<?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-7472996645231559615</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:46:36.697-05:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='hang out'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='news'/><category term='telly'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='movies'/><category term='makan2'/><category term='happy time'/><category term='sports'/><category term='economy'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='annoy thingy'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='quiz'/><title type='text'>monvieennuyeuse</title><subtitle type='html'>ana saya gua me ich mim yo moi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2538103353025807705</id><published>2008-11-06T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:13:11.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pengertian hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kehidupan ini mempunyai seribu satu erti dan makna. Dalamnya ada mengandungi pelbagai pelajaran bagi mereka yang ingin mengambil pelajaran daripadanya. Kehidupan ini tidak semudah yang disangka oleh golongan yang sambil-lewa dan tidak sesusah yang disangka oleh golongan yang tamak dan bergantung kepada dirinya semata-mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini suatu lapangan, tempat di mana Allah s.w.t. menyempurnakan kehambaan para hambaNya yang ingin menyempurnakan kehambaan diri mereka kepadaNya. Hidup ini suatu peluang, tempoh untuk para hambaNya menzahirkan rasa kesyukuran, kesabaran dan keredhaan kepadaNya, yang merupakan antara ciri-ciri kehambaan kepadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia yang leka daripada hakikat dirinya yang sekadar seorang hamba kepada Tuhannya, secara tidak langsung akan menghadapi kesulitan dalam berinteraksi dengan kehidupan itu sendiri. Ini kerana, apa yang dicari hanyalah kepuasan nafsu diri, kelazatan yang memberi manfaat kepada kepentingan diri sendiri, tanpa menghayati makna kehidupannya yang lebih sempurna, iaitu dirinya hidup sebagai hamba kepada Tuhan yang menciptakannya daripada tiada kepada ada, iaitulah Allah s.w.t. yang Maha Pencinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seseorang yang hidup semata-mata untuk kepuasan nafsu dan kepentingan diri, kerana tidak menghayati hakikat kehambaan diri, pasti tersalah dalam berinteraksi dengan kehidupan ini, sehingga membawa kepada terasa terbeban dengan sebuah kehidupan yang sementara ini. Apa yang dikejar selalunya tidak dapat. Apa yang didapatinya juga tidak akan kekal bersamanya setelah dia mati. Di mana nilai sebuah kehidupan bagi manusia yang semacam ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi seseorang manusia yang menghayati makna kehambaan diri kepada Tuhannya, pasti akan memahami kehidupan ini dengan maknanya yang lebih luas dan sempurna. Kebendaan dan duniawi tidak lagi berkuasa menawan kebahagiaan dan kelapangan hati dan jiwanya. Dia tahu, hidup ini ialah untuk menterjemahkan makna kehambaan diri kepada Allah s.w.t. dengan menunaikan ketaatan kepadaNya secara zahir mahupun batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertolak daripada itulah, akhirnya seseorang mula memahami bahawasanya, seluruh kehidupan ini, samada berkaitan dengan ketentuanNya mahupun penetapan hukum-hakamNya, merupakan penzahiran "interaksi" Tuhannya kepadanya. Seseorang hamba yang sentiasa menghadirkan rasa kehambaan diri kepadaNya dalam segenap tindakannya dalam kehidupannya, akan turut merasai kehadiran muamalah (interaksi) Tuhannya kepadanya melalui segala yang berlaku dalam kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermula dengan menunaikan ketetapan syariat dan hukum Allah s.w.t. dalam kehidupannya, maka penghayatan terhadap makna syariat yang dilaksanakannya dengan jiwa hamba mula bersinar dalam hatinya. Dia mula melihat hakikat di sebalik syariat dengan pandangan zauqi (perasaan rohani) kurniaan Ilahi. Dia mula menghayati bahawasanya, syariat ialah bukti kewujudan dan kehendak Tuhan yang menciptakan dan mentadbirnya dan seluruh alam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertolak daripada itu juga, takkala dia menunaikan ketaatan batin (hati) kepada Tuhannya, dengan sifat-sifat mahmudah seperti ikhlas, jujur, tawadhuk, istiqomah, sabar, syukur, redha dan sebagainya, maka dia mula mengenali hakikat ketentuan Allah s.w.t. dalam segenap kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila dia ditimpa sesuatu yang berat terasa oleh nafsu dan dirinya, maka di situlah peranan seseorang hamba dalam menzahirkan kehambaannya kepadaNya dengan melahirkan sifat "sabar" terhadap ketentuanNya yang menimpanya tersebut. Dia juga menzahirkan rasa lemah di hadapan Allah s.w.t. dengan mengembalikan ketentuanNya kepadaNya, dengan mengadu masalah yang menimpanya kepada Allah s.w.t. yang mengujinya dengan ketentuan tersebut, dalam rangka semata-mata untuk menagih keredhaan dan bantuanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seseorang hamba yang mengadu masalahnya kepada Allah s.w.t. dalam rangka untuk menzahirkan kelemahan dirinya kepadaNya berbeza dengan seseorang yang mengadu kepada Allah s.w.t. akan masalahnya dalam bentuk membangkang ketentuanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapun seorang hamba yang mengadu masalahnya kepada Allah s.w.t. dalam rangka untuk menzahirkan kelemahan diri kepadaNya, tujuannya hanyalah untuk menzahirkan hakikat diri yang "lemah" dan sentiasa memerlukan bantuanNya dalam menghadapi ketetapanNya, sedangkan orang yang merungut di hadapan Allah s.w.t. mengenai ketentuanNya ke atasnya bertujuan untuk menzahirkan rasa tidak puas hatinya terhadap ketentuanNya yang tidak mengikut kehendak dan keinginan nafsu dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengadu dengan tujuan menzahirkan rasa lemah kepada Allah s.w.t. tidak mengandungi unsur mempertikaikan ketentuan Allah s.w.t., tetapi sekadar memohon rahmat dan bantuan Allah s.w.t. agar dia mampu menghadapi ketentuanNya dengan bantuanNya. Adapun orang yang merungut kepada Allah s.w.t. membawa maksud mempertikaikan ketentuan Allah s.w.t. dan terkadang boleh membawa kepada menyalahkan Allah s.w.t., seolah-olah dia lebih pandai dari Allah s.w.t.. Berbeza antara menzahirkan rasa lemah dengan menzahirkan kepandaian diri di hadapan Allah s.w.t..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh kerana itu, Imam Abu Al-Hasan As-Syazuli yang menghayati makna kehambaan ini mengungkapkan ungkapan penuh adab di hadapan Allah s.w.t. dengan berdoa (dalam hizb al-kabir):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahai Tuhanku. Aku tidak memohon agar tertegahnya apa yang Engkau mahu tentukan ke atasku. Tetapi, aku memohon sokonganMu (kepadaku) dengan bantuanMu kepadaku dalam setiap ketentuanMu ke atasku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilai kehambaan ini juga pernah diungkapkan oleh Saidina Rasulullah s.a.w. dalam doa Baginda s.a.w. ketika di Thaif dengan berdoa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahai Tuhanku, aku mengadu kepadaMu akan lemahnya diriku…".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilai-nilai mengadu dalam rangka meminta bantuan daripadaNya dan menzahirkan kelemahan diri dan keperluan kepadaNya merupakan antara nilai kehambaan yang tertinggi dalam diri seseorang hamba kepada Tuhannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh yang demikian, hamba yang beradab dengan adab kehambaan tersebut mula menzahirkan rasa memerlukannya dan bersabar dalam rangka untuk membuktikan kehambaan diri kepadaNya dengan sentiasa mengharapkan bantuan daripadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapun takkala dia ditimpa sesuatu yang menyenangkan diri dan nafsunya, samada kesenangan dalam bentuk kebendaan, rezeki, jodoh dan sebagainya, maka dia akan menzahirkan rasa kesyukuran kepadaNya dengan mengembalikan segala kebaikan yang didapatinya kepada Allah s.w.t., bukan menyandarkan kebaikan tersebut kepada usaha dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah nilai kehambaan yang agung dalam diri seseorang manusia, di mana dia sentiasa berasa menghargai setiap kebaikan dalam kehidupannya kerana menghayati bahawa semua kebaikan adalah daripada Allah s.w.t., Tuhan yang Maha Pemurah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rasa syukur tersebut, maka Allah s.w.t. menganugerahkan makrifatullah (mengenal Allah s.w.t.) kepadanya, dan menganungerahkan kefahaman tentang rahsia-rahsia muamalah Allah s.w.t. dalam segenap kehidupannya. Inilah kelebihan daripada sifat syukur yang dijanjikan oleh Allah s.w.t. yang berfirman dengan maksud: "jika kamu bersyukur, Aku akan tambah buatmu akan nikmat"… Penambahan nikmat yang agung adalah, kefahaman tentang hakikat diri, hakikat kehidupan dan hakikat ketuhanan Allah s.w.t. dalam kehidupannya seharian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini ialah tempat bemualamah secara beradab. Bagaimana seseorang ingin beradab dalam bermuamalah dengan Allah s.w.t. melalui kehidupannya, sedangkan dia tidak mengenal hakikat dirinya sebagai hamba Allah s.w.t. yang perlu beradab kepadaNya, tidak mengenali hakikat kehidupan yang merupakan tempat menzahirkan adab kepada Allah s.w.t. dalam berinteraksi kepadaNya dan tidak mengenali Allah s.w.t., Tuhan yang ingin menyempurnakan adab kehambaannya melalui kehidupannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hidup ini terkandung risalah-risalah Allah s.w.t. dalam segenap detik dalam kehidupan kita, jika hati kita sentiasa hadir dalam bermuamalah denganNya dengan adab kehambaan kepadaNya. Sabar dan syukur merupakan dua sayap utama bagi kerohanian seseorang hamba dalam menuju keredhaanNya. Setelah seseorang mencapai istiqomah dalam sabar dan syukur dalam segenap kehidpannya terhadap setiap ketentuanNya dengan bantuan Allah s.w.t., maka dia akan dianugerahkan rasa redha kepada Allah s.w.t. dalam setiap ketentuanNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada darjat "redha" inilah, seseorang manusia tidak lagi merasai beza antara ketentuan dengan ketentuan, tiada merasai susah ataupun senang, kerana hatinya sentiasa fokus kepada mencari keredhaan Allah s.w.t. di sebalik setiap ketentuanNya, dan menghadapi setiap ketentuanNya dengan pandangan redha kepada Allah s.w.t.. Sesungguhnya, redha kepada Allah s.w.t. ini merupakan darjat yang teragung yang dicapai oleh seseorang hamba Allah, kerana seseorang tidak akan meredhai Allah s.w.t. melainkan setelahmana Allah s.w.t. meredhainya dan berkehendak supaya dia juga meredhaiNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan ini sebuah perjalanan dalam muamalah kehambaan seseorang hamba dengan Tuhannya. Nilai kehidupan adalah pada penghayatan seseorang terhadap makna kehambaan dirinya dalam kehidupannya, makna kehidupannya selaku hamba kepada Tuhannya dan makna ketuhanan Allah s.w.t. dalam kehidupannya selaku hambaNya. Tanpa makna-makna tersebut, kehidupan tiada erti bagi seseorang manusia. Hidup tanpa "makna", yang tinggal hanyalah "makan". Makan, minum, tidur dan sebagainya, dalam rangka memenuhi nafsu di sekitar usianya yang semakin menuju kesudahan. Akhirnya, dia di sisi Allah s.w.t. bagaikan binatang, bahkan lebih sesat dan rendah daripada binatang, kerana tidak menghargai nilai kehidupannya sebagai manusia yang penuh dengan makna-makna yang mulia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalah kemurungan, kesedihan, penderitaan dan rasa malang manusia sebenarnya bukanlah kerana gagal menanggung ketentuan Allah s.w.t., tetapi masalah-masalah tersebut kembali kepada "tidak memahami makna di sebalik ketentuanNya" lalu membawa kepada kegagalan dalam berinteraksi dengan ketentuanNya sebagaimana yang sepatutnya. Tanpa menghayati makna kehambaan diri, makna kehidupan yang merupakan medan menyempurnakan kehambaan dan makna ketuhanan Allah s.w.t. dalam kehidupan, maka seseorang akan mencari kebahagiaan yang bukan sebenarnya suatu kebahagiaan, akhirnya dia terus menderita dan menderita dalam rangka untuk mencari kebahagiaan menurut persepsinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kebahagiaan bukan pada kepuasan nafsu, tetapi pada terealisasinya kehambaan diri kepada Allah s.w.t.. Kekayaan itu ialah kekayaan jiwa, seperti yang diberitahu oleh Baginda s.a.w. yang mulia. Hidup ini bukan tempat setiap orang cari apa yang dia mahukan, tetapi hidup ini ialah tempat setiap orang menunaikan tujuan asal dirinya diciptakan. Kalau mahu terus mencari makna kebahagiaan selain makna yang diingini oleh Tuhan, maka setiap langkahmu dalam mencarinya adalah suatu penderitaan. Akhirnya, yang kamu himpunkan hanyalah penderitaan demi penderitaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu a'lam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Faqir ila Rabbihi Al-Qawiy Al-Qadir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Ahmad Mukhlis bin Raja Jamaludin Al-Razi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;('AmalahuLlahu bi lutfiHi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2538103353025807705?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2538103353025807705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2538103353025807705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2538103353025807705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2538103353025807705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/11/pengertian-hidup.html' title='pengertian hidup'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-5227512823295763182</id><published>2008-09-09T07:48:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:44:48.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>alkisah si puteh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SMZkg-IXhAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YpdRRsjWTpU/s1600-h/skunk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SMZkg-IXhAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YpdRRsjWTpU/s400/skunk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989333716206594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada hari sabtu bersamaan dgn 6 ramadhan 1419 hijrah, di waktu subuh yg hening.. bondaku bersiap2 untuk pergi menunaikan solat subuh berjemaah di surau berdekatan rumah kami.. si puteh pula dgn gembiranya telah bersedia di depan pintu.. untuk mengikuti sesiapa sahaja yg keluar melalui pintu itu untuk bermain bersama2.. bondaku dengan cepat keluar dari rumah kerana telah kedengaran azan menandakan waktu subuh telah pon masuk.. dia tidak perasan akan si puteh yg mengikutinya di belakang untuk bersama2 pergi ke surau.. pada pandangan si puteh, bondaku mahu mengajaknya berlari2 di sekeliling kawasan rumah.. namun sebenarnya surau terletak agak jauh dari kawasan rumah.. dan perlu melalui jalan besar yg dilalui oleh banyak kenderaan.. selalunya kucing2 kami tidak pernah sampai ke kawasan jalan besar.. kerana kawasan perumahan kami yg luas berserta rumah jiran2 yg ada.. telah menjadi tempat persinggahan wajib bagi kucing2 kami.. jiran2 kami juga sudah kenal akan haiwan perliharaan masing2..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si puteh ialah seekor kucing yg telah diambil dari rumah makcikku di kampung.. kebetulan rumah beliau penuh dengan aneka jenis binatang.. dari 6 ekor hamster hingga ke lebih dari 7 ekor kucing.. pernah satu ketika mereka telah membela seekor anak musang.. sementelah rumah kami sunyi kerana cuma ada seekor sahaja kucing.. jadi kami pon ambil seekor yg dipanggil 'skunk' oleh keluarga makcikku.. kerana warna bulunya yg seperti skunk itulah dia mendapat nama itu.. dia adalah kucing yg pendiam.. akan hanya bersuara bila lapar.. dan suaranya kedengaran serak2 basah.. tidak pernah dalam seumur hidupku mendengar suara kucing seperti itu..  itulah pertama kali aku mendengarnya.. pada mulanya terasa sakit telinga bila mendengar dia berbunyi begitu.. tapi lama kelamaan alah biasa tegal biasa.. dan terasa macam tak ceria hariku jika tak mendengar suaranya.. bukan sahaja aku malah seisi keluarga berasakan begitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berbalik pada hari kejadian, semasa bangun sahur.. dia ada menunggu di sebelahku.. kerana memang rutin harian apabila aku makan dia akan duduk bersama2ku di atas kerusi.. dan tunggu sehingga aku habis makan.. kerana aku akan memberinya makan selepas itu.. sempat juga aku bermain/bergurau senda dgnnya.. dan itulah kali terakhir aku melihatnya.. oleh kerana tiada ikan goreng yg lebih pada hari tu.. jadi tak dapat aku memberinya makan nasi.. aku hanya memberikannya whiskas.. dia agak kurang gemarkan whiskas.. mungkin kerana dia adalah kucing kampung.. jadi seleranya adalah nasi dan ikan.. tapi pagi itu aku nampak dia seakan selera walau dgn hanya hidangan whiskas.. ataupon mungkin kerana lapar yg amat sangat.. kemudian, dia mengikut ibuku keluar utk ke surau.. menurut kata ibuku, pada hari sebelumnya dia menunggu ibuku balik di sebalik pokok besar yg memang ada di tepi jalan sebelum ke simpang besar.. tetapi pada hari itu.. dia tiada di situ.. ibuku beranggapan dia telah balik ke rumah.. malangnya dia tiada di rumah... bermulalah pencarian kami di seluruh kawasan rumah, kawasan rumah jiran.. pada sebelah petangnya bapaku sanggup berjalan kaki ke bazar ramadhan yg terletak lebih jauh daripada surau.. semata2 mahu mencari si puteh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kehilangan si puteh amat terasa oleh satu keluarga.. hinggakan ibuku pergi bertanya kepada nenek yg mempunyai kelebihan mendapat alamat dengan gerak rasa hati.. katanya.. 'sudah jauh perginya dibawa lari orang'.. walaupon selepas mendapat berita itu.. kami tetap mencarinya sekitar kawasan kejiranan kami.. tetap tidak ketemuan.. pengajarannya, setiap yang datang akan pergi.. setiap kali kita rasa seperti sesuatu itu kepunyaan kita.. belum tentu akan kekal selama2nya di tangan kita.. semuanya adalah pinjaman semata.. semoga puteh diketemukan dengan tuan yang lebih baik dari kami.. terima kasih kerana menceriakan hidup kami walaupon untuk seketika..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5227512823295763182?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5227512823295763182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=5227512823295763182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5227512823295763182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5227512823295763182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/09/alkisah-si-puteh.html' title='alkisah si puteh'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SMZkg-IXhAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YpdRRsjWTpU/s72-c/skunk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2619310202267735285</id><published>2008-08-24T02:54:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:53:39.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>virgin of road accident</title><content type='html'>my bro had involved with quite a nasty accident on the 6th of aug.. he was on his way to workplace after his class.. our family had never encounter this ordeal before.. we had zero experience on hospital procedures.. but thanks to my obsession of grey's anatomy, house and the latest korean version of grey's series.. i was the only calm person from the girls pack.. mom and all sisters were all crying and i believe couldn't even think straight on what to do next.. mom is the severed one.. she almost fainted even when she first received the news.. when we'd arrived in the hospital and saw my bro's face covered with blood.. she cried and hugged him.. my bro has even try to talk to reassured her that he's fine.. and don't worry.. ya right with the blood cover all over your face, with broken arm and with torn shirt and pant.. how could we'd all be alright.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we didn't really unaware of the hospital procedures.. we just go with the flow with whatever nurse asked us to do... she asked us to register my bro's name if we want him to stay there for the operation.. so i went to register his name.. that's when a mistake has been made to complicate things a bit.. but after 2 hours.. nothing has been done to even clean his face... or dress his broken arm wound.. bcos blood keep streaming out from that wound to the floor.. like a bottle of syrup spilled to the floor.. i couldn't locate the exact wound so i couldn't see where is the blood coming from.... bcos they simply tied a stretch to support the broken part but not to dressed the wound.. i'm afraid to move the arm but i'm the brave one to wipe out the blood.. it even spilled to my jeans and shirt.. at this point my mom was so pissed with his state and condition.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait on the line to get stitches for his wound below his right eye, cheek and chin.. the nurse said they will clean all his wound when they is do the stitching.. but to wait right there and then is very painful.. bcos i could feel that even my bro could no longer endure the pain... i could see him struggle himself to contain himself from bursting out.. it's so hurtful to even watched that.. that's when we decided to transfer him from there.. so, i started to call SMC to ask what is the transfer procedure.. and we have to find our own transportation.. since we already registered his name, we had to wait for  the release form/letter from the A&amp;E doctor and the specialist.. in this case orthopedic.. when we decided to do that, the nurse immediately transported him to clean his wound and change him to the hospital's robe.. my mom came to her conscious state at this point.. she just lashed out at just about everyone in the room, the nurses and the doctors on their's stalled action to clean up my bro.. she said 'kenapa baru skrg nak bersihkan luka dia.. tak payah.. biar kitorg bawak jek berdarah2 camtu to SMC.. dari tadi dok biarkan budak tu'.. i just tried to calm her down by brought her outside.. when the doctors started to investigate what was really happened and the nurses to clean-up the mess.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after maybe 30 minutes, finally everything was ready.. st johns ambulance has been waiting to transport him.. so, we went straight to the SMC.. even the doctor whom a family friend had stand-by for him there.. we waited until he transferred to ward.. after x- ray, CT scan etc.. it was around 4am at that time.. the nurse asked him to fasting for operation procedure the very next morning.. everyone so exhausted and took emergency leave the next day.. me end-up with 3 days emergency leave.. he spent 4 hours in the operating theater.. alhamdulillah.. everything went well.. 2 rod cast irons has successfully screwed tightly on both 2 bones in his right arm... good for him though.. dapat la bercuti panjang.. if not asyik keje memanjang.. he received loads of visitor during visiting hour.. even his boss from about every rank i would say.. datang jenguk him.. GM, head of section, manager etc.. ada yg sampai 2 kali dtg bwk plak bos2 lain yg tinggal jauh as far as sepang, ampang.. sangat bagus.. patut la dia sanggup stay lagi keje kat situ walau pon graveyard shift.. lucky him! as for moi, i don't really mind stay there, bcos they sell such a delicious pastries in the cafe.. yummy yummy.. even mom fall in love with them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2619310202267735285?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2619310202267735285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2619310202267735285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2619310202267735285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2619310202267735285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/08/virgin-of-road-accident.html' title='virgin of road accident'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-9026720462997429614</id><published>2008-07-23T05:08:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:53:03.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>spiritually cleansed</title><content type='html'>i went to ESQ training session last weekend.. at first i don't know it would be based on quran sunnah.. or there would be any correlation between history and science with quran.. i just thought it would teach us on how to control emotional and spiritual.. i kind of needed this spiritually cleansing session though after feeling down couple months ago.. after feeling so give-up with life.. astagfirullaha'zim.. berdosanya aku.. sedang allah almighty tak pernah give-up pada aku yet.. alhamdulillah.. allah beri kesempatan bertaubat dan beri hidayah dari tempat yg tidak disangka2.. at first my name wasn't listed because my others' collegue supposed to go.. but since she couldn't make it.. HR replaced my name.. so me, alhamdulillah with open mind and open heart.. i said ok.. at least I could be away from the office for a while.. that's the main reason though.. so why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm still at home so very sick.. with sore throat, very high fever, bad cough, flu etc.. even the doctor gave me 2 days MC.. because he said my temperature is quite high.. and if the fever still wouldn't subdue after 2 days.. come back to the clinic and do blood test.. to check if it's dengue fever.. oh gosh!.. that's clearly the doctor perception.. the truth is.. my heart was pumping so fast and i feel seram sejuk is because of feeling so scared, so kerdil, so berdosa, so not worth it to received hidayah from ALLAH the ALMIGHTY.. sesungguhnya allah itu lebih dekat darimu dari urat lehermu sendiri.. i'm imagining myself as a dust.. without this body, bones, blood.. i'm simply a dust.. i'm simply nothing..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never been to this kind of training before.. for me it is very powerful and very truthful and very mind blowing.. i never thought of life would be this way.. we already know most of the stuff they taught in there.. it is the question of how much do we 'absorbed' that knowledge in our life.. this is really something out of the box thing.. the training consist of singing, games and not talking semata.. and the speakers is a very charismatic and a very good story teller.. plus a very good looking as well.. so very eye candy to look at.. so tak sempat la aku nak mengantuk.. suka sangat cerita pasal rempit, status quo of social status, shopping trip to bandung, and even tarian poco-poco yg aku pon sampai now still tak tau apa ke mendenya tu.. he is well versed with our m'sian esp melayu society life.. walau not local people... maybe dah lama based kat KL kot.. study pon kat UIA dulu.. no wonder la kan..