku ni tetamu la plak kat bilik sendiri.. sampaikan aku ajak mak aku escort tido bilik sendiri.. hee.. x malu !!! itz really annoyed me since i came back from my home town (rembau). uhuhuhu.... now i'm not alone in my room anymore..oohhh tidakkk !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111076030125825422?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111076030125825422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111076030125825422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111076030125825422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111076030125825422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/popopolong.html' title=':: po..po..polong ??? ::'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372802.post-111053454284975656</id><published>2005-03-11T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T23:42:41.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:.yey yey mc :.</title><content type='html'>Adehh.. sakit perut ku!! tgh syok surfing... tetiba perut ku menjerit 'Nak gi toilet!!! cepat !!!' Ha.. aku pe lg... terus blah gi toilet dgn lajunya.. tp hehe.. control ayu ler.. kaber beb ! kuar, masuk, kuar, masuk toliet, tu je la keje aku setiap 1 jam.. x leh jd ni, aku pun pi la tempat fiza.. 'Eh perut sakit la.. teman aku gi klinik leh'.. Jeng jeng dalam sekelip mata jek, aku pun dah sampai umah... hee. MC.. lega rasenya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari ni lak si dia ajak aku gi tgk anugerah aper ntah.. aku pun x brape tau.. tp memandangkan perut aku ni merajuk lak, terpaksa le aku lupakan hasrat aku nk gi.. ish ish sedeyyy.. ape bley wat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11372802-111053454284975656?l=whitedandelion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/feeds/111053454284975656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11372802&amp;postID=111053454284975656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111053454284975656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11372802/posts/default/111053454284975656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitedandelion.blogspot.com/2005/03/yey-yey-mc.html' title=':.yey yey mc :.'/><author><name>&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;WhiteDandelion&amp;lt;^&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813820624997162910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