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is yg dia sampaikan tu banyak betolnya.. banyak kebenarannya.. since that example is so very near to us.. for example, me myself yg rasa macam dah penat sangat nak buat keje kat umah.. sampai aku terfikir berapa lama aku larat nak buat mende2 ni semua sorang2.. why adik2 aku tak nak tolong aku buat mende2 tu.. tapi whatever kita give kita forget.. cukuplah malaikat sebelah kanan ni menulis amalan baik kita..            cukuplah bonus yg ALLAH akan beri pada kita di kemudian hari.. but of course.. semlm kita ingat mende tu.. tapi hari ni lupa balik.. sesungguhnya hidupku matiku hanya kerana allah ta'ala.. i learned all this thing at school.. but then bila dah lama2..  dah lama tak praktikkan apa yg belajar dulu.. rasa macam tersesat jalan pulak.. and what i like the most sebenarnya tak menjadi dosa if kita ada cita2 besar.. cita2 mahu menjadi kaya raya.. cita2 mahu menjadi org yg berpangkat besar... and do everything with hardwork and perfect way.. bcos whatever Allah creates are all perfect.. tapi apa sahaja yg kita lakukan itu MESTI berpaksikan kepada ALLAH.. which maybe most of us not practiced.. the question is are we able to do that or not? this is the classic scenario knowing but not practicing.. ilmu yang kita dapat HARUS disebarkan dan diamalkan.. in fact this is one of the question that would be asked later.. adakah ianya antara amalan yg termasuk dalam amal jariah yg kita kerjakan.. wallahu'alam..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this training includes scientific findings and historic events to support ayat Quran.. i always love it when they do this thing.. i always try to fascinate myself with whatever God's creation.. bcos whatever HE creates is always PERFECT and BEAUTIFUL.. very clear and near example is ourselves.. very complicated chromosoms, DNA etc.. even before this pon i like science.. and i try to relate them with ayat Quran.. that's why i try to read Quran with the meaning as well.. but here they do it more precisely and more accurately.. and in a very subtle way.. and I do treasure history.. walau even masa kat sekolah tak suka sangat.. but now I try to read and learn anything related to history.. sangat emotional bila cerita pasal rasulullah SAW.. memang from sekolah2 dulu pon if belajar pasai Nabi Muhammad SAW.. mesti rasa sayu sedih hiba sangat.. when baginda kena baling batu, when kena cemuh and kena maki dek kafir quraisy.. ya allah ya tuhanku tetapkan rasa kecintaan padaMu dan pada Nabi Muhammad yg ada sedikit di dalam hatiku ini selama2nya... aminn..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we see where to go, we see how to go, now is time of total action to achieve pengabdian diri pada ALLAH.. to all my friends, minta maaf jika saya menyusahkan kalian semua.. minta maaf pada segala keterlanjuran kata perbuatan sengaja atau pon tidak.. terima kasih kerana atas rasa kasih dan sayang telah mengambil berat berkenaan diri saya.. sangat concern and sangat caring.. hanya ALLAH yg dapat membalas jasa2 kalian.. jika nabi muhammad SAW itu tiada, mungkin kita juga tiada di sini.. cintailah allah, malaikat, rasul, kitab2 and hari kiamat.. and our long term vision is syurga... please go here https://esq.com.my for more info.. i highly recommended this training.. jika ada kelapangan.. and kelebihan rezeki.. please take time and invest your money on this training.. you will become alumnis for the rest of your life.. the benefit is whenever they conduct the training, you can join and participate to 'RECHARGE'.. for free of charge..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-9026720462997429614?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9026720462997429614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=9026720462997429614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/9026720462997429614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/9026720462997429614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiritually-cleansed.html' title='spiritually cleansed'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-7317162757797850656</id><published>2008-06-25T06:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:34:44.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>beware!</title><content type='html'>Recession is coming.. make your own judgment, don't panic !! &lt;br /&gt;Do what is wise. &lt;br /&gt;The recession looks very eminent. It is really time to take pro-active steps to avoid a painful time in the next two years which is how long the recession is expected to last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions: &lt;br /&gt;1. Don't take any loans, buy homes, properties with loans, or even cash. Keep as much cash as possible. &lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off as much of personal loans, private loans, as debt collection will be hastened. &lt;br /&gt;3. Sell any stocks you can even at lower prices.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take money off from Trust Funds. &lt;br /&gt;5. Don't believe in huge sales forecast from customers, be extremely prudent, lowest inventories, reduce liabilities. &lt;br /&gt;6. Don't invest in new capital. &lt;br /&gt;7. If you are selling homes/properties/cars, do it now, when you can get good prices, they are going to fall. &lt;br /&gt;8. Don't invest in new business proposals. &lt;br /&gt;9. Cancel holiday plans using credit cards. &lt;br /&gt;10. Don't change jobs, as companies will retrench based on 'last in first out'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool, wait, and if you took all of the above actions and more, you probably will be better off then many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a rumor. Bear Stearns is the first of many banking and financial institutions that will start falling in the not too future. If Bear Stearns can fall, so can JP Morgan, Citibank, HSBC, and the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US economy falls, the rest will crumble. India and all those self economies will be the most protected, but not gullible. Europe may be a little stronger, but not China, another giant! Malaysia will see significant impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOoooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOOoOOOOOoooooOOOoooooooOOOOOooooooOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received this forwarded email from a friend.. i kind of see this thing coming, too.. am i a psychic? NO! it was just a hunch.. with everything going on in the world  right now.. price of basic necessities going up like crazy.. who knows when it'll stop?.. natural disaster i.e. flood, tornadoes, drought and so on.. an unfortunate events i.e. political turnmoil in some of the countries.. we kind of feel that slight  change after the election as well.. so, i kind of see it coming to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7317162757797850656?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7317162757797850656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7317162757797850656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7317162757797850656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7317162757797850656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/06/beware.html' title='beware!'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-5674554404365789814</id><published>2008-06-22T07:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:21:53.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoy thingy'/><title type='text'>a letter from heart</title><content type='html'>dear sisters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this letter to cleared some air and expressed myself in a right way.. as you all know when i'm blasting out in rage, i tend to babbling-out and most words that came out of my mouth were like bullets.. sharp and fast.. which sometimes i regret that i did say that.. so i guess i better put in words (and in a civilized manner) of what and how my feelings towards whatever you've done.. i just felt that it is one of my obligation that i need to fulfill.. and simply because i love you all..   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i know that i'm not the nicest sister you all have maybe because of our distance relationship when you were still little girls.. i'm away from home across the globe.. and that i think shaped our relationships today.. our bonds seemed a bit shaky.. you were all grew-up before my eyes blink in your own way and i wish i was there to guide you.. i'm still here to guide you.. anytime anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish everyone is perfect.. i still hope that, but i know it is impossible to wish the impossible thing to happen.. but the most important advice i wanted to give is.. NEVER CROSS THE LINE.. it would be difficult to turn back to the original position.. i know the life on the other side of the line seem like a happy place to be.. let say if you did cross the line.. it is like you're left stranded and thirsty in the middle of the desert.. and you thought you see an OASIS in a hot steamy day.. but the truth is THERE IS NO OASIS.. THERE IS NO WATER TO DRINK.. then only you realized what you saw from the other side of the line was all ILLUSION and NOT REAL.. i know you don't know what LINE i'm talking about... it is what we called GREY area.. like grey shades in a pie chart.. no one ever perfectly know where is the line.. but you have to clear your mind.. and make the right choice/call/judgement.. if you're in that 50-50 situation.. when you're stuck in the middle.. never do the 'unconventional' things too far.. mistakes are acceptable.. but not the BIG one.. or not SMALL one but REPETITIOUS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the oldest ~ please grow-up!.. i never wanted to yell and to scold you.. you are about to get married for GOD sake.. i expected you to help me out with the house chores because you are the only one i could depended on.. at least i thought so.. but     you always pissed me off.. you treat the house like you're living in the hotel.. at least they have housekeeping to do chores but we never have one.. the fact is you're back at home sharp after working hours.. could you help me out a little bit since my timing to reach home is the most unpredictable one..  but still even i reached home after 10pm at night.. i still washed the dishes (both full sinks) simply because i never wanted mom to do for us.. and my eyes sores simply just by looking at them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the middle ~ you're my only hope.. i'm counting on you.. because we do have the same character.. but you'll do it when you feel like doing it.. i never couldn't expected it would be done on a daily basis.. especially now since you have a boyfriend.. your time seemed pre-occupied with special/prior engagement.. i know you're the smartest one in the family.. but that doesn't give you a privilege to not helping us out at home.. you're still a sister and a daughter.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the youngest ~ you know what you did was VERY VERY 'unconventional'.. and i felt like slapping you when i discovered it in the mall when we were out together.. but i never wanted to make a SCENE right there and then.. you would felt embarrassed and ashamed of having me as you sister.. i try to refrain myself from exposing you.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aku bukan jenis yg suka bukak aib orang&lt;/span&gt;.. i could see disgust from your brother's face.. all three of them.. it felt like you back-stabbed us with a really sharp knife on our's back really fast and really hard.. so before you make some stupid decision to pierced somewhere on your face THINK LONG AND THINK HARD!.. you are not living alone by yourself on this earth.. you still have mom, dad and me who cares on whatever you'll do!! we're not dead yet you know! in the future, please compose yourself in a very DEEP thought process and think about people around who lives with you.. what would they say/feel when you do this or that.. DO NOT BE SELFISH!.. your friend maybe think you're so cool to do that or whatever.. but they would easily leave you when you're in trouble! i bet my word on this! clearly, you're in THE MIDDLE OF THE LINE.. 50-50 INDECISIVE on whether to go for it or not! or maybe you're already so sure to do this.. it doesn't really matter.. because YOU DID CROSSED THE LINE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired both work and home.. that's one of the reason i wrote this letter to all of you.. so simply put your feet on me and mom shoes.. we are so tired being expected to be like bionic woman and do just about everything.. don't it ever occurred to you all that we needed help?.. besides, we live in the same house together.. it's not like we live in the hotel and there's nothing to do besides sleep or shower or eat.. there's house chores to do.. simple thing without me to have to yell at you to do.. i even hated to yell because of this small thingy.. it's part of your responsibilities.. as a sister and as a daughter.. if you never wanted to change.. let me tell you one thing, it is a very tough world outside.. when you're done with your studies.. if you never wanted to take responsibility on simple things like this.. then, i guess you would never have a tough skin to survive in reality world.. and people won't trust to give you something extra simply because you're simply lack of responsibility.. and plus people don't like to befriend with lazy people.. &lt;br /&gt;and NEVER betray the trust family's has given to us.. it's a privilege you never wanted to lose.. family will STICK with you FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i apologize for everything harsh i said to you all.. i never meant to say those words.. i just hope you all change/grow to a BETTER/GOOD HEART person.. not change to a WORST/HEARTLESS person.. i do hope that at least you feel twitched or at least has some compassionate.. rasa belas kasihan for me and mom.. we're not getting younger you know.. if let say you don't love us.. and hate us so much!!.. think of this advice as if i'm pinching real hard to wake you up from DREAMING.. if you have a HEART you would be at least try to change yourself.. at least, proof it to me that you're capable of changing yourself.. and proof it to me that i'm so dead wrong!.. but if you don't feel anything, then probably you're an ALIEN or non-homosapien from a different planet.. and probably you're not even my sisters..    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;from, &lt;br /&gt;-your so called evil sister who love you all so very much-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5674554404365789814?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5674554404365789814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1706205888911982830</id><published>2008-06-21T00:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:12.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>i wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNsqx-saI/AAAAAAAAAP4/W-WmkyelyhQ/s1600-h/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNsqx-saI/AAAAAAAAAP4/W-WmkyelyhQ/s400/china.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214198267125871010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNtFbTV1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7KIfgW896yw/s1600-h/pisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNtFbTV1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/7KIfgW896yw/s400/pisa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214198274278512466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNtGi50TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ieu2AACVrg8/s1600-h/russia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNtGi50TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ieu2AACVrg8/s400/russia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214198274578829618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNgB0xlEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/khRNJJKMqAU/s1600-h/goldengate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNgB0xlEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/khRNJJKMqAU/s400/goldengate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214198049973310530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm not here at my workstation and working.. i wish i would be :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ in front of the tower of pisa italy&lt;br /&gt;~ sightseeing downtown of st petersburg or moscow russia&lt;br /&gt;~ riding a gondola in venice  &lt;br /&gt;~ inside the musee du lourve paris &lt;br /&gt;~ watching euro game in stadium whether in salzburg or vienna&lt;br /&gt;~ on top of the great wall of china&lt;br /&gt;~ in cabin lodge overlooking snowy mountain and frozen lake in kashmir&lt;br /&gt;~ on a boat ride on the lake michigan chicago&lt;br /&gt;~ somewhere in the middle of the prague city&lt;br /&gt;~ in the university of edinburgh (simply love the campus view)&lt;br /&gt;~ somewhere in the heart of tokyo city&lt;br /&gt;~ picnic outing on the river bank overlooking the golden gate bridge california&lt;br /&gt;~ walking down the street somewhere in christchurch or auckland new zealand&lt;br /&gt;~ on top of the alps or the everest mountain &lt;br /&gt;~ shopping somewhere in downtown of vancouver canada&lt;br /&gt;~ in the middle of the 'gold souk' in dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perform prayer in the masjidil haram makkatul mukarramah or masjid nabawi madinah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aminnnn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1706205888911982830?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/SFyNsqx-saI/AAAAAAAAAP4/W-WmkyelyhQ/s72-c/china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1671981707869255686</id><published>2008-06-20T04:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:21:06.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy time'/><title type='text'>sour cream news</title><content type='html'>mom has been hospitalized since last monday.. i've been accompanied her to do her check-ups this couple of weeks.. earlier than her scheduled appointment.. so i kind of see this thing is coming.. since she already started her practical training in b@ngi.. at least for 2 weeks.. she'd been very busy and tired i guess.. that's why her asthma is getting worst.. plus she couldn't bear the long drive back and forth for 1 1/2 hour journey everyday.. she's clearly needed break and rest.. plain and simple.. so it wasn't really surprising..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my bro got his result the day after mom admitted.. it was pretty impressive i would say.. i never thought he could pulled it off.. well, based from the last semester result, of course.. but he did it with flying colors.. it was top and off the charts.. almost 3.0 cgpa.. he's the one who always surprised me with things.. and most of them were GOOD THINGS.. although, his looks is like one of the '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mat rempits&lt;/span&gt;'.. i remembered i said this to him, '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biar la muka macam mat rempit tapi hati bersih, baik and educated&lt;/span&gt;'.. so, i guess it is easy to talk to the 'lurus bendul' ones rather than to the 'adventurous but sneaky' ones.. plus he already got the scholarship to stay there.. despite his thought of moving to the college somewhere here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's it for now.. i'll update later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mom already check-out from the hospital just now.. alhamdulillah..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1671981707869255686?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1671981707869255686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1671981707869255686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1671981707869255686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1671981707869255686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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since we'd planned this occasion.. i would say it was a success.. 90% of person who'd planned to attend made themselves available on that day.. only one person couldn't make due to sickness/bad fever.. according to her, she would always fall sick after school holidays.. i would say it was due to lack of nutritions.. on the school holidays she's been working like crazy and would always skipped breakfasts and lunches.. i guess that's the major reason.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the price of fuel has (and still) fuel-up as well, like a shooting of rocket to the moon this last couple of weeks.. i have planned not to drive.. the plan is i would go to kl on saturday and spend a night at my friend's house at @mpang.. then, we would go together the next day.. it was such a relief to be away from home once in a while (kind of evil statement.. i know..) moi met with jaja at klcc around 5pm.. we did some window shopping.. it was kind of last minute decision though.. i'm supposed to meet her at seti@wangsa.. but i thought, it's been months since my last visit.. so what the heck.. sambil menyelam minum air.. i don't know when i'll be in kl after this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI i had been 'fasting' from shopping probably started 2-3 months back.. last thing i bought was a blouse from t0psh0p.. it was on 50% sale.. i had planned to buy that blouse since first laid eyes on it.. if it goes on sale.. and it did.. i'm so happy to made the purchase that day.. i even found out recently the price had been marked down further.. well, maybe the blouse was too decent.. i guess people would go for sleeveless or short sleeve version..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to the luncheon story.. by 1pm everyone who had submitted their's name to come has showed up.. mostly took the train.. it's easier and convenient since some of us were not familiar with the place.. we had 2 separate line-up of tables.. 1st group who came in early consists of moi, jaja, amy's family and matun's family.. azfa joined moi and jaja later since she'd came alone.. 2nd group consists of mimi's family, iffah's family and kak emi.. there was one hiccup, i would say.. the waiter refuse to fire-up the stove because there's only 2 person on that table, kak emi and her brother who'd came in late than everyone else... i guess the waiter expected the two of them to join the rest of us.. because we had about 4 other spaces on each table which is seated for 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) emi's family of 3, 1 child - 1 space&lt;br /&gt;2) moi, jaja and azfa - 1 space   &lt;br /&gt;3) matun's family of 5 - no space&lt;br /&gt;4) mimi's family of 3, 1 child - 1 space&lt;br /&gt;5) iffah's family of 3, 1 child - 1 space&lt;br /&gt;6) kak emi and bro, 2 persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i understand the reason why.. but the thing is the table was not separated even from us.. it was just next to each others and line-up together.. and the restaurant was not even packed with people at that time.. if 'bulan puasa' maybe la we would consider.. and what about a couple then?.. would they refuse to fire up the stove too? luckily, azfa and iffah had done a good job fighting for this.. even spoke with the manager on the phone.. there was no manager on duty at that time.. they depended solely on the workers who are not even local and expected to maintain the profit.. not forget to mention rude manners towards us all.. goshh.. tak paham gue.. so, in the end problem solved after fully forced and determination from azfa and iffah.. thanks and good job you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, managed to catch-up with everyone.. emi yg dalam dilema whether to further study or to follow husband relocate to s'p0re.. matun the housewife.. mimi, jaja and moi are kind of in the same boat.... bosan dgn keje.. azfa, yg same-0 same-0.. working with dad, nak kisah apa.. iffah, the dedicated gov servant.. kak emi, kaki yg bertambah sakit due to accident in past years.. and still bertahan ulang alik keje kat kl.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy seeing you all and hoping that we will meet again in the near future.. including outstation people.. especially chem in taiping (the pity sick lady) and dayah in sg petani (the always with reason).. priority to meet both of you, since you guys are still single.. until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7795966864075659089?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7795966864075659089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7795966864075659089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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still broke&lt;br /&gt;~ so very frustrated with everybody at work and home&lt;br /&gt;~ so very sick mentally and physically&lt;br /&gt;~ so very demotivated to fight of surviving this life&lt;br /&gt;~ so very clueless on how to improving financial situation&lt;br /&gt;~ so very loss to find way out of a very deep and dark labyrinth &lt;br /&gt;~ so very fed-up taking unscrupulous orders from people&lt;br /&gt;~ so very hate on feeling unsecure on just about everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from, &lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3025506861284975909?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3025506861284975909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3025506861284975909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3025506861284975909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3025506861284975909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/03/emotional-entry.html' title='emotional'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-4116618872544540292</id><published>2008-03-09T11:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:12.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>double birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R9QayMSAvlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dFD92sLoB5Q/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R9QayMSAvlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dFD92sLoB5Q/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175791321348095570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 55th Birthday to mom on 1st March.. &lt;br /&gt;and Happy 21st Birthday to my sister, Nurul on 9th March..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have good health, fortune and happiness throughout your life.. &lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes come true..&lt;br /&gt;May you live longer to lead a wonderful life..&lt;br /&gt;May God lead you to the right path and shine you with the light..&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you in whatever you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from, &lt;br /&gt;loving daughter and sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-4116618872544540292?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4116618872544540292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=4116618872544540292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-3110878432285967058</id><published>2008-03-09T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:36:02.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>the tsunami election</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sunday March 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds of change sweep Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE first sign of a massive setback for the Barisan Nasional came at around 6pm. Incumbent Lembah Pantai MP Datuk Seri Shahrizat Abdul Jalil sent an SMS to say that she was going to lose her seat to her Parti Keadilan Rakyat challenger Nurul Izzah Anwar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballots that were coming in did not look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Women, Family and Community Development Minister said she had tried her best but gave an assurance that she was calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Penang, my colleagues sent messages that Gerakan acting president Tan Sri Dr Koh Tsu Koon was trailing newcomer Dr P. Ramasamy in the Batu Kawan parliamentary seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gerakan, MCA and MIC were all wiped out, they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became clear by 9pm that the Opposition had snatched the state from the Barisan, sending shockwaves throughout the country as Malaysians braced for more shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sungai Siput, MIC president Datuk Seri S. Samy Vellu put on a brave front as feedback came from his supporters that he had lost his parliamentary seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them he was going home for a bath and did not return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of many politicians, it was a political tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more, Kedah also fell to the Opposition, then Selangor and Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wounds inflicted by the Opposition were easily the worst for the Barisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in 1969, the then Alliance only lost Penang and Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Penang, the then opposition Gerakan, together with DAP and Parti Rakyat, won 20 seats against the Alliance’s four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kelantan, PAS had 19 and the Alliance 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The People’s Progressive Party could have formed the state government if it had decided to forge a coalition with Gerakan, PAS and the DAP but the PPP refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PPP was just two seats short of forming the government but it refused to work with Gerakan, DAP and PAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in that onslaught, Kedah remained safely in the hands of the Alliance with 14 seats against PAS’ eight and Gerakan’s two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night’s results stunned Barisan leaders and the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expected the winds of change to come to Penang and Kedah but they missed out on Selangor, certainly the jewel in the crown for the Opposition this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barisan had focused its attention on the anti-establishment sentiments of the non-Malays but overlooked the mood of the Malay voters in some states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a sense of denial in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Barisan, they had expected some dents in the predominantly Chinese areas and a serious challenge from PAS in the east coast states but certainly not in Selangor and Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the non-Malays had their share of unhappiness, there were issues that cut across all races such as the cost of living, corruption, mismanagement and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the grassroots level, there were perceptions that Barisan, following the massive win in the 2004 polls, had become too strong and that there was a need for a strong check and balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004, the Barisan had 198 seats against 21 for the Opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voters, especially those in the urban areas, obviously wanted to send a strong message to the leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted their MPs to be more humble and certainly more careful with their choice of words, whether at their party assemblies or in Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a big mess to be cleared – new state governments will be formed in Penang, Selangor, Kedah and Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at press time, PKR secretary-general Tan Sri Abdul Khalid Ibrahim is expected to be made the new Selangor Mentri Besar and almost likely, his predecessor Datuk Seri Dr Mohd Khir Toyo, the opposition leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Penang, DAP secretary-general Lim Guan Eng will likely be the new Chief Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But federal-state relations will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Barisan still in control of the Federal Government, it may even review its numerous projects in states lost to the Opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the most industrialised state in Malaysia, Selangor will be affected in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12.30am, the Barisan had secured a simple majority to form the government although there were neck-and-neck races in many seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, however, the clear winner was the democratic system in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite claims to the contrary, the 12th general election proved that democracy was very much alive in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3110878432285967058?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3110878432285967058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3110878432285967058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3110878432285967058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3110878432285967058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/03/tsunami.html' title='the tsunami election'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-221361391899710230</id><published>2008-03-08T22:23:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:47:53.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>the civil duty</title><content type='html'>for those who already exercised your right to vote.. i do hope that you had vote wisely.. as for moi, this was my first time ever to exercise my right.. so, i was really looking forward for that kind of experience.. alhamdulillah, everything went well and smoothly.. I didn't even have to wait and queue on the line.. since there was not so many people around at the time when moi, mom and my sister arrived at the polling centre around 11 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, people has made their choices.. we wanted to see some changes... less corruption.. efficient governance, administration and transparency in the government... sometimes change is good.. i do hope that something good will come out of this transition.. for candidates who had won their seats, please do take your job seriously.. it is such a huge responsibilities and i know it is very hard.. nevertheless, do whatever you can to keep the promises you made before the election..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd heard one of the collegue who would not cast his vote simply because he opposed of the present ruling government.. so, if you simply sit there and do nothing.. do you think that the government would simply exchange hands in its own way? you have at least to cast your vote if you wanted your voice to be heard.. that's simply your job.. and the least you can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm being more patriotic now than ever.. maybe because i'd been away from home for a very long time.. malaysia is my home.. i love being home and i'm very proud to be malaysian.. as for the old saying says, &lt;em&gt;'hujan emas di negeri orang, hujan batu di negeri sendiri, baik lagi di negeri sendiri'&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-221361391899710230?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/221361391899710230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=221361391899710230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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don't know if the title is suitable enough for this entry.. one of dearest colleague experienced betrayal by another colleague.. not long after that, i experienced the same thing.. it came from a very close friend.. i felt like someone had slapped straight and hard to my face.. it was all began with one of our friend kind of needed help.. and the other friend who back-her up has made assumption and accusation of moi not being supportive enough for this so called 'needed friend'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for why i'm not being supportive enough... her being in trouble now.. her being such in a deep s**t.. is because of her own wrongdoing.. towards her parent.. for me, this is the root of all problems she facing right now.. yet, she acts as if this is not her fault, and nothing has to do with her.. being whiney and go on and on and on endlessly about her problems.. as if we ourselves live in a problematic free life.. as if she's the only one with the most difficult life in the world.. most of the trouble were usually involving and revolving around monetary.. things that i hate so much is that she could act all this innocent and pitiful of herself.. since been single back in the college days.. until now being married to a man who is most likely like herself.. what a perfect match to caused double trouble.. i know this because, another good friend of mine told me about this.. she was the wedding planner of the troublesome friend.. and she had witnessed a lot of disturbing things around the house.. and which i believed whatever single little thing she told me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't want to help her.. i wanted too.. i have my own reason for not doing that.. maybe because i have a very strong and firm principle than anyone else on this matter.. that's why i'm being assumed/accused of so called unsupportive and unhelpful enough.. so i kind of gave up.. for me, what's the point of i'm feeding her fish everyday.. if she herself doesn't really want to CHANGE her life.. my wedding planner friend.. was helping out by not only feeding her fish but teaching her how to catch the fish as well.. but this so called needed friend seem ungrateful enough to have all these beautiful and helpful souls around her.. who are willing to help her in every way.. she would simply pinjam duit org sana.. pinjam duit org sini.. and her attitude towards her family is that she just order everything she wants.. i.e. mak nak duit, mak nak makan.. because of her attitude and willpower who simply doesn't want to CHANGE.. that's what pissed us (moi and the wedding planner) the most.. and NOT that i don't want to support and help her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might change my mind.. if she is willing to change her attitude and all.. as for the time being, that's where i stand.. if it takes 10-20 years her to realize what she's done is very wrong.. so be it.. and for this friend who called me unsupportive and unhelpful enough.. sorry, if my help and support doesn't really achieve your standard and par level.. because my definition of help is if there's any wrongdoing done by one of my close friends, i'm responsible to point that out.. and another thing is, if you really sincere wanted to help, you don't have to buzzing around to let everyone in this whole world knows.. so there, i rest my case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;note: different people take things differently.. you said, you always think good thing about other people.. yeah, that's your way of taking things.. not all people capable of doing that.. people like me, who happen to know the other side of the story.. just couldn't close my eyes and agree on whatever wrongdoing being done.. please bear that in mind before.. in case next time to assume people this and that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-611960440391429539?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/611960440391429539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=611960440391429539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/611960440391429539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/611960440391429539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/sequel.html' title='the sequel'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-8854135771428328281</id><published>2008-02-29T21:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:49:07.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>bsb concert reunion</title><content type='html'>actually, I have no idea when this group would be coming to msia.. on monday, as usual with monday blues.. and with non-working mc staff..  I'm totally swamped with work... apparently my friend called a few times, moi with no avail.. then received email from her, and persuaded moi to go with her.. I said I don't know.. I'm too busy with work.. I called her crazy for wanted to go to that concert.. then, she replied I'm the one who crazy with work.. yeahh.. she was right on that one.. I didn't take it personally though... then, I asked what about your husband?.. knowing him who is not really into this boy band.. I still asked anyway.. but he's more into n'ysnc than bsb.. sorry min.. aku kutuk kau! benda betol pon kan? Kau kan suka JT.. hahaha.. so, that was a big NO.. he wasn't going.. then, rina and one of farid's colleague wanted to join.. as for moi, I'm still undecided at that point..  farid said 'come on la.. this is like our reunion with bsb after 10 years we'd been to their's concert back in st louis'.. that's very true and makes me thinking.. fine!.. point well taken.. what the heck.. since I've been working like crazy.. and no play at all.. I do kind of needed a break anyway.. at last farid, moi, rina and rina's sister were the final pack to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for moi, the almost one hour concert was compact, energetic and entertaining.. they called it beach party with bsb.. maybe because of the venue at sunw@y surf be@ch.. I knew it from the poster after the concert.. the only flaw was sound system.. as usual.. and the waiting.. haishh.. we'd all saying that 'bsb ni janji melayu'.. cos time stated on the ticket was 8pm.. we'd waited until almost 9.30pm.. finally, moi got a glimpse of AJ, howie, nick and brian came out wearing like boxer's robe.. did dancing and boxing move a bit.. they started with a few new songs which we didn't really familiar with.. so we just went along with the music.. ada terselit sikit 'larger than life'.. but it was just for a couple of lines.. after some time, they pumped it up with the oldies hits.. haa, baru la tau.. baru laa familiar.. as long as you love me, show me the meaning, backstreet back etc.. moi sucks at remembering the song title.. tapi bila nyanyi memang I know.. sorry la yer kawan2.. hahakss.. in between, each of them performed their's solo.. AJ and nick sang some kind of rock song.. brian and howie, sang somewhat similar to what they always sing in the group..  the last song they sang was 'shape of my heart'.. after our's 'we want more!.. we want more!' magic chanting.. as for the pictures, battery went dead earlier before long the concert last.. not so many captured.. I did meant to capture for all kind of wardrobe they'd wear.. they'd changed 3 times.. and surprisingly it didn't really took long at all.. first, they wore full suit of black leather.. secondly, changed to grey tux.. thirdly, colorful tshirts.. then, for the final song, they put on like batik/hawaiian shirt over the tshirts they wore before that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scariest experience ever after the concert.. in order to access upper parking level we had to go through a series of escalators.. I think that's the only and obvious way.. because I don't see any other way if let's say I wanted to go to the 3rd or 4th floor parking level.. unless they open up the backstage area.. or we go back inside the mall which was kind of complicated.. I'd never been to this beach area, so I don't really know.. imagine stream of people on 1st escalator.. that escalator was supported by small connecting space to continue to the next escalator.. what happened  to the 2nd escalator  was that it suddenly stop moving.. so, this bunch of people were standing still and waited until it moving again.. but the problem was that the 1st escalator below was still moving continuously and sending more people to that small connecting area.. and had caused a frantic over there.. it was like they had pushing toward each other.. but truly, it was not the case.. so upon seeing that, moi and farid, kept on walking, passed through a few of standing still people.. even though that escalator was stop dead right there and then.. the problem was management who handling the flow.. I don't know if it was really a technical issue.. or a person handling the escalator was non-expert on how to operate.. they seemed kind of clueless.. if you wanted people to climb the stairs by stopping the escalator, just put it to stop altogether.. another horrific moment, the 4th escalator went down instead of went up.. it was sending people down and clashed with the people who were sending up by the 3rd escalator.. so they kind of collided on that small foyer.. can you imagine how scary that was?.. I was imagining what if I'm the one who fall and got stampede by all those already panicking people? phieww.. that was really close call.. luckily, moi and farid, reached upper level safely.. we didn't even looked down.. we kept on going and climbing the escalator even though it was at stationary.. rina and her sister, were also lucky cos they had waited a bit longer rather than took that 3rd and 4th escalators.. otherwise, they'd be among who fall down when the escalator changed its direction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the scariest ordeals after the concert.. despite neck and leg aches due to long stretched of all our limbs to catch glimpse of the real life of backstreet boys performance.. we had so much fun.. 10 years ago we were at their's concert in &lt;a href="http://stlouis.cardinals.mlb.com/stl/ballpark/index.jsp"&gt;Busch Stadium&lt;/a&gt;.. we were so farthest away up on the upper level of the stadium.. last wednesday night, we could at least see and wave them all in person.. not boys but a very macho manly guys to ogle at indeed.. haha.. it was such a lost that Kevin was no longer with the group.. at least, we felt younger by 10 years.. and we love ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-8854135771428328281?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8854135771428328281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=8854135771428328281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8854135771428328281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8854135771428328281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/bsb-concert-reunion.html' title='bsb concert reunion'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-5813900706990236989</id><published>2008-02-24T11:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:21:29.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>facebook again..</title><content type='html'>finally, I'm the newest member of the facebook... I did managed to keep track of few lost contact friends.. to my surprise.. even my senior whom I know that not really IT savvy person.. was already a member there.. sungguh ketinggalan zaman la moi.. one of the dearest friend flew to sweden early this month to work on her phd... waaa.. sungguh banyak news for me.. now I totally agree this facebook thingy is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5813900706990236989?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5813900706990236989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=5813900706990236989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5813900706990236989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5813900706990236989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/facebook-again.html' title='facebook again..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-1938775704853754074</id><published>2008-02-24T02:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:13.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>crazy cruel craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7fqFe0W4dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J7NZXockHhU/s1600-h/CruelLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7fqFe0W4dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J7NZXockHhU/s400/CruelLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167856477323846098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you asked me about any local or current soaps showing on tv.. I  probably don't know and I could careless to know... my craving is the one and only with Kore@n soaps... I know it sounded so 'ancient' or maybe because it's been forgotten nowadays since the Winter Son@t@ made its debut.. no other Kore@n soap could outrun that story.. that's for sure.. it became such a phenomenal and hit tremendously in malaysia.. I believed that's the turning point of Kore@n drama in malaysia.. although I wasn't here at that time around to witness the anticipation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, I wasn't into this soap thingy at all... just out of curiosity, I wonder what is so special about this series anyway.. my sister managed to borrow  the CD from her friend.. so I'm very determined to watch and to complete the series at one go.. and I did .. since I have nothing to do at home.. still jobless at that time... after that, I became sort of addicted to Kore@n series.. I guess they have several 'X' factors which influenced me to watch them all... first of all, they don't have that vulgar love scene to sell.. secondly, they rely heavily on the drama itself.. for me, the line spoken sometimes is mind-blowing.. I never thought that it can be delivered beautifully.. so that makes the script was very well-written..  thirdly, their attitude and behavior are so polite and so gentle.. compare to us.. I'm talking about their courteous mannerism toward others i.e. driver to pedestrian.. that courteousness and politeness culture reflect their's daily life.. but how about us? we always said that it is part of our culture.. nonetheless, we did get a little jumpy when one of the survey result found out that we're not even 50% up to the courtesy standard.. for moi however, I'd kind of fall for that.. because it is very true.. it never reflects our manner.. and it never shows in our daily life... I know you would argue that it were all just acting.. but I've been to the lovely country.. and for me, I believed that some of the acting were true.. although not 100%.. of course.. and finally, they have young talented handsome actors and beautiful actresses to ogle at.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, I'm watching 'Cruel Love' at KBS world.. every Monday and  Tuesday from 9pm to 10.15pm.. I preferred to hear them speak in Kore@n language.. rather than hearing voice over in Cantonese.. it is just so annoying.. I wanted to hear the actor's/actress's original voice.. not someone else's voice whom I don't know.. so if you're interested.. let's us make date on mon and tues then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1938775704853754074?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1938775704853754074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1938775704853754074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1938775704853754074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1938775704853754074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-cruel-craving.html' title='crazy cruel craving'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7fqFe0W4dI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/J7NZXockHhU/s72-c/CruelLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-3209729756137416607</id><published>2008-02-15T04:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:13.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>Amazing Race Asia II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amazing-race-asia.axn-asia.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7gQX-0W4eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7IYyRLex96o/s400/amazing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167898576593281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been waiting with full anticipation the season finale of &lt;a href="http://amazing-race-asia.axn-asia.com/"&gt;the Amazing Race Asia&lt;/a&gt;.. and I would say I  loved the twisted ending!.. congratulation to collin and adrian on their stunning race performance during the final leg.. although at first it seemed like they never could outrun the filipino team.. but in the end, they proved to us that they were capable of doing just that.. I've been supporting this team  since the season started.. maybe in  favor of adrian's hearing and talking impairment.. I guess it's just so boring to support the strong team.. because they tend to become over-confident and over-arrogant over their's top place dominant.. but I would praise the filipino boys for not getting head over-the-heels on their consistent performance became 1st (or 2nd) on most of every leg.. I lost counted on how many times of their's top place winning.. on top of that, they were fully aware of  their strong side-by-side contender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it is de-javu that the strongest team would never win.. if you keep track the winners of the past seasons.. remember rob and amber in the original version of amazing race? they were at the top during the earlier race.. but ended-up being eliminated.. because of their's own mistakes.. and were not even in final 3.. devastated news for them.. but delighted news for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget our malaysian team.. I would like to give a standing ovation to pamela and vanessa.. the team finished at 2nd place.. they'd also never thought that they could come ahead the filipino boys... I even have doubt with this team at first.. but it showed that girl power is still working its magic..  maybe they got it from zabrina and joe jer who'd won the 1st pilot season.. it's also  proved that 'Malaysia Boleh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the final road block task, they need to arrange 10 flags according to the country they had visited in correct order.. there were total of 13 flags provided for them to choose.. filipino boys had decided rowilson to do the task.. if marc has done the task instead of rowilson.. the terminator team would never had a chance to win.. it seemed like marc knows to most of the answer.. compare to row who'd struggled to  get the right flag...  adrian was representing terminator.. he just like, as row called him, a ninja.. who'd shoot the flags in their's holder like a crazy ninja... disability is not the reason to hold back to live a wonderful life but to live life to its fullest.. congrats to the Terminator team!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3209729756137416607?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3209729756137416607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3209729756137416607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3209729756137416607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3209729756137416607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing-race-asia-ii.html' title='Amazing Race Asia II'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7gQX-0W4eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7IYyRLex96o/s72-c/amazing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-9197744418180686811</id><published>2008-02-10T04:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:58:58.298-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan2'/><title type='text'>reunion on facebook.. or not..</title><content type='html'>in conjunction with chinese new year long holidays.. my friends and I had set our reunion/gathering  luncheon at m@rchee d curve  last thursday.. I had spaghetti and ice raspberries tea.. and that was it, my lunch.. since we'd so busy chatting and gossiping around.. we totally forgot to have the desserts.. it think we spent around 3 hours in there.. after that, waiting for one more friend who is the owner of 'Little H@ven'.. whom I know briefly back in Milwaukee.. she has 4 children now.. 2 boys and 2 girls.. what a bubbly family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most stores were closed during that day.. I managed to mingle around for a while.. then, I'd decided to head to ike@.... which was jammed packed with people.. as usual.. the same scenario during any other holidays.. i.e. hari raya, christmas.. because my family is one of the reason that cause the frenzied crowd.. usually during 'hari raya' holidays.. since we don't have any out of the town village.. so mom would always asked us to drop by at ike@ whenever we go to visit families in KL.. I guess that's how city folks celebrate raya or any long holidays celebration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received numerous invitation to become a member of facebook.. I tried though.. but I don't know what happened, I just couldn't access it from my lotus notes email.. I don't know if it either because of the notes or the pc.. and I'm tired of trying you guys.. a friend who'd kind enough to invite me.. thank you so much.. and I think I might confused myself since I have so many ids and passwords to remember.. either it's related to work or not.. they are more than 5.. work alone are more than 6.. personal ids.. I simply lost track of the numbers.. the thing is I'm being threaten by dearest friends to become one of the member or otherwise I won't get to see the pictures of our gathering.. or invitation to anything... so cruel heh? what an extortion.. I totally forgot to bring my own camera on that day.. what a bummer!.. so, should I join facebook or not??..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-9197744418180686811?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/9197744418180686811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=9197744418180686811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/9197744418180686811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/9197744418180686811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/gathering-on-facebook-or-not.html' title='reunion on facebook.. or not..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-5601730922034972523</id><published>2008-02-09T03:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:13.694-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>engagement party</title><content type='html'>my dearest sister was engaged on her 23rd birthday last 19th January 2008.. I'd kind of expected this would coming.. and moi being older by 8 years still yet single and available.. ehm ehm.. so what my family say about this? well, for your information, it's not just me she'd skipped.. she skipped her 2 brothers as well.. since I'm the eldest and also the big sister, the pressure of course was heavier on me.. but you know, I never felt that pressure though.. so full and proud of myself heh? well, it's just I never wanted to over-think and over-burden myself.. I have this tendency of over-thinking and over-doing things.. just ask my close friends.. and they know that I am.. I couldn't sleep if I started thinking on heavy stuff like this i.e. marriage.. my mind won't stop working until I find the solution.. I used to be like that.. always edgy and worry what other people might think of me.. but over the time, I think I've become less paranoid, less perfectionist.. I try to control my mind.. I try to stop myself from over-thinking when i.e. the bed time comes.. or when I feel so restless.. which means I needed a break desperately.. I think if I keep that up, I would have OCD-obsessive compulsive disorder... seriously, I might.. for this marriage thing, I know in my heart, it is just a matter of time.. I have faith and believe in that.. what I need is your prayers for me to meet a good and descend person.. that's all I'm asking.. thank you for all your concerns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's plan of the food was actually suppose to be a tea-break kind.. i.e. 'meehoon, 'mee' or 'laksa'.. instead we had this sort of late-lunch 'nasi beriyani' with complement of beef curry, 'dalca' and 'acar'.. on top of the original plan tea-break kind of serving.. 'roti jala' with complement of 'serawa durian' and chicken curry.. and 'kuih bakar'.. the 'nasi' was my auntie's idea.. since she's the family chef.. so we just follow whatever chef said.. the drink were consist of 2 kinds as well.. cold syrup and tea (as my 'nenek sedara' called it 'teh nipis').. it was really a grandeur feast for us.. according to the plan, the other party would be arrived around 2pm.. after zohor.. but then, we'd waited until 4pm.. still no sign of them.. and as I expected enough they'd arrived around 'asar'.. what a plan heh?.. I would say it was a family affairs for the other side.. because they brought along quite an entourage.. there wasn't enough space in our hall.. despite earlier I thought it would be enough since we'd cleared most of the furniture outside of the house.. the only one left was dining table.. some of their's family members had to sit outside.. but it wasn't really outside outside.. it just outside of the sliding door, where a place for us to sit around leisurely and have our tea after get home from work in the evening.. what an ironic, I would say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of grandeur.. the 'hantaran' were all grand.. it's not easy to find simple 'hantaran' nowadays.. everything were all grand.. compare back in the days.. from what I had witnessed during my older cousins's engagement 'kenduri'.. it were really simple, as I recalled.. maybe because it were long time ago.. and already became ancient stories, heh..  our side was suppose to give 7 'dulang'.. but instead we gave 9.. the additional 2 were from my beloved brother and his girlfriend.. lepas geram kot sbb tak dapat kawin dulu.. hahaha.. as for how long is the engagement period.. the guy's family asking for this june.. but mom said after 'raya'.. let's she catch her breath first.. that were her exact words.. since she has prior plans to attend to i.e. several office's trips.. as for moi, so agreed with mom.. I'm so swamp right now.. plus me and mom won't be around on April.. where we will be? you just have to wait to find the answer.. tungguuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R6-94-0W4aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qp_RJsYoRuI/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R6-94-0W4aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qp_RJsYoRuI/s400/collage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5601730922034972523?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5601730922034972523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=5601730922034972523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5601730922034972523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5601730922034972523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/engagement-party.html' title='engagement party'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R6-94-0W4aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qp_RJsYoRuI/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-4789399705336500612</id><published>2008-02-08T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:41:32.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>new year.. new me..</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit behind to comment on this subject.. I'm aware of this.. it's just I never make or renew my resolution every year.. for me, it's really up to you when you want to accomplish your resolution.. and sometimes you can even do it in 6 months.. so should you wait until a year is over then only you make plan on another resolution? for me, it's just a guideline... maybe because it pleased your ear.. and the timing is easy to calculate rather than 365 days.. or 12 months.. or 8760 hours.. or 525600 minutes.. or 31536000 seconds.. a year is an easy guideline for new resolution.. for me, by right I should be working around the clock on my resolution.. every seconds every minutes and every breath you take is counting..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolution is always the same thing.. to become a better person.. as I reached to adulthood phase of life.. I can see clearly the transformation I'd made.. from rebellious selfish un-hearted teenager to calm compose and selfless person.. may I keep all this good things all along until the day I die.. and hoping to perform lesser sins.. the other area I would like to improve is expenses area.. in terms of my spending habit.. so that I have more buying and saving power... as of right now, I just don't have that freedom yet.. with fixed wage and price rised-up on just about everything I buy.. I just don't understand why is it really easy the price to go-up rather than go-down.. I mean I do understand because we're living in the world where capitalist controls the economy.. it's just when will it end?.. when will us finally living in the fair world.. plus it doesn't help with our wage being reviewed once a year.. if we're lucky, we get some.. if not, we'll have that same wage till next year review coming up.. I think I just might have to adjust and be prepare on whatever coming in the way.. one of my dearest friend warned me of this recession thingy.. which of course we never know when it comes.. it'll comes unannounced without knocking on your door.. so, this is a reminder for myself and to all my fellow friends out there..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of death.. I received a devastating email a few days ago from alumni mailing list.. one of our senior has passed away due to a heart complication.. his age was only 33 or 34.. I forgot his full name, and I'm not really close to him back in the college.. but he was the one who responsible on lodging and transporting new students like us from airport to the college.. it was a reality check for me, that you will never too young to die.. it's just a matter of time before we too, will follow his footsteps.. I pray that I still have time to prepare good deeds, and 'taubat' myself from every sins I've done... I pray that GOD keep guiding/leading me to a right direction and never ever leave me alone in the darkness.. may GOD bless him.. Al-Fatihah to allahyarham Halim and everyone who'd left us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's bring me to another reality check.. to keep a good health.. you never know what you have inside of your body.. every little pain or sickness, never treat it lightly or ignore them completely.. please take care of your health no matter what happened.. if you give excuses i.e. you have no time to take care of your health.. later when you sick, you'll make or have time in the world to do anything to get your health back.. take a good care of yourself before anyone else.. I know people depend on yourselves to do just about everything.. I know because I am.. nonetheless, if you're gone because of your carelessness, then it's just unforgivable.. to you and your dependent.. love yourself first before someone else.. that's my resolution for today.. what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-4789399705336500612?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4789399705336500612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=4789399705336500612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4789399705336500612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4789399705336500612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-new-me.html' title='new year.. new me..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-2675058311135619668</id><published>2008-02-07T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:26:20.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>catching-up</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I updated this blog.. I'm leading a very hectic life after raya last year.. since new boss came in, it was all work for me.. and no time to play.. but started last month I'm making slot for futsal though.. since everyone at work were all very tense and edgy, we'd try to rev-up futsal training as soon as possible.. it was the only way to release tension and go away from hectic crazy work.. only GOD knows when all this madness will end.. I'd been buzzed by a dear colleague which highlighted on my non-existence post entry.. so this is a tribute to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth.. there's a lot of things going on in my life.. besides a detour and a major turning point in career life.. oh, if you're thinking I'm getting a promotion.. it's totally NOT that.. it's just a change of different job scope and responsibilities.. in my opinion, it's just more stuff placed on my plate.. I'm having trouble to finish them lot at one go.. until today, I'm still struggling to get everything right and fast.. but with little resource and poor data maintenance system.. I just couldn't get everything done right on time.. even if I started working at 5 in morning.. I still couldn't finish those reports on time.. plus I still have to provide support to the system users.. which sometimes I just feel like all crap.. sometimes I wonder why do I have to entertain all those stupid questions.. because they'd been doing this everyday... and still keep asking you the same questions..  again and again.. if it involves new things I don't mind at all to assist them.. in any way I can.. even though sometimes it's beyond my power and authority to help them.. if I feel like I'm too swamped to handle these things.. I just avoid phone calls.. sorry, I just couldn't deal with that at the moment..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to upload some pictures.. if I can find them.. I have a lot of them.. but just don't know where are they located right now.. pc in the office is working at a snail pace mode.. there's no way I'm uploading the pics there.. I'll try to find time at home.. even home is also a working place for me.. so, I better stop here.. if I continue, I would go on forever and ever babbling about my boring non-stop working around the clock life.. I'll see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;moi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2675058311135619668?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2675058311135619668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2675058311135619668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2675058311135619668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2675058311135619668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2008/02/catching-up.html' title='catching-up'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-2008277580002631895</id><published>2007-09-19T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:13.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to johor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7FavO0W4bI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zeb3lEe90Jo/s1600-h/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/R7FavO0W4bI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zeb3lEe90Jo/s400/collage4.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-6283049829112671147</id><published>2007-09-15T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:13.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan Al-Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RvCrulctAAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9opHc5KPEvY/s1600-h/ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RvCrulctAAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9opHc5KPEvY/s320/ramadan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111774393880346626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, ramadhan 1428H menjelma lagi.. syukur pada Ilahi kerana dipanjangkan umur dan bertemu kembali dengan ramadhan tahun ini.. sesungguhnya aku sangat teruja dengan kedatangan ramadhan kali ini.. mungkin kerana usiaku bakal menginjak ke angka baru dalam bulan ini juga.. sesungguhnya kedatangan ramadhan tahun ini membawa makna yang mendalam pada diriku.. aku berazam untuk mengisi segala masa yang ada dengan ibadah sejajar dengan anjakan umurku.. ada satu hajatku yang belum lagi kesampaian iaitu untuk menyambut ramadhan di tanah suci.. semoga dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki untuk sampai ke sana.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepada yang mengenali, aku mohon keampunan kemaafan andai ada terlanjur kata, tersilap bicara dan juga perilaku yang mengusik naluri dan jiwa.. sesungguhnya kesilapan itu berlaku tanpa disedari dan tanpa niat di hati..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk ramadhan kali ini, aku berdoa untuk semua muslimin dan muslimat semoga dipermudahkan dan diberi kekuatan diri untuk meningkatkan segala amalan.. semoga ibadah puasa dan segala amalan kita diterima olehNya.. semoga kita menjadi hambanya yang soleh/solehah sehingga ke akhir hayat.. semoga ramadhan kali ini akan menjadikan diri kita insan yang lebih baik dari sebelumnya.. insya'allah.. ma'assalamah.. ahlan wasahlan ramadhan al-mubarak 1428!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-6283049829112671147?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6283049829112671147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=6283049829112671147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6283049829112671147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6283049829112671147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/09/salam-ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title='Salam Ramadhan Al-Mubarak'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RvCrulctAAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9opHc5KPEvY/s72-c/ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-4913273184198133291</id><published>2007-08-30T06:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:47:01.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>I want to wish 50th Happy Birthday to our beloved peaceful nation, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our country always be in peaceful and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected more good things will be coming and more 'Independence Day' years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Merdeka Malaysia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-4913273184198133291?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4913273184198133291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=4913273184198133291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4913273184198133291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4913273184198133291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/selamat-hari-merdeka.html' title='Selamat Hari Merdeka!'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-4761961234682097770</id><published>2007-08-21T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:45:24.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>langkawi.. after a decade..</title><content type='html'>it has been more than a decade since I set foot on Langkawi island.. yes.. I know.. it's been a long time and it's the truth.. I remembered the last time I went there was with my college buddies during college days to watch LIMA exhibition.. ironically, we'd rented a Hyundai car (cannot recall what model, I'll remember when I see one) for our ride.. I just couldn't remember what year was that.. maybe if I can find photos of us there, then only I can recall.. at that time, the island was kind of deserted.. compare to today which is crowded not only with people.. but also with all kind of duty free shops.. they were sprung like mushrooms sprung to life after the rain.. the langkawi I remembered was mellow, peaceful, calm and quiet island.. with sandy beaches and small chalet along the beach.. back then, there were no tall building on the island.. now, hotels are big and tall.. roads are becoming narrow, small and tight.. although those 2 same opposite lanes were there since GOD knows when.. in addition to that, most of sundry shops were build at the roadside.. which make things worst.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was organized by my mom's office.. almost most of all her unit were going.. in total of 10 families.. kind of family day specially organized for/by her unit.. 2 executive coaches were needed to chauffer us all from Shah Alam to Kuala Perlis on Friday nite.. we reached there the next morning.. we didn't have to wait long for ferry ride.. luckily, the ferry co made special announcement for us when it was time to aboard.. obviously, bcos we was one big group.. they also had reserved designated places for us on the ferry.. so there was no hassle there.. so far the journey was smooth as silk.. it took almost an hour to reach Langkawi jetty.. I never thought it was that far though.. the ferry was packed with people and luggage.. at the jetty, we have to wait for our ride.. I thought we all would be chauffer on the bus.. apparently, they'd rented a van for each family (for small family which comprised of 3 or 4 person.. they would scooched together 2 families in the same van).. since our's was among the big one, we do needed our own van and chaperon.. luckily, my 1st bro joined us all.. at first, he didn't really confirm to join this trip.. it was supposed to be my 2nd bro.. but he just couldn't make it.. busy with his class and work.. otherwise, we wouldn't have any driver to drive that old van.. moi, my mom, my 2 sis (one is underage and one with no driving experience) and 3 little kids.. even my mom hadn't see this coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside of the trip I would say, weather and missing luggage.. not luggage la.. a plastic bag with all those kind of expensive chocolates.. my leg were still sore of running around back and forth to those endless duty shops.. choosing all kind of varieties and comparing prices.. sigh!.. luckily my mom save some in her hand luggage.. but most them were the cheap one la... dah takde rezeki nak merasa yg mahal2.. maybe next time around.. weather was gloomy and rainy.. the farthest part we went was underwaterworld.. that was it! I should plan this trip ahead if I really want to cover most part of the island.. rasa tak puas hati berjalan this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for family bowling tournament we were 4th from 10 families.. it was GOOD! considered only moi and mom participated in the game.. my 2 sisters memang tangan kayu.. baling ntah macamana.. bola itu melompat2 macam katak.. nasib takde org yg cedera.. pelik aku diorang tak penah main.. me during college days dah terjebak in this game.. my bro, he'd been imported to another team which has only 3 team members.. so, nak cukupkan korum jek.. tak percaya gak aku dia tak penah main bowling.. betol rupanya! nasib tak masuk dlm team kitorang.. hehehe.. berlagak sungguh! tapi lama2 tu ok laa.. boleh catch up.. ala guys ni.. senang jek.. it's my 2nd bro yg terror in all sort of sports.. you just name it.. futsal, bola, badminton, bowling, skateboard.. among sports yg I know he played.. hockey and rugby jek tak join lagi.. if he has time, moi believe he will play one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-4761961234682097770?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4761961234682097770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=4761961234682097770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4761961234682097770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4761961234682097770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/langkawi-after-decade.html' title='langkawi.. after a decade..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-7337665447553606745</id><published>2007-08-13T05:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:14.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>let's play futsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdId6iP4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UWZuEXFtS6U/s1600-h/futsal6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdId6iP4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UWZuEXFtS6U/s320/futsal6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099584553117433730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *before the game.. muka semua nervous jek.. senyum pon terpaksa..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdPd6iP5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/iLw2A7PkPjg/s1600-h/futsal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdPd6iP5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/iLw2A7PkPjg/s320/futsal1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099584673376518034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*after played versus siapa ntah.. semua pancit..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdYN6iP6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nT9Reus07rU/s1600-h/futsal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdYN6iP6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nT9Reus07rU/s320/futsal2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099584823700373410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*konon2 main dalam court.. panaskan badan and training*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi was chosen to be a 'bidan terjun' to represent company's ladies futsal team.. there was a friendly match between motor group which was held yesterday, sunday at s*nway sports planet.. pagi2 dah kena pegi... lagi awal dari moi datang keje.. hehe.. so as usual, muka2 yg sama jugak la main semua game i.e. netball, badminton.. tapi bcos I'm not the great player and not the strong one.. telah kena yelled with team manager.. and moi was withdrawn from the game.. sempat beraksi for the first half time only.. I'd kind of felt bad though.. tapi takpelah.. dah tau my position must be on reserved bench... so tak kuasa aku nak berasa hati.. ikut ajelah apa manager cakap.. next time around I won't listen to whatever people outside of the court say.. semak jek... I did shout when other people played but not in a directive way.. just cheered for them.. but some people love to boss other people around.. so there goes my ketidakpuasanhati!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi the best part semuanya memang bersemangat waja.. and we all had fun.. even most of us has zero experience with futsal.. apatah lagi lawan tournament.. so, seronok bcos we were not the last one although not the champion.. even though our's place is second from the last.. 3/4.. still quite impressive for a futsal virgin like us.. adalah 2-3 org yg penah main.. tapi majority memang tak penah main.. 1st game semuanya nervous.. jadi lost to LR.. 2nd game dah gained confident sikit.. so menang 1-0.. AB ni nampak jek lincah.. tapi sepak bola ntah ke mana.. and lagi teruk drpd us jugak rasanya.. hehe.. jahat aku.. final game sbb lawan dgn the big team.. so.. takut jugak.. jadinya byk defense.. itu yg seri.. our scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY vs LR : 3 - 2 (LR is the champion.. so at least we all kalah tak malu.. this team consisted of senior2 player.. makcik2 yg siap bawak anak2 main.. diorg ni jugak terror main netball.. boleh kata terror dlm semua sukan la.. cos from past record kitorg asik kalah ngan diorg ni..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY vs AB : 1 - 0 (this team was sungguh berlagak.. their's men team pandang us sebelah mata.. as if we all tak boleh main.. suka hati aku!.. their's men team was also kalah to our's men team.. lagi tambah suka aku!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY vs SDAM : 0 - 0 (masa memula tgk SDAM ni main.. abis dibelasahnya AB.. 3-0 if not mistaken.. memang we all gerun la tgk diorg ni main.. and they also have one player who plays in skuad kebangsaan.. haa amik!.. mau tak kecut semuanya.. I expected they would be the champion.. since aku balik awal.. tak tau siapa yg menang.. tapi mmg confident SDAM would be the ladies champion.. rupanya salah tekaanku..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final ladies placement:&lt;br /&gt;1) LR &lt;br /&gt;2) SDAM&lt;br /&gt;3) HY&lt;br /&gt;4) AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final men placement:&lt;br /&gt;1) FO&lt;br /&gt;2) HY - Workshop&lt;br /&gt;3) HY - Technical&lt;br /&gt;4) FO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for men, one co sent more than 1 team, like us sent 3 teams.. and 2 of them were in leading place.. so not bad huh.. us ladies, nak cari org utk cukupkan 1 team pon payah, lg nak tambah jadi 2-3 teams.. tidak laa akan tercapai mission itu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe if we all rajin turun practise or main at least once a week ke.. mesti boleh belasah SDAM tu.. hehehe.. semangat tak abis nih.. apa2 pon I had fun.. takde la injured teruk.. since aku main sekejap jekkan.. the best players I would say our's defense and our's goalkeeper.. they were awesome!.. even denga compliment from opponent's supporters.. 'GOALIE TANGKAP BAIK!!' bcos she did manage to save most of the 'serangan yg bertubi2' from our opponent.. sadly dia pon dah nak blah.. tapi hopefully can still keep in touch and continue to play with us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tak penah aku citer pasal sport camnihkan.. waaa.. sangat impress!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7337665447553606745?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7337665447553606745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7337665447553606745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7337665447553606745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7337665447553606745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-play-futsal.html' title='let&apos;s play futsal'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsVdId6iP4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/UWZuEXFtS6U/s72-c/futsal6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-4858073742263283515</id><published>2007-08-10T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:14.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>story of my dissappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsPQH96iP3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2kJ_N9EEraI/s1600-h/ceragem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsPQH96iP3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2kJ_N9EEraI/s320/ceragem.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148038411272050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on my dissappearance.. 2-3 days after 'rombongan cik kiah' I had a very very bad diarrhoea.. I went to panel clinic first.. apparently medicine from panel clinic didn't work well on me.. I still had to run back and forth to toilet.. 1st day went to clinic nothing serious happened..  doc just gave me regular medicine.. then, I went back to the clinic for 2nd day.. the doc said I was badly dehydrated.. *&lt;em&gt;memang aku tak makan/minum.. cos semuanya keluar balik&lt;/em&gt;* so doc decided to give me an IV fluid.. this 2nd time trip to the panel clinic, my mom had to drive me.. she was also mc that day to collect her monthly supply of medication.. cos I'm just not capable and brave enough to drive.. so she volunteered to do so.. apparently the clinic didn't has smaller pack of fluid.. so they had no choice but to injected me with a larger pack version (had no idea how many ml).. which took more than 1 hr to complete.. *&lt;em&gt;mom sampai tertido2 atas kerusi.. moi also mengantuk2 atas katil tu.. dah la sejuk beku&lt;/em&gt;*.. first time in my life I had that experience.. *&lt;em&gt;memang teruk giler&lt;/em&gt;*.. at night I couldn't sleep well.. *&lt;em&gt;tido pon tidur2 ayam jek.. memanjang keluar masuk toilet&lt;/em&gt;*.. even after I took the medication and been injected with the fluid.. still there was no changes on my pain.. it was still painful in my stomach.. after that I went to non-panel clinic with also the same result.. as far as working goes.. I didn't really care any more.. *&lt;em&gt;apa nak jadi pon jadilah&lt;/em&gt;*.. there were days when I went to clinic and got mc.. but there were also days which I couldn't really wake-up and in no mood to go out and take mc.. I took EL instead.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, when mom saw moi took the same medication.. again and again.. even  after I completed the course, I would go back to the clinic and asked them to refill them for me.. or simply said my condition is getting worst not getting better.. they would eventually either gave me the same supply or added new one on top of the old ones.. moi mom said this was not right.. maybe you should try different things.. she brought me to this massage thingy.. actually, she had informed me about this stuff long ago.. but I just you know.. kind of ignored her in my own way.. bcos she herself doesn't really go regularly for the treatment.. I thought I don't really have problem with my health (so far until I was getting very2 sick).. the treatment is a combination of 5-in-1 treatments.. 1)massage 2)acupressure at &lt;em&gt;chi&lt;/em&gt; point 3)maxibustion ('bertungku') 4)Far Infra Rays 5)chiropractic.. the treatment is done on &lt;a href="http://www.ceragem.net"&gt;CERAGEM&lt;/a&gt; master bed.. you just lay down and relax yourself.. the maxibustion or 'bertungku' using this heated stones embedded inside the bed.. in this case they are using jade stone which are heated and rolled onto your body.. the reason of using jade stone is that it can give/spread more Far Infra Rays (FIR) into your body.. as for massage treatment, it will goes along the way of your back-spine.. and stomach too (during final stage you have to turn around so it can massage your stomach).. this treament is a combination of east and west.. combination of chi philosophy, acupuncture, chiropratic and so on.. it's called &lt;a href="http://www.ceragem.net/"&gt;CERAGEM&lt;/a&gt; and the best part it is FREE.. and they're encourage you to come everyday.. I've been visiting this place since my days of pain and agony (about 1 month).. now, I could feel the difference.. as of to-date I feel no pain no more but I still watch out on whatever goes into my stomach.. *&lt;em&gt;phobia lor&lt;/em&gt;*.. so that's why I even willing to sacrifice my lunch hour or even my lunch meal to go for 40 minutes treatment.. so far, they have only 4 outlets if I'm not mistaken Desa Hartamas, Cheras, Shah Alam and Sg Petani.. I think I missed one more outlet bcos they just a new one.. I even brought my sister over one day bcos her sinus problem is worst than mine.. and she said she loved it! but they only open during office hour for working days and half day on saturday.. so you better check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: now, I can fit into my old pants back! What a painful way to loose weight.. I'm not recommended to you all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-4858073742263283515?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4858073742263283515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=4858073742263283515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4858073742263283515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4858073742263283515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/08/story-of-my-dissappearance.html' title='story of my dissappearance'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RsPQH96iP3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2kJ_N9EEraI/s72-c/ceragem.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-381043266249678518</id><published>2007-08-02T04:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:21:21.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>rombongan cik kiah</title><content type='html'>ni sebenonya cerita lama.. dekat sebulan jugak.. tapi sbb dah lama tak update blog.. cerita la jugak.. telah follow my momnya rombongan to n*lai.. weekend tu takde buat apa pon.. drpd nganga dok kat umah, moi pon ikut la.. kononnya tak nak shopping.. tapi setelah tengok barisan kain2 ela yg berderet dalam kedai.. semua org pon tergoda.. rambang mata dgn berbagai jenis kain, bunga dan warna.. moi pon bukan selalu beli kain.. baju raya semua beli dah siap.. biasalah orang terlebih rajin.. moi paling tak cerewet bab baju kurung.. lain2 mende cerewet sikit.. mak aku pon telah tergoda.. jadi kitorang telah memborong: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total kain ela yg dibeli : average 3 pasang @1 kedai (ada yg lebih dari 3)&lt;br /&gt;total kedai yg disinggah : 3 (tak sanggup nak masuk semua kedai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas shopping2 kat n*lai..  singgah al*manda.. aku pon confuse pegi al*manda tu buat apa.. sebenonya singgah makan and solat jek.. plannya nak ke masjid p*trajaya.. tapi sbb tak sempat.. nak pegi lawan bowling lagi kat p*ramid.. jadinya tak sempat la nak berjalan sakan kat p*trajaya nuh.. sempat la bergambar2 kat tengah panas dataran tu.. oo lupa.. main purpose of the rombongan is bowling tournament.. plannya main kat al*manda.. tp sbb bowling alley kat al*manda tu full.. fully booked by p*tronas for family day.. jadinya terpaksa la tukar ke p*ramid.. since ramai staff yg tarik diri weekend tu.. ada kenduri la itulah inilah.. yg tinggal berapa kerat jek.. itu yg moi mom ajak sekali.. budget mmg dah ada and dah dapat pon.. dah bayar pon semua.. dijalankan jugak plan tu walau tak ramai yg turut serta.. kiranya moi jadi pemain jemputan.. lawan dgn staff.. kwang kwang kwang.. lawak giler.. moi taklah terror main bowling.. sbb bukan selalu pon pegi main.. sekali sekala boleh la.. bestnya moi was the 2nd best player.. and our team was also the 2nd best.. alaa.. beza 2-3 mata jek dgn 1st one.. kalo lawan dgn opismate moi would be the 2nd last worst player.. ini nasib baik lawan ngan makcik2.. boleh la aku tunjuk terror.. tapi memang kelakar la sbb lawan dgn makcik2 yg kecoh and happening giler.. ada 1 makcik ni kata 'seumur hidup aku tak pernah main bowling'.. hehehe.. tapi saja for fun and saja suka2.. kiranya mission accomplish.. utk merapatkan hubungan sesama akhwat.. moi dapat hadiah lg tau.. so itulah ceritanya rombongan cik kiah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*moi akan cuba menempek gambar setelah ditemui.. tungguuu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-381043266249678518?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/381043266249678518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=381043266249678518' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/381043266249678518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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from very large space in 1 st floor to tiny crammed cubicle in ground floor.. honestly speaking, I just couldn't breath at this new surrounding.. temperature is freaking cold as if I'm living in Alaska during winter season.. so very open wide space.. no privacy at all! couldn't even 'mengular' or surf internet.. bosan!.. and this is kind of not final jugak.. I think our job is at stake.. not even sure if our services will be needed here.. ntah2 aku kena pindah kulim.. since locally assembled vehicle operation would be centralized there.. ntah2 satu company kena pindah kulim.. here would be HQ for motor division.. and filled with all stuck-up, phony, kiss-ass kind of people.. I just don't like this kind of culture.. simply bcos I don't know how to act around this kind of people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time for me to go.. do and explore different thing.. one thing about me.. I'm kind of afraid to go out there.. firstly bcos it's been a while since 'I jumped'.. secondly, afraid of not getting what I want.. afraid of being broken hearted.. hmm.. sometimes, it's hard to get what you want.. but eventually you'll get it.. that's what I believe.. from my past experience, GOD would shows the miracle way on getting what I want.. you just have to follow the right way.. not the wrong ones.. of course, it's easy to follow the wrong ones.. which probably consists of several different ways.. the right way might only consists of this ONE way.. the ONE and ONLY.. yes, it is very easy said than done.. I'd kind of experiences nervous breakdown here.. but I wouldn't want to show it to anyone.. some people think there is something interesting happened in your life.. and that kind of thing shows on yourself.. i.e. pretty face, happy.. really? I don't think you can trust that 100%.. here is the tips.. for myself, it's usually the other way around.. between sad and happy.. if I show happy face too much, there must be something bad happen to me but I kind of managed to put it aside.. but if you see me kind of sad, I'm probably happy with something.. seriously! I'm not lying.. I'm kind of scared to be over-happy bcos scared that I would crushed the next day.. things like that.. I'm afraid that I will jinxed the whole happy/sad thing.. that's why I chose to be in the middle.. mellow and show no emotion.. that's perfect.. that's why I'm stone.. bcos some people think they can simply judge ourselves from whatever emotions show outside.. I think you'd been fooled.. now I do understand why some people so curiously to get to know me in depth.. which I feel kind of bizarre.. bcos honestly, there's nothing interesting happened in my life.. just normal little things which I'm not intended to tell the whole world about them..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is not what I intended to blog about.. I'll continue later on updates..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-6688080841989343390?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6688080841989343390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=6688080841989343390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6688080841989343390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6688080841989343390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally.html' title='final which is not been finalize'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-469243856779161649</id><published>2007-05-21T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:14.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>family affairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RrFcdeK51HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ezSW2D9fGvo/s1600-h/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RrFcdeK51HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ezSW2D9fGvo/s320/collage2.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movie on Friday nite with my sister.. since she was back home from college.. in fact it was her mid-term break but due to extra-curricular she had to handled/organized, she had to stay at hostel.. at first we want to watch spiderman.. but from the timing I knew we couldn't make it.. plus my sis wanted to buy her college supply.. so, we decided to watch 'NEXT'.. by nicolas cage and julianne moore.. it was perfect timing.. not too late, not too early.. but the movie was kind of flat.. and kind of confusing, a bit la.. we missed the movie for a few minutes due to long queue at the supermarket.. this what I called watch the movie for the sake of watching the movie.. usually I would watch that one particular movie that I really wanted to watch.. that's it.. I'm not the frequent visitor to cinema.. for this movie, I'm kind of regretted and kind of felt moi money was poured down the drain.. that's it.. enough said already.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, saturday nite.. mom asked us to get ready for dinner.. selalu camtu.. last2 minit baru nak inform.. hesh.. so we were ready after maghrib.. but my youngest sister was still not back home.. since she was the reason moi mom having this dinner.. and also in conjuction with mother's day last week la.. she had a nite over at her's fren house for hers' birthday party..  but my sister, she has this kind of habit of telling moi mom at the very last minute and rushed out from house (sound a bit familiar like moi mom, rite?).. macam budak2 nak lari dr umah.. and lebih kurang cam biskut chipsmore.. 'now you see, now you don't'.. sepantas2 aku pon idak ler sampai begitu sekali.. sometimes aku pon tak paham la perangai budak2 ni.. why la susah sangat nak honest ngan your parent.. and moi mom pulak dah lepas dia takde tu baru nak mengamuk marah2 mana dia pegi and so on.. apsal tak marah masa dia nak pi tadi? aku usually malas nak masuk campur.. bcos if aku involve sekali nanti jadi mende lain.. melarat ntah ke mana.. last2 aku yg gaduh ngan mak aku.. so due to my temper and impatient yg which I already knew that I will make the scene worst.. usually moi dad would settle this on behalf of my mom.. so my dad call her where was she whereabout during that time.. she was from bangsar (that fren of her has this very socialite mom who is willing to drag her daughter when-ever and where-ever she goes.. aku pon tak penah sampai ke bangsar tu..) ntah party mana dia pi aku tak tau.. plus it was also her's birthday on that sunday.. so maybe she and her fren had planned double birthday party.. I don't know.. so the purpose of the dinner was to celebrate moi youngest sister's birthday.. venue 'actually thai' restaurant sunway pyramid.. I have to thank you ms kay to introduced moi to this place.. which I introduced to moi mom and which she kind of felt in love instantly.. especially with that steamed fish.. even though the price were a bit expensive but I think it's all worth it.. so.. enjoy the piccas.. we had fun though.. laughing and teasing each other.. the food were form in line from one end to another end of the table.. and the waiter had to switched those main courses to make sure everyone on the table got a bit of pieces of everything.. there's how moi weekend went..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-469243856779161649?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/469243856779161649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=469243856779161649' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/469243856779161649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/469243856779161649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_22.html' title='family affairs'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RrFcdeK51HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ezSW2D9fGvo/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-7437108097554141968</id><published>2007-05-20T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:51:15.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>dosha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dosha is Pitta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/pitta.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.&lt;br /&gt;But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: You are picky but passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7437108097554141968?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7437108097554141968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7437108097554141968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7437108097554141968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7437108097554141968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/dosha.html' title='dosha?'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-7077634198405260630</id><published>2007-05-19T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:51:11.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>down memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-02.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188082339330&amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=1&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188082339330&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p1/144115188082339330/be_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=1&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188082339330&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p2/144115188082339330/be_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EUROPE SEPTEMBER 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-c9.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188084085193&amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=28&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188084085193&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p1/144115188084085193/be_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=28&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188084085193&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p2/144115188084085193/be_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA AUGUST 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-3a.slide.com&amp;channel=144115188082390842&amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188082390842&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/p1/144115188082390842/be_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=14&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=be&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188082390842&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-3a.slide.com/p2/144115188082390842/be_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEOUL, KOREA MAY 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7077634198405260630?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7077634198405260630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7077634198405260630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7077634198405260630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7077634198405260630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/down-memory-lane-europe-september-2003.html' title='down memory lane'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-7305462906557452368</id><published>2007-05-18T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:14.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>royal wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rk0vBXNLgwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B0xJYeona7s/s1600-h/rjnazrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rk0vBXNLgwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B0xJYeona7s/s320/rjnazrin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065756856317346562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The royal wedding : Blissful moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA KANGSAR: The Raja Muda of Perak Raja Dr Nazrin Shah and Zara Salim Davidson became husband and wife in a brief, simple ceremony at the Istana Iskandariah in Bukit Chandan yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Muda of Perak Raja Dr Nazrin Shah pronouncing his marriage vows to Zara Salim Davidson before Perak Mufti Datuk Seri Harussani Zakaria. The ceremony was witnessed by Sultan of Perak Sultan Azlan Shah, Raja Permaisuri Perak Tuanku Bainun and guests at Istana Iskandariah in Kuala Kangsar yesterday. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Palace officials carrying nine trays of gifts presented by Raja Muda of Perak Raja Dr Nazrin Shah to Zara Salim Davidson at their marriage solemnisation ceremony at Istana Iskandariah in Kuala Kangsar yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony began at 10.30am in the ceremonial room, soon after the arrival of Sultan Azlan Shah of Perak and the Raja Permaisuri Perak Tuanku Bainun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang Kaya Temenggong Paduka Raja Datuk Seri Wan Fathir Wan Hussain, who represented the bride’s family, paid homage to Sultan Azlan Shah and sought his permission to begin the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by the entrance of the royal court attendants with the dowry (mas kahwin) from Raja Nazrin for his bride. This consisted of 250gm of gold wafers and eight trays of gifts, including a diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return the bride’s delegation, led by Datuk Tunku Hamdy Tunku Ahmad Tajuddin, handed over 11 trays of gifts, including a silver ring, to Raja Nazrin’s younger brother Datuk Seri Raja Ashman Shah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11am, the 50-year-old Raja Nazrin, resplendent in a white Baju Melayu and sampin, calmly sat cross-legged on a yellow cushion in front of Perak Mufti Datuk Seri Harussani Zakaria and pronounced the akad nikad once without faltering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solemnisation was witnessed by Raja Ashman, Datuk Seri Mohd Salleh Ismail, the husband of Datuk Seri Raja Azureen who is Raja Nazrin’s sister, and some 200 guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, Raja Nazrin went to the next room where 34-year-old Zara, stunning in a lightly coloured long kebaya, was waiting for him to slip the wedding ring on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara kissed Raja Nazrin’s hand while he lovingly kissed her lightly on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a touching scene at the end of the ceremony as Zara hugged her relatives and wiped away tears of joy, while a beaming Raja Nazrin was congratulated by his siblings and other members of the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was broadcast live to a media centre at Sungai Perak Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon Raja Nazrin paid a short visit to the media centre and chatted with several of the more than 100 journalists stationed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also inspected the preparations being made for the Jamuan Rakyat, scheduled to be held at the Arena Square, today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/"&gt;the new straits time online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more updates on the wedding, click &lt;a href="http://wedding.emedia.com.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7305462906557452368?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7305462906557452368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7305462906557452368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/royal-wedding.html' title='royal wedding'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rk0vBXNLgwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/B0xJYeona7s/s72-c/rjnazrin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1315673658298665443</id><published>2007-05-17T06:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:29:11.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>I am the sleepyheads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/morningpersonality/index.jsp?testname=morningpersonalityogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/morningpersonality/images/still_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In the morning, you're Still Sleepy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sleepyheads like you are the reason they invented the snooze button. "Another five minutes! Just another five minutes." Okay, maybe one more...But eventually you do get up to face the day and arrive wherever you need to be in somewhat decent shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, after your initial reluctance to get out from under the covers, we'd guess you're pretty eager to get your day going. And while you probably won't be up with the roosters (or at least volunteer to be), you're able to be surprisingly productive before noon. Sometimes you just may need a little nudge or strong cup of coffee to get going. Then you'll be off and running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/morningpersonality/index.jsp?testname=morningpersonalityogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Morning Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1315673658298665443?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1315673658298665443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1315673658298665443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1315673658298665443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1315673658298665443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleep.html' title='I am the sleepyheads'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-1530845797229709703</id><published>2007-05-16T02:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:40:49.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoy thingy'/><title type='text'>road rage to raging bull</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to start this entry.. bcos I'm still feeling very pissed off since yesterday.. this incident was happened on the way back to my house after work.. I had to make one right turn at this so-called very small junction from the main road.. I'm the first on the line to make that turn, so I waited patiently.. since there were so many cars from the opposite lane, there's no harm to be more patient, right? in view with my impatient driving attitude, at least I give it a thought to sucked-up my ego and waited on the line very very patiently, which was very difficult for a person with this kind of flaw like moi to do.. then, when it was clear to make that turn, I made that turn.. behind me there was this white m*v1 (my bro also has the same color/model vehicle.. so.. I'm not totally biased towards the owner's of this particular car.. just towards this mangkuks driver..) the driver was suddenly impatiently on the rush to overtake my car during that turn (obviously the driver made that right turn same time as moi) on that one small lane road.. and the driver flashed me high beam.. for a few times, if I'm not mistaken.. what was that for? it just showed that whoever it was, just so very pissed with moi who was very slowly take my time (it seemed that time was like forever to the driver) to make the turn and kind of snail-pace to drive along that tiny road.. my car is kind of slow pick-up, I don't deny that.. yet could you just be polite and courtesy on the road? where's the manners? I had no idea who was the driver, either he or she.. bcos it was already dark outside.. I thought I went back home late enough to avoid this kind of situation.. but apparently I was wrong.. I don't like to rush home during rush hour.. I'd rather go home a bit late with smooth and clear road to drive.. but this one particular sicko and saiko driver had proved myself the other way round.. PEOPLE LIKE THEM WILL BE AT ANYWHERE AND ANYTIME.. maybe the sicko and saiko driver got stomach ache badly that he/she couldn't hold up any longer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day I was so pissed with finance dept.. today I was so pissed with IT dept.. I had to kind of use their server room to perform intra-bank transfer.. I would love not to be in this room.. (hopefully coming soon, since the bank will migrate the system to internet based application.. I don't know why they didn't do this earlier and eventually save my life..) back to that room, I needed an access to go into this room and the door needed to be shut at all time.. the problem with my access card.. it took a while to open that stupid door which sometimes I had to stand still there and look like an idiot just to open the door.. due to poor and cheap automatic door the supplier could give with what the stingy co could pay.. technically, I have to shut this stupid door whenever I enter or leave the room..  but what I do is, I go outside and pick-up my print job.. then, go in again to totally disconnect that online banking stuff.. the reason I do this way bcos my print-out usually went missing.. bcos apparently so many people using this ONE printer.. if I disconnect in advance and shut the door, I'll have to re-do the whole thing again if that print-out went missing (which were usually would be the case).. and for sure would be taking forever or equal to the quarter or probably half of my working day.. you think that's enough already to add to my misery life.. NO!.. apparently this particular guy added more burden to what already seemed tricky enough moi to deal with.. it's not that I've been doing this for 1 day.. in fact, it's already been 3 years.. everytime I went out to pick-up that print-out.. he would like purposely shut the door in a very discreet sneaky kind of manners which kind of annoy moi BIG TIME.. it is everytime, people!.. everytime he gets the chance of doing it and everytime he feels like doing it and everytime he thinks that I'm still don't get that the door needed to be shut for security purposes.. like this morning, he was behind me on the way to his place.. I was up to the printer.. he just shut the damn door in that annoying kind of manner sort of ways.. with no professional ethics at all.. for me, it was so rude!!! the best thing, other guys in the same dept, couldn't be bothered with this tiny weeny door thingy.. and here the best part, the room was surrounding with GLASS wall, not solid wall, people! meaning you could see whatever I'm doing inside.. it's only with HIM got this door problem!!! goshhhh.. I walk very fast.. dashing back and forth to the printer and then back again to the room.. as matter of fact, I will/would be gone in a blink of anybody's eyes.. could you just cut me some slack here? plus I'm the one who'd been running around from 1st to 2nd floor just to use this slow snail pace online banking thing.. NOT YOU, YOU SELF-OBSESSED GILA KUASA FREAKO!.. yet you don't have that courtesy or professionalism or even guts to say that you hate to see that door ajar even to 1 inch.. maybe there is a reason why GOD choose me to be so patient with this all kind of unprofessional unethical unettiquette unscrupulous unreasonable unrighteous people.. see, the neverending list of words has just begun for, again same as the above, sicko and saiko.. I would loveeeeee just to lash out at him right there and then.. *I'm holding my tongue very very tight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pissed off with my lil bro who had successfully caused some kind of noticing remark on the back of moi car and jammed the cd player.. I'm so tired to be mad at you la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1530845797229709703?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1530845797229709703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1530845797229709703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/road-rage-to-raging-bull.html' title='road rage to raging bull'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-3049477998894704156</id><published>2007-05-15T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:14.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklsY1XHU-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6IbzSyBNn1k/s1600-h/md3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklsY1XHU-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6IbzSyBNn1k/s320/md3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064698429851522018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was mother's day weekend.. some people might think that this day is way over-marketed and over-commercialized and over-rated.. it probably does.. as for moi, I am not entirely agree with that though.. there will be people who'll take advantage to sell more cakes, gifts, wrapping, packaging stuff when mother's day comes.. if there won't be any demand, there won't be any supply, right?.. for me, the purpose of this day is to show our appreciation, gratefulnes and love to our beloved mother.. bcos on our daily mundane routine of running around like mad between working and managing households.. I don't think we have time, not even a second to say 'THANK YOU' or 'I LOVE YOU'.. even if we do, there will be second thought to pursue that gesture.. it's either purely shyness or purely bluntness.. most probably we would ruined the moment to express whatever words we've been meaning to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people might say.. 'we never celebrate mother's day back-in-the-days.. so why now?'.. well, it was the same thing for my family too.. I have to thank to effectively/aggressively delivered ad either on electronic or print media.. now we do know that there is special day designated to celebrate mother and father.. all this information are all shoved to our face (unless you live in a secluded cave withiout access to tv, news, internet or you just such an ignorant person..) and furthermore, it is a good thing to celebrate this day.. it is for a good caused.. should we still deny it? my family will accept whatever thing that'll do more good to us.. for instance, we bought cake for my mom and she was happy with it.. we've made our mother's happy.. so, should we refrain this kind of activity next time? of course not, right? I think it was the least we could do.. I think we do need to change ourselves to celebrate the life of our's mom and dad.. bcos it's easy for us to make that transition compare to our parents.. for one day, let's put all the differences aside and save that tiring row to another time.. so come on, let's do it together.. if they are happy when, for eg, we buy them a cake or treat them with luxurious spa.. so what's you gonna do? just sit around and do nothing while other family treat their's mother to dinner or holiday?.. it's just now, there will be more celebration in the family other than birthday or anniversary.. for me, the most important thing is to make them happy.. that's it.. it will strengthen our love to them and without doubt their undeniable love to us.. but if your parent is so against this idea, maybe there's nothing more you could do.. or you could always try and never give-up.. hopefully, eventually they'll accept whatever you're trying to do.. as of between ourselves and supplier.. it is a win-win situation.. for us, we have a chance to show on how much we love our mother.. and for supplier, they have advantage to offer various kind of gifts for us to choose.. even we know that there will be no material value at all in comparison to our mother's love.. or you could just make your own present if you're so against over-marketed stuff available in the market..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish Happy Mother's Day to all my dear frens who are proudly mother themselves.. to my aunties.. one aunty in particular.. I will always respect your dedication to our family.. and last but not least, especially to my mother.. I will always try to be a better person.. thank you for everything.. I love you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suddenly, feeling so very emotional right now*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3049477998894704156?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3049477998894704156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3049477998894704156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3049477998894704156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3049477998894704156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/rationalization-behind-mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklsY1XHU-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6IbzSyBNn1k/s72-c/md3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-8574521552616061509</id><published>2007-05-14T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:15.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>amazing race &amp; antm winners</title><content type='html'>finally, the journey were over for this two reality series.. now I can relax and lay back with nothing to worry about.. and there's no need to crack my head guessing who'll win these two series.. which by the way, not really a surprise to me since I already knew the winners ahead ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklHOVXHU8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/J-l5UDJWWyc/s1600-h/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklHOVXHU8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/J-l5UDJWWyc/s320/beauty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064657567532667842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race11/"&gt;the amazing race all stars edition&lt;/a&gt; ~ eric and danielle&lt;br /&gt;eric was very tough on danielle.. he kept pushing and torturing danielle until the finish line.. and it was all worth it.. they'd been thru numbers of unfortunate ordeal during the race.. being yielded twice and being asked to leave the plane which was already on boarding.. very unlucky moment, bcos they were already sit on that plane.. with eric being on the final three twice (lost to the hippies couple on previous race which by the way I'd supported since the beginning of the race.. hehe..), he'd kind of know what they had to do to come-up top of the game.. although they were contantly bickering and yelling to each other.. it was needed in order to complete the tasks.. in a real life, I doubt they'll survive the relationship.. one is a bartender in up east-coast NY and the other one is a waitress in down-south Florida.. huh?.. I don't know.. maybe Eric showed his other side during the show.. we wouldn't never know.. so.. we'll have to wait and see what will happened.. I guessed now we have one more reality couple in addition to rob and amber.. hehe.. honestly, I don't really have a fav pick between those 3 couples: eric and danielle, the beauty queen, charla and mirna.. but if those other 2 wins, it would be cool bcos they were all-girls team.. I would/will vote for girls team.. YOU GIRLS ARE ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklPDlXHU9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/bs6lHmN1oJU/s1600-h/caridee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklPDlXHU9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/bs6lHmN1oJU/s320/caridee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064666178942096338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/mylifeasacovergirl-caridee-pg1"&gt;antm &lt;/a&gt;~ final three were eugena, melrose and caridee.. I knew who would be the winner.. I just needed to watch what kind of drama they'd anticipated during the final.. so, eugena like tyra said.. 'where was the hell this girl coming from?'.. she was totally outgoing.. truly showed her opposite side from quiet and reserve to being bubbly and confident.. for me, she truly shines.. only the judge wouldn't like that.. bcos they want her to keep that bubbly criteria all along.. and expect her to bring that up on the photoshoot, everytime.. melrose.. I'm still labelling her as a drama queen.. she was acting 'I KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO' since the beginning.. truly over in everything.. over-confidence, over-doing, over-to-impress-all-judges.. I hate the judges for not able to see the other side of her.. bcos she was gifted to overshadow everthing.. she always did that.. and always strike whenever she tried very hard to impress the judges.. caridee.. for me, who's crazy, unpredictable, minus the diva attitude.. whenever she crossed the line, she'll took a step back from the line.. and admitted that whatever she did was very wrong.. you could see whatever she's doing was natural, pure and honest.. so whatever wrong-doing comes up in the end was totally unintentional.. and bcos that's what who she really is.. caridee and eugena bonded during the final.. shared the same interest to dislike melrose.. unfortunately, it was the end for eugena.. the final was against melrose and caridee.. the final runaway show was bridal gown with horror scary theme.. caridee did exaggerate on the acting stuff during her walk.. with all sort of not-so-pretty-face-expressions.. but for me, she was cool.. melrose.. kind of overreacting when caridee accidently stepped on her's veil and torn it apart.. she was so fussed and fumed with the accident.. see, I was right.. she always always overreacting on that small tiny bitsy stuff.. just concentrate on what you supposed to do la.. heshh.. and she had to be calmed by mr jay.. I don't understand why mr jay didn't bring this stuff up during deliberation session.. bcos he's always report anything happened during photoshoot/runaway show.. nobody could escape from any little tiny mistake they've made.. so I kind of wonder, why?? maybe melrose had overshadowed things.. see.. I told ya.. in the end, who knew that girl with skin diseases since a little girl would be the america's next top model.. bravo caridee!.. you are so much worth it.. and for melrose I'd kind of expected her reaction.. she cried and kept reassuring herself that she was supposed to win due to her hardwork her passions her dreams.. geezz.. enough already with this crap.. wake-up girl.. be real.. don't be too plastic!..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was it for the reality shows.. until next season.. now, I could concentrate on the tv comedy/drama series.. and have more time for myself.. yaa.. rite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-8574521552616061509?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8574521552616061509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=8574521552616061509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8574521552616061509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8574521552616061509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/amazing-race-antm-winners.html' title='amazing race &amp; antm winners'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RklHOVXHU8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/J-l5UDJWWyc/s72-c/beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-294100222759417027</id><published>2007-05-04T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:15.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>golden triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RkA071XHU5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/N94RXSMXMoM/s1600-h/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RkA071XHU5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/N94RXSMXMoM/s320/collage1.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primer dia (1st day) ~ our flight was from KLIA-Bangkok-Chiang Mai.. we had to transit at Bangkok since there was no direct flight to Chiang Mai.. Bangkok's new airport named Suvarnabhumi... and our transit gate was very far away from the arrival gate.. the airport is not like our KLIA where there's train ride from this one end to the other end of the airport.. luckily it was our way to chiang mai not the way back home.. I'm quite sure if it was on the way back, I don't think we even reach at the gate on time from that long walk.. the journey was about 3 hours.. and it was rocky up there like a roller coster due to bad weather.. I was so scared of my life that I hold tight to both armrests.. prayed and recited all kinds of doas, ayats I could've remember.. even though I'm a frequent flyer (not so frequent la), I still do have goosebumps whenever I fly.. really really do la.. so anyway.. alhamdulillah.. we reached the destination slightly delay but the most importantly safe and sound and so much alive.. after picked-up our luggages.. we were off to dinner.. so very the hungry at that time.. bcos I only ate nasi lemak that morning, and lunch was on the plane.. which was enough to 'alas perut'.. it was better than nothing, kan?.. at this restaurant which is famous for its cultural show.. couldn't remember the name even tho I tried.. Palace something.. and digicam battery was dead at that time.. so couldn't take picture either.. food was served on tray and comprises of fried chicken, ayam masak kicap, fried potatoes, and jelantah... the place was packed with tourists.. all this mat salleh who were waiting for the show to be started at around 9.30pm.. and funny thing happened when I was about to sit on the bench at our table area.. our next table was sitting by french tourists.. this one lady asked me, where was I and the rest of the group from.. and I said 'Malaysia'.. I don't know if she couldn't hear the thing I said bcos it was quite boisterous.. then suddenly she said.. 'OOO.. BRAZIL!'.. and started to speak spanish with me.. aiyoss.. what happened la here.. did I even wear a spaghetti top and short and have really big boobs for people to ogle at and a very tanned skin?.. for one and foremost, do I even look like one? FYI none of the above.. why la this people.. dulu2 moi thought all this mat salleh were all pandai? the truth is NO.. we never and shouldn't think that at all.. in fact we are so much better than them in terms of world geography.. some of them are so close minded and have not even wanting to know what other part of the world's people look like.. interesting moment to start off the journey heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2nd day) ~ in the morning we were off to the famous double dragon temple of Wat Phra Hat Doi Suthep where was located up on the hilly side of chiang mai area.. the temple is overlooking chiang mai city from that peak.. nice view.. and the best part they still preserve this big durian and even jackfruit trees.. which were believed to be more than hundred years old.. we took the cable car up to the temple.. it was very short distance.. from what our tourist guide told us, I thought it seemed like very far away and very steep whatsoever.. yet it was only few minutes journey by the cable car.. and the funny thing happened during our waiting.. out of nowhere appeared this 2 dogs and sibuk berlari2 around us yg tgh waiting on the line.. and this makcik2 from our group pon telah teroverreacted dgn kedatangan tetamu tak diundang ni.. I thought that dogs wouldn't bug us after that.. I was mistaken.. instead of going away, they were both waiting the cable car same like us all.. and would join the ride with us.. if they could like stay still.. it was fine for me.. bcos these dogs were so busy la nak jln sana sini in that tiny small cable car.. it had created frantic hysterical screaming plus ups and downs jumping by this one particular makcik.. thank god my mom was cool.. even so after that she was kind of pissed of jugak.. as for moi, I'm standing at the very back of the cable car.. so I had my mom to cover for moi if the dogs decided to jump at us... aiyak.. luckily there was one lady who'd kind enough to instruct the dogs to stay still.. and she said "I know you're a muslim and you could not touch the dog. I have a fren who is muslim too" and further explained that frantic situation to her frens.. so that frens of her wouldn't be puzzled why la makcik2 yg cantik2 belaka ni menjerit2 kat this 2 dogs.. hahaha.. so funny... then we were off to honey factory, silk factory, leather factory and gem factory.. takde shopping apa pon cos semuanya mahal.. all standard place maa.. manaleh shopping.. cuma honey tu jek bcos it's pure one.. moi mom some bought stuff kat situ cos telah tergoda dgn minah yg buat sales.. speaking dia tu ada slang yg pelik.. pastu pakcik2 makcik2 semua dok gelakkan dia.. jahat gilos.. after dinner at nite.. aku dgn gatalnya nak pi massage.. I never been tu massage or spa or whatever theraputic stuff nilah.. and our tourist guide suggest this one massage parlour where using only traditional and ancient techniques.. not like the modern one.. I thought I give it a shot.. and my mom also dah start sakit2 badan la itulah inilah.. end-up after massage aku yg sakit badan.. mmg giler sakit.. tobat tak pi lagi.. cara dia tu lain dr yg lain.. tak tau la camner nak explain.. pi sendiri la baru tau..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tercer dia (3rd day) ~ we started the journey early in the morning to Chiang Rai.. it took around 3 hours.. very far away.. moi was sleeping along the way bcos bosan dah tak tau nak tgk mende.. tgk mende sama.. paddy fields.. hutan.. kampung.. vege patches.. itu jelah.. if ada snowy mountain ke.. best gak...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adelante dia (4th day) ~ up close and personal with elephants at Maesa Elephant Camp.. itu gajah sangat pandai lagi cerdik.. suka aku tgk.. then, we were off to persian carpet and silk factory.. where none of us buy even a single thing there due to its oversteep price.. then to umbrella factory and orchid farm.. well, it were educational tour rather than shopping tour... since we still have time before dinner and we were on the way back to the hotel around 2pm.. after lunch.. we asked the driver to dropped us off at the Central Plaza Mall.. it is the most happening mall here in Chiang Mai.. and off to this particular department store called Robinson.. my mom and her frens of course la very looked forward to go to this store.. this store were exist on 70-80s in KL.. but vanished during 90s.. they were planning to buy all kind of undergarment here bcos of the quality.. something like that.. so anyhow.. we were there for probably around 2 hrs.. then after that took a tut-tut back to hotel.. we went for dinner and Hunan Muslim restaurant.. the food were all good.. I noticed that we'd been to a tiny weeny restaurant.. not a very fancy one.. but the food were all good and delicious.. except the 1st restaurant we'd been to, with cultural show, dancing and everything but the food were so and so.. not the best one..    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinto dia (5th day)~ final day in chiang mai.. we woke-up early in the morning spirited and excited to do our last final shopping.. we went to the nearest market.. after asking front-desk on where is it located.. and also from our fellow group members.. we were off by foot to the market.. I think the location of wet and dry market were side by side.. we end-up at the wet market first.. then after 5 minutes walking, we reached the dry market.. my mom, in the last minute as usual, was looking a blouse for herself.. yeah, we found one.. and I got myself 'Di0r' loafer.. after non-stop bargaining with the salesgirl who didn't speak english.. she had to asked another salesgirl to become translator.. I thought I would get a really good bargain since it was the last pair.. but she'd just refuse.. and just I'm ready to take-off..  afraid that we would be late to pack our luggages.. finally, she gave me the price I asked.. and off we went back to our hotel.. on the way, bought some souvenirs since I couldn't find some earlier..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may I see you again, Chiang Mai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-294100222759417027?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/294100222759417027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=294100222759417027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/294100222759417027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/294100222759417027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='golden triangle'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RkA071XHU5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/N94RXSMXMoM/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1436755795231396354</id><published>2007-04-25T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T06:47:43.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>moving out..</title><content type='html'>so very tired this week.. even though it'll be a day-off tomorrow.. itu pon our HR so very discreet to announce the day-off.. ntah apa2.. bcos I had lend my hands to move out our collegue's stuff from their's designed room outside of the main office.. and this is for the 3rd or 4th time ladies and gentleman!. I couldn't even remember when was the last time we moved.. I'm just so bumped yesterday! moi and my collegue were struggling to move this one cabinet.. I wouldn't say its heavy.. but it was kind of heavy.. me and my other colleague who are both girls, ok.. the best thing was ALL of the gentlemen in the office (I would stick to ALL IN THE OFFICE... not MOST IN THE OFFICE..) just stared at us when we even hardly reached the main entrance due to heaviness of the cabinet.. and without even blink in their eyes!.. just stared and mumbled something between themselves.. why am I not surprised with their's expression heh?.. shouldn't we get any help at all? so not gentlemen la you guys.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this entry was intended to be posted before the Agong's installation holiday on 26 April.. due to my busy-ness to prepare all those crappy reports for company's month-end closing... and as a result of the office contruction, there was disruption to office's server which therefore led to snail-pace operation for internet and to whatever online applications.. that was the reason why I just couldn't make it happened on time.. and before I ventured into my vacation on that Agong's day until wesak &amp; labor holidays which I did mentioned on my past entry..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1436755795231396354?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1436755795231396354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1436755795231396354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1436755795231396354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1436755795231396354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-out.html' title='moving out..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-287436656925164283</id><published>2007-04-19T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:29:11.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>maybe I should study these...</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://ngantukalways.blogspot.com/"&gt;ngantukalways&lt;/a&gt;.. I think it would make you think outside of the box on what exactly you should've done and what you should've been.. it just a guidance though, but a very good and useful one.. maybe there's still time to revise on what you're doing currently.. and reevaluate everything.. there's no harm.. and who knows maybe a good thing will come up from this, right? and special thanks to &lt;a href="http://ngantukalways.blogspot.com/"&gt;ngantukalways&lt;/a&gt; who discovered upon this stuff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Personal and Passionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/infp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very flexible and curious about the world. Human understanding is very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthropology&lt;/strong&gt; ~Quote definition from dictionary (since I want to know exactly what the hell is this): 'The scientific study of human beings, traditionally identified as a ‘four-field’ discipline, encompassing archaeology, social and cultural anthropology, biological anthropology, and even linguistics.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moi?? seriously?? hmm.. make sense jugak.. bcos sometimes I do love to learn more about different cultures.. if I do archeology pon best gak, cos I can be very patience being involved on this kind of work.. once I started on something, I will do whatever it takes to finish it.. I'll hate myself to do it half-half.. that's why I am a perfectionist.. (try to be one la.. even not nearly one..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Architecture&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;hmm.. how on the earth I could be one of those architect.. I don't really think I have that artistic thingy going on la.. but you never know what exactly you can do, unless you start to try.. like one of my fren, whom I would say same-o like me.. you could see if that person artistic enough like for eg from their's room decoration.. my fren and I are minimalise.. and no art work whatsoever posted anywhere on our's wall.. yet now, she has to be creative and artistic to accomplish her job and eventually to get pay for whatever she has designed.. maybe there's different with being creative or being artistic.. I just don't know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;no skill at all to do art thingy.. same as moi commentary above.. I am more into a logic thingy.. maybe it's not too late to start on this creative and artistic thing.. when the hell I'm going to start it, I have no clue at all.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art history&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;I took art history class at SLU.. and it was very interesting.. since it was summer class, our lecturer made a trip to downtown.. for us to explore architecture, art and history on different buildings.. whether its new or ancient one.. it was so much fun.. class outside of classroom.. learn more about about baroque, victorian, dome, classical, rococo architectures that was designed for the whole building and interior design as well.. &lt;/em&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art therapy&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;I don't know if this is a good one.. bcos I'm not really into this therapy thingy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Classics&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;huh?? what kind of classic is this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counseling&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;maybe I can and I could.. bcos I'm a very good listener.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foreign Languages and Literature&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;foreign language is a 'YES'.. it seems that I don't really have that specific talent.. might as well, I learn to speak different language.. so far, I have arabic basic since I was educated on this stream on high school.. maybe I should've started to polish it from now on.. and very interested to learn on Korean, Spanish, French, Italian, Germanian, Japanese, Russian languages..(waa.. very ambitious..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Studies&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;meaning I took the right major la.. altho mine was International Business.. not international studies.. hmm.. maybe there's a slight different.. hopefully not the major one (I don't want to feel bad with what I've decided for my major)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linguistics&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;aiyooss... can I? I'm still struggling to hang on to the basic english language.. let alone to further and venture into linguistics.. waa... it seems like scary merry to me.. even tho it's part of anthropology..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;hmm.. moi sangat lembap la bab2 literature nih.. seriouslyyy!.. sastera melayu pon aku tak lepas.. camner tu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychology&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;sibling of counseling.. maybe can.. took the class in college.. and aced the subject.. bravo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sociology&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;the extended family of anthropology.. can also la.. took the class in college.. but the lecturer was babbling a lot.. I'd kind of lost my patience in that class.. I'd felt like raised my hand and say to him 'could you please go straight to the point, I'm kind of lost here'.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;moi sooo not the very patient one la.. maybe lecturer can.. if to teach kindergarden or high school children, definitely cannot.. abis rosak anak orang aku kerjakan.. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-287436656925164283?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/287436656925164283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=287436656925164283' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/287436656925164283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/287436656925164283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-should-you-study.html' title='maybe I should study these...'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-5393409351657017847</id><published>2007-04-18T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:15.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>vanilla-ology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXdC8E_ESI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xwgFqjwKHAI/s1600-h/vanilla.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXdC8E_ESI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xwgFqjwKHAI/s400/vanilla.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054689199349764386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXdIsE_ETI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FpoGJNk5nNQ/s1600-h/vanilla1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXdIsE_ETI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FpoGJNk5nNQ/s400/vanilla1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054689298134012210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working within the team and behind the scenes, you can be counted on to do the work it takes for the group to succeed, but you don’t crave the spotlight or attention of center stage.&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;very true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While stability and safety are crucial in your relationships, you like to add a little flair with your choice of vanilla.&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;maybe correct.. how would I know.. you should ask my future partner.. bcos as of right now, I don't have one.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your vanilla is Dreyer's French Vanilla. You’re most romantically compatible with other French Vanilla lovers.&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;hmm.. maybe true jugak la.. moi kind of difficult to get along with a person who has different character than mine.. very comfortable with a person who is very alike myself.. is that bad??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You remind us a lot of Bree Vandekamp from Desperate Housewives and our dear friend Cal Ripkin.&lt;/strong&gt; ~ &lt;em&gt;moi, Bree?? waaa.. seriously?? out of the blue la this one.. Bree is a classic example of THE DOMESTIC GODDESS.. she knows everything, does all housework chores by herself.. who doesn't want to be like her? am I right? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXsmME_EWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/W-FikKA1Z8s/s1600-h/vanilla2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXsmME_EWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/W-FikKA1Z8s/s400/vanilla2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054706297614569826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my result below was magnified from the picture above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ice Cream: Dreyer's French Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Flavor Profile: Distinctive, Yellow and Egg-Flavoured&lt;br /&gt;The Personality: A Team Player&lt;br /&gt;The French Vanilla lover is a loving and supportive spouse who functions best in familiar, safe and secure relationships. They don't crave novelty in either romantic or nonromantic social relationships. Extremely and admirably humble, French Vanilla lovers tend to avoid the spotlight and work best within group settings. Those who prefer French Vanilla are most romantically compatible with others who also prefer French Vanilla.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.. I'm so flattered with the result.. even though vanilla is not my favorite flavor.. anyway, thank you &lt;a href="http://www.dreyers.com/main/index.asp?b=104"&gt;dreyer's&lt;/a&gt;.. you've made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested with vanilla-ology, click &lt;a href="http://vanillaology.dreyers.com/vanillaology/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out which one is your vanilla.. enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5393409351657017847?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5393409351657017847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=5393409351657017847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5393409351657017847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5393409351657017847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/vanilla-ology.html' title='vanilla-ology'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXdC8E_ESI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xwgFqjwKHAI/s72-c/vanilla.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-51219917883052220</id><published>2007-04-18T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:16.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>ice cream, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXOqcE_EOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I8z0l0_-VHU/s1600-h/teddrewes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXOqcE_EOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I8z0l0_-VHU/s400/teddrewes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054673385280180450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXPocE_EQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OzdkL7z_HEo/s1600-h/tdbananasplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXPocE_EQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OzdkL7z_HEo/s400/tdbananasplit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054674450432069890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXPT8E_EPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zdOdMnoEogA/s1600-h/tdfoxtreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXPT8E_EPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zdOdMnoEogA/s400/tdfoxtreat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054674098244751602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi and my ex-housemate and other frens had this conversation thru email this morning.. at first the story was about congrats note to one of our fren's newborn.. then, it has expanded to molten choc @ ch*llis during our not-so-long-ago luncheon gathering... and finally, ice-cream.. since so many of my frens are expecting this year.. so, our story revolves around thing(s) they feel like eating (not moi, since moi takde perasaan nak makan apa.. belasah jek apa depan mata).. tau jelah orang mengidam nih.. at st l*uis, there is this one famous homemade ice-cream parlour.. no franchise whatsoever in the states.. you would never find the same thing, I would say the same brand la.. kang cakap paling sedap, ada pulak yg lebih sedap.. even if you do the cross-country searching.. you could find &lt;a href="http://www.teddrewes.com/Drewes.asp"&gt;ted drewes&lt;/a&gt; frozen custard only at st lo*is city.. plus to make it super special, they have only 2 outlets, one located at grand blvd.. since grand blvd is the same main road with our's apt, so it was easy for us to go.. but open during summer only and the smallest outlet.. the other one located at chippewa.. it's open all year long, maybe close during bad weather or during holiday season.. this one is the happening one.. moi remember our first time went to buy that ice-cream.. it was quite far from &lt;a href="http://www.slu.edu/x260.xml"&gt;SLU&lt;/a&gt;.. (this must be at chippewa).. so, it was quite a journey for us.. it was kind of cold jugak that time.. tapi peduli apa.. my favorite, of course the one and only banana split.. they would serve on this large container.. and moi usually mesti kena share with someone to finish it.. if nak tunggu aku abiskan memang lambat.. by the time I'm done with mine, others must've been beku, when we went on winter season la ni.. of course I could finish them all.. moi bab2 makan ni memang tak penah tak abis.. unless my stomach couldn't take it no more.. or there's something wrong with what I eat.. and there was one more favorite called fox treat, full of macadamia nut and raspberries.. waa, yummy yummy!!.. and you could also make your own combination.. so, we would eat our ice-cream in the car if it snowing or freezing cold outside.. or just braved ourselves with that wind chill blowing to our face which would feel like knife cutting thru our skin.. summer season, that place would be jammed-packed with people, with no parking spot available... and there would be this very long queue.. kids with their's parent, grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunties, a bunch of teenagers and a bunch of college students like us.. waiting on the line for their turn to order while chattering gleefully and joyfully with their's accompany..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXVR8E_ERI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f2yNTolDBYw/s1600-h/dreyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXVR8E_ERI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f2yNTolDBYw/s400/dreyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054680660954779922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more of our's favorite was from the local groceries store.. and most of the time, it must be on sale '&lt;em&gt;buy one free one&lt;/em&gt;'.. it would be either schnuck's (the groceries' own brand) or &lt;a href="http://www.dreyers.com/main/index.asp?b=104"&gt;dreyer's&lt;/a&gt;.. the cost would be around USD5 gituh.. for 2 carton.. see.. so very cheap one.. during our groceries shopping, ice-cream was one of the MUST BUY thing.. my housemate the one couldn't live without ice-cream.. moi the one couldn't live without coffee.. hehehe.. ok people.. so, there you go.. the colorful ice-cream stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: moi rendered my sincerest apology to all my expectant-newborn-mommy frens for this entry.. it was completely unintentional.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-51219917883052220?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/51219917883052220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=51219917883052220' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/51219917883052220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/51219917883052220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/ice-cream-anyone.html' title='ice cream, anyone?'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiXOqcE_EOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I8z0l0_-VHU/s72-c/teddrewes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-8533500501297383391</id><published>2007-04-17T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:26:19.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>mumbo jumbo</title><content type='html'>hari melepaskan geram.. pagi2 semua org seemed to pester me with all kind of questions.. tempat duduk aku tak panas lagi this morning, ok people!!.. aku dah keje ngan system berapa lama.. with all kind of database.. so I know la.. if system says black.. it's black.. if it says white.. it's white.. no twisted turning around pekejadahnya ke.. takde nak tukar kaler jadi magenta, cyan, turqoise memang takde.. so cek la status tu dulu.. before nak pester2 me with these kind of questions.. aku kan memang tension gilos hari ni.. nak kena layan soalan yg sama tiap2 hari.. if dah pagi2 start gitu.. memang seharian la aku akan bad mood.. *sigh*.. penat dan letih tau nak jawab.. nak kata IQ semua rendah... tak jugak.. nak kata buta IT.. tak jugak.. could you be more detail ke.. tengok betol2 what is your vehicle status before tanya soalan2 mengarut gitu.. that's my problem with dealer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with colleague pulak.. nak kata company kecik tak jugak.. tapi memang tak masuk dek akal.. bila department yg paling besar sekali dlm company ni, ada 2 org jek exec.. korang leh caya tak? dulu aku sorang jek yer.. pastu ada sorang kakak ni dah lama giler keje and keje pon bagus.. dapat la naik pangkat ke exec.. tapi dia memang takleh nak dikacau la.. takleh nak tambah keje cos dia jaga invoicing.. memang in nature her work sudah tersedia berlambak.. so apa2 keje selain daripada tu.. campak kat aku.. I don't mind la, ok people.. memang tak kisah.. tapi since the system upgraded ni, semua org macam tak puas hati cos bertambah byk keje nak kena buat.. sbb nak kena use this new system.. plus nak kena gak guna ancient system yg bodoh itu.. yg didesigned by programmer yg supposed to be all pandai, and gaji more than us exec cabuk.. despite that every figure yg kitorang nak retrieve, kena dikira  manually, boleh?.. so orang yg buat system tu bodoh ke pandai?? kalau dah kena kira manual, tak payah susah2 pegi buang masa buat system.. tolong jek kitorang ni kira figure yg beribu2 manually, nak?? so what is useful about that system anyway? bukan ke that system suppose to help us expedite our work.. yet it's the other way around... pastu aku ni boleh kata macam trainer la.. semua org tak paham.. aku yg kena ajar.. I don't mind that too.. cuma sometimes, IT'S TOO MUCH!!! aku kena trained dealer and colleague.. sbb exec yg jaga system ni aku sorang jek.. yg lain semua clerk.. aku takde la kata diorang ni tak pandai.. tapi kan penat la nak kena ajar banyak2 kali.. aku memang pantang buat keje yg sama banyak2 kali.. cos my way of doing it, is do it all once but in PERFECT condition.. sbb tu if bos suruh amend itu amend ini banyak2 kali, aku fed-up.. sbb bila first time aku buat tu, memang dah all-out.. I give 150% effort on that.. bila kena tukar byk2 kali.. apa kejadah keje yg aku buat tu? tak wasting your time, your sweat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu finance dept yg mangkuks.. aku nak guna 1 recycle paper pon berkira.. alasannya.. P&amp;C.. if P&amp;C buat apa jadikan paper tu recycle paper.. pi laa shred.. shredder kan ada.. budusss takk?? lupa lak nak inform si penyibuk yg bank statement aku print tu utk finance dept.. and 1 page jek yer kawan2.. bukan sampai 10 pages pon.. and as if dept aku ni dtg from planet lain.. takde kena mengena ngan company yg dia keje.. and as if company tu company bapak dia.. if takde dept aku, tak bergaji la korang yg lain.. yg tegur aku tu is assistant manager yg sungguh unprofessional, unetiquette, uneducated.. yg mari from hulu bagan kampung mana aku tak tau.. jinjang mali punya.. orang asli yg dok dlm pedalaman tu pon, sungguh ada adab sopan compare to her.. this is a perfect example of why this kind of people shouldn't be one of the top management in the company.. bcos of the attitude.. this kind of people also yg telah made my brother, yg selalunya sungguh calm dlm menghadapi apa jua rintangan dan cabaran.. came out with this idea, he wants to move out of the country bcos of this unprofessional people he has to deal with everyday.. even so their title reads as someone with big shot position in the company.. ooOOOO.. like I'm so scared of you bcos of your title!! budusss... with that title minus the manner, you ain't going nowhere la my friend.. when so many people seem to disrespect you like as much as I did.. you are the only yg tak nampak.. so buta huruf buta hati buta segala.. please take note!! this stuck-up people should be lock-up somewhere in the dungeon i.e. tower of london.. or ship off to different planet without any living creature.. geezzz... benciss aku.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, ada colleague yg bermasam muka.. I kind of perasan la.. cos diorang ni tercampak jauh from semua org.. and biasanya bersuka ria bergurau senda bertepuk bertampar berbagai.. lately, bila aku masuk bilik tu cam sunyi sepi jek.. bunyi radio pon takde.. aku tak tau la if aku sorang jek ke yg perasan.. tapi aku rasa ada la org yg perasan.. cuma didn't say anything.. aku dengan selamba badaknya pegi tanya.. only masa aku lunch ngan one party jelah.. if 2 parties ada kat situ.. takkan la nak tanya kan.. mengaibkan la pulak.. tak baik.. so, it seemed that I was right... and her fren yg mkn bersama2 ni cam tak caya time aku tanya tu.. cos boleh tanya balik camner I know.. hey, aku ni lagi tua from korang la.. aku tau la.. even though I kind of hating it, when older people claim that they are wiser and older, makan garam dulu la whatsoever.. so, I kind of hating myself to admit it.. but that saying is true, kan?? cuma you have to use it in the right way... jangan simply2 guna, even utk mende2 bodoh yg ko buat yg kononnya perasan super cool, nak ngaku yg ko tu makan garam dulu.. so, itulah.. pastu her fren ni cakap lagi.. 'pandai yer akak teka'.. aku ni nampak jek macam tak tau, blur memanjang.. tapi sebenonya aku tau, cuma malas nak amik tau.. sbb apa diorang bermasam muka tu, malas la nak korek lebih lanjut lagi.. 2 2 pon mulut boleh tahan.. ada la something she said yg sorang terasa.. or the vice versa.. that's why la aku tak suka sangat menggedik and socialize melampau sangat ngan people.. bcos this is what I'm trying to avoid.. bcos mulut aku pon boleh tahan gak.. takut ada org tak sanggup nak dengo and terasa lak.. tapi aku rasa org2 yg gini, yg mulutnya laser, sebenarnya honest compare to org2 yg manis mulut tapi talam 2 muka.. so which one do you choose? nak berkawan pon kena jaga tatatertib, adab, sopan santun.. jangan nak ter'over' sangat.. bila dah ter'overreacting' mesti akan ada drama2 lain yg menyusul.. which will spoil the relationship later on in the future.. you would never know, kan??.. hmm.. even though kawan2 aku, perangai semua lebih kurang, mulut lasernya pon sama, tapi kitorang ni takde heart feeling sangat.. cos kawan dah lama benor.. dah paham ngan perangai masing2.. even so marah sangat ngan kawan tu, senyap sekejap jek.. pastu cakap balik ngan dia.. if ada terasa, cepat2 say sorry, ok.. jangan tunggu lama2.. cos the moment is gone when you wait and biar begitu sahaja.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  sejuk sikit after lepas geram session.. *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-8533500501297383391?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8533500501297383391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=8533500501297383391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8533500501297383391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8533500501297383391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/mumbo-jumbo.html' title='mumbo jumbo'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-1505166485164412760</id><published>2007-04-15T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:16.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>children movies weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiSrF7GUlmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c7cjnAds52g/s1600-h/TL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiSrF7GUlmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c7cjnAds52g/s400/TL.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054352800068441698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi telah melayan cerita kanak2 on the weekend.. memang takde keje.. nak buat keje lain memang pemalas.. plus takde orang kat umah.. so might as well la aku jadi potato couch sementara org takde.. even masa2 biasa pon.. still, I'm the first one will be in front of that idiot box.. and the last one to go to sleep.. see.. betapa boringnya hidup aku.. tak adventourus langsung... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. memula layan citer 'gentle ben, terror on a mountain' on hallmark channel.. ben itu ialah sunshine bear... yg telah befriended with this one boy.. who'd lost his parent in accident.. so, his uncle who's a ranger of this one famous reserved park.. yellowstone kot.. or nevada ke.. or arizona ke.. ntah tak tau.. he got custody for this boy.. sorry for the bablement..  moi tak follow dr mula.. it was already half way when I watched.. I know this story cos my mom and kids dah melayan cerita ni aritu.. ntah camner moi boleh tertinggal.. plus moi mana suka tengok tv ramai2.. best layan sorang2.. so, the boy, his name also couldn't remember.. mark kot.. hehe.. he saved ben who had trapped in an old mining area.. apparently, ben had separated from his family.. and wandered off from grizzly valley.. the place where his family should be.. and ended-up at the mining area.. which was near the neighbourhood.. apparently, one of the villager's sheep got attacked.. and they blamed this poor bear.. so, mark was on a rescue mission to save the bear from the sheep's owner.. and the worst wildlife enemy, poacher.. it seemed that mark didn't has any friend.. and ben was the only who listen to him.. literally, he'd kind of listen to whatever mark's said.. that bear was a brilliant actor.. so comel sangat.. moi would fell whatever story on animal.. I simply cannot see whatever barbaric thing happen to any animal.. one time, I cried when I watched this group of elephant left laid on the ground, been slaughtered and their's tusks went missing, been chopped-off by barbaric poachers.. you killed that big gigantic animal just for that tiny weeny tusks?? what a waste of life.. in fact, what a waste of everything.. our ecosystem will be disrupted by doing just that, am I right or not? maybe I should be a volunteer with WWF, kan??.. heshh.. memang aku emotional bab2 ni.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, I saw on info this movie titled 'Thief Lord'.. I knew it was the same with a book written by Cornelius Funke.. and I read it.. the story was about a brother named Prosper who had to rescue his little brother, Bo from their's evil uncle and aunt.. run to Venice, to fulfill their mother's dream to live in the city where all magical things happen.. so, they were rescue by this one boy, same age as Prosper, who called himself 'Thief Lord'.. it seemed that he is the famous thief on the city... and he got a big job from the Conte to steal one of the broken wings of the magical meryl-go-round.. the meryl-go-round had 5 winged magical animals.. unicorn, lion.. I couldn't remember the other 3.. if someone wants to grow older or to become younger one more time, they could take a ride on this meryl-go-round.. since I've already read the book.. I loved the story.. only on the movie, it was just kind of flat.. everything was flat.. macam bosan sikit.. and there were missing pieces here and there.. I'd kind of recalled the story when the scene started to jumping around.. and I didn't even know they already produced a movie out of this book.. I'm a big fan of children books as well.. maybe I didn't have that chance to read and to discover what's happening in children's world when I was young.. I'm a late bloomer, ya all.. so, please.. cut me some slack, will you? right now, I'm waiting for the final book of Harry Potter series.. I have them all.. and read them all too.. it were so fascinating.. so, whatever you people say.. I just don't care.. sorry about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1505166485164412760?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1505166485164412760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1505166485164412760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1505166485164412760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1505166485164412760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/children-movies-weekend.html' title='children movies weekend'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RiSrF7GUlmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/c7cjnAds52g/s72-c/TL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2721429567729139773</id><published>2007-04-09T05:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:53:28.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>nagging...</title><content type='html'>I'd kind of 'ter'watched this movie on box office channel.. I knew what was the story.. it became quite famous due to its controversial debut.. or maybe that was one of the marketing tactics to persuade people to watch.. hmm.. ok.. this is how I'm gonna say it.. I don't really care if you want to fill-up your movie with sexual explicit contents whatsoever... cos you were assuming it would sell and kind of related to your story.. so, I don't really care on that part.. what I do care is, the mix-up messages you convey in the movie itself.. so, by doing that, you mix-up the 'hukum' too.. since that's what your story was all about.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the tricky part.. in a way you want to say.. oo... that polygamy is 'halal'.. yes, that is very true.. despite that, ada one scene yg tak masuk dek akal.. where it showed, this pak aji (who had 4 wives..) and his first wife (siap pakai tudung.. ada scene tunjuk dia solat berbagai.. a very true muslim I would say..), who were frequent visitors to this hawker stall which sells 'itik berempah' or something like that.. innocent enough heh? the owner of the hawker stall was k*t*lik.. then, it showed this one scene where that itiks bergelimpangan mati on the table, still with heads, ready to be cooked.. this pak aji and his wive(s) would buy this itik berempah and eat together2.. memang enak sekali katanya.. sampai sesiapa sahaja datang akan terus kembali ke stall ini kerana rempahnya yg special itu.. I wouldn't dare to think what was in the secret recipe.. (even though it was only a movie..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very observant people.. so there, right there!!.. you want to tell a story on this 'halal' one.. yet you mix-up with this 'haram' one.. maybe you kind of overlooked that small crucial part ke.. I don't know.. or maybe you simply didn't care bcos that scene wouldn't draw a major effect in the movie.. ok fine.. but for me, the movie failed to justify and failed to represent what is 'hukum halal'.. please do convey that 'halal' one, all the way out.. jgn buat half-half.. there is and will be NO half 'halal' or half 'haram'.. and please jgn ada mix-up with the 'haram' thing.. that's what I'm trying to say.. for me, the halal is just plain halal.. the haram is just plain haram.. it's that simple.. no confusion, no tricky, no hiding stuff whatsoever.. there will be NO compromise on mixing this hukums thingy, ok!!.. I'd just kind of curious, that's why I watched the movie.. only not until its finished.. bcos towards the end.. the scene became sooo steamy.. so I decided to stop.. and that was it.. I don't know la if they thought.. ooo.. itu itik sembelihan ahli kitab pulak.. when I was in the states.. I'm used to this kind of thought, the ahli kitab sembelihan.. so it was up to you guys to decide.. ramai la gak kawan2 aku yg makan 'katok' nih.. for myself, as long as I wouldn't die, to have to live the life without that easy and furthermore cheap meat consumption, I'm fine!.. plus there are ways to obtain this all 'halal' stuff.. maybe it'll difficult, but that's experience will help you to become a better person, don't you think??.. life is difficult.. so what?? you have to learn to find ways to solve it, for every single day.. and even so, if there will be no way at all, there are other thousand things you can eat.. veges, fruits, grains and so on.. so, that's it.. I would never watch that movie again.. maybe it was just me, who already feels very very very nagging..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2721429567729139773?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2721429567729139773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2721429567729139773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2721429567729139773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2721429567729139773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/nagging.html' title='nagging...'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-8598338536561551602</id><published>2007-04-06T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:39:17.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>ironically</title><content type='html'>This week I had to stayback in the office until 8++pm.. why?? even so, my bos is not around for 2 weeks off to his honeymoon, even so, he is not the bossy type, I had to entertain these requests from hq company to compile all sort of this ancient figures.. which I had to dig from the ancient system as well.. and calculate them manually!! it was more than 10K figure, I tell yaa!! maybe this was a jinx... remember my last entry on thought(s).. I'd kind of begging this stuff to appear.. I don't mind that part.. at least I have something to do.. the only thing that was bugging me is.. the way how to retrieve that figure.. it was a very long way.. using this ancient system.. goshhh!!! please forbid this kind of system in the future.. it was a mess, a pain in the ass.. bla bla bla.. and the list was endless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, I had to entertaining and compiling number of reports for my own department's GM.. and suddenly, nowadays, he is not so shy to talk to me.. and ask me to do various kind of things... you just name it.. to amend the report.. to amend the report for the 3rd time.. to amend the report again for the 10th time.. ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit.. sometimes I feel like it is sooo useless... to fix that little tiny number.. I'm fully aware of the damage it will done.. but sometimes I do feel like.. goshh... it's not worth it.. what an ironic!! I thought when my immediate boss is not around.. I kind of have time to layback a bit.. but it was the other way around.. as I'm writing this, I'm still in the office.. it's almost 10pm already.. even if I'll stay till midnite, the job still couldn't get done.. and for the first time ever, I had to come to work on saturday.. what a history!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-8598338536561551602?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8598338536561551602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=8598338536561551602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8598338536561551602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8598338536561551602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/ironically.html' title='ironically'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-7321295195916474959</id><published>2007-04-04T04:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:13:35.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>things I bought</title><content type='html'>whilst I had the busiest weekend meeting with old frens.. I'd managed to get a few thing for myself.. dalam takde duit.. sempat aku bershopping.. hahaha.. lantak ler.. asalkan bahagia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been aiming at this one pant which is sold at RS outlet.. and since I laid eyes on that particular pant, I had been surveying mostly every RS located in nearby area.. s*bang p*rade, b*kit r*ja, ou.. you named it.. bcoz the one that I found either in size 14 or 16.. what the heck!!! for those yg don't know.. I'm so into this working pant, clean cut one.. not too much flare or bell bottom whatsoever.. just the simple straight cut.. but nowadays, it's almost impossible to find the one with decent cut.. they are either very tight one, yg if I wear will be like a 'sarung nangka' which I hate.. bcoz it will shows all the fat and cellulite flabbering from my thighs area.. yg which telah menunjukkan dirinya secara obvious lately.. itu yg menyebabkan aku gain weight ok kawan2.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, the other reason I might think of, is the size cutting kat mesia ni.. sungguh la aku tak paham.. ada 4 yg aku leh wear.. ada yg half way there.. and ada yg tak masuk langsung!! and every brand yg made from mesia i.e. p*dini, s*da  has that same kind of design, look, cutting and so on.. I know this bcoz when I first started working, I had been into this shopping trip searching for this pant.. went from one store to another.. spent hours in fitting room.. and with frustration to no avail!! that's why I cut out buying any pant from these brand.. bcoz I already know, first, I can never wear it.. secondly, even so I can, the pant is horrible on me.. I kind of menyampah ladies yg pakai tudung yet the pant is soooooo sendat teramat.. same goes with the blouse.. aku yg tengok tak bernafas.. please laaaaaaaa.. if it happen that's how you like/want to wear, take off the tudung.. easy solution.. aku yg tgk tak sakit mata.. and tak tambah dosa mengata.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to pant story.. since my mission is to find that particular pant in my size.. which is 4 or 6 in US standard size.. (since I'm used to it.. don't care what other people say..) memang selalu yg in these 2 sizes susah giler nak ada.. kalo ada pon the design is so hideous.. luckily, when I'm in my first tour at i*i mall, I'd managed to step in the RS outlet and found the pant which located nearby the entrance.. and to my joy... it's available in my size too.. the only size 6 available.. yeaaa!! finally!! it cost only RM39.90.. and my hunch said the brand is g*p.. and I checked the hook, and it says G*P.. woHOooo.. double score!! how would I know the brand even the label was cut off??.. I'd learn a lot about brand's label from my, I would say regularly shopping trips to the mall in the states.. specific brands would be g*p, b*nana republic, j*rew, c*sual c*rner, *nn t*ylor etc..  so, I kind of know the label color.. for ie g*p's and *nn t*ylor label would be in blue.. b*nana rep would be in brown.. so, if you curious to know what brand are you buying from this factory outlet store, the rejected stuff (I would say the minor defect stuff.. not entirely rejected la..).. let me know.. maybe I know what is the brand name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other thing I bought is... ermm.. should I say this.. it was a pair of shoe.. I bought it bcoz it was on sale.. and I'd been aiming to this shoe since it made first appearance last year.. don't remember la exactly when.. but at that time, not worth to buy bcoz the price was too expensive.. now, it was on sale!! so, if you would be me.. should you just ignore it and think about it in your dreams???? if I be me, hell no!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7321295195916474959?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7321295195916474959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7321295195916474959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7321295195916474959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7321295195916474959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-bought.html' title='things I bought'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-5303994159293875460</id><published>2007-04-03T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:26:14.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang out'/><title type='text'>girl's weekend out</title><content type='html'>saturday updates.. went to meet girls from college days.. we had lunch at ou chil*s.. I'm the most late person arrived.. hahaha.. sorry you guys.. something came up.. had to drop a report which needed urgently by finance dept (kononnya..).. then, I'd heard that they still couldn't do anything with the report without daily bank statement print-out.. penat aku jek berkejar ke sana ke mari... as if no other working days ahead.. anyway.. it was fun (I mean, the makan2..).. I had chicken basil pasta (if not mistaken..) and tak best coz makan sorang2.. ken who was arrived a bit earlier (by few minutes) than me.. had order fajitas.. she'd having trouble to feed herself bcoz of, I wouldn't say earlier pregnancy stage.. bcoz it has been 5 months.. what a pity!! kesian ken tak dapat nak makan.. so ended up I'm eating alone and shared my plate with ken.. since she'd so clueless on what to eat even she'd got the fajitas.. meanwhile other girls did all the talking..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this what I would describe the girls since the first day I met about 10~12 years ago in comparison to our gathering last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liza ~ very pretty, beautiful mom yet the tomboyish character(s) were/are still there.. she would make frens with all sorts of people.. I'm her room's neighbour back in bangi.. and we'd always bumped into each other on the way to restroom.. bcoz we were neighbour with the restroom as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grunge ~ memang grunge.. she's the quite type.. more or less like moi.. yet the kind of person who would/will be perfect for this saying 'diam2 ubi berisi'.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken ~ closed with her since our unis were at the same town.. whenever I popped at her uni, it would be her place, first thing in mind, to let myself crashed at.. and the other way around.. when she went to downtown, she would crashed at my place..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faten ~ the maintain mom.. with 1.5 kids.. hehehe... I would say she's kind more or less like me in terms of character.. sometimes the evil inside of us would like to burst out without a further delay.. not the very patient one.. easily to provoke.. even for the simplest thing.. usually in the chatroom.. maybe not in real life.. hopefully.. that was way back in the days heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mammaandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;farid&lt;/a&gt; ~ the sukahati one.. who likes to eat.. hahaha.. very artistic one, and very I would say... the tak kisah one la.. even though she had this very 'pemalas' roomate (namely moi..) I would say we would be a great partner.. bcoz whatever I'm lazy to do.. she's the one who'd usually step-up and offering herself on whatever suppose to be done.. and I would do different things.. eg dia rajin masak.. aku rajin kemas after dia masak.. so, makan sama2 la kan??.. of course.. ataupon ada udang di sebalik batu.. dia nak guna my pc for ber'tenet's session.. that's why kena buat baik ngan moi.. hahaha.. jahat aku!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi ~ during college days, pemalas yg suka tido siang and berjaga malam (kononnya stay-up to study..) so lazy to cook yet very particular about cleanliness of the kitchen and the entire house.. I would say I am the freak-neurotic-stone-cold, in appearance only maa.. deep deep down inside.. if you really want to know the answer, you have to ask the people who are close and still around me until today..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*for pictures, please go to &lt;a href="http://mammaandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;farid's blog&lt;/a&gt; under Girls Day out entry on 2nd April 2007.. I would take credit on the story and farid would take credit on the piccas of our's little gathering.. so enjoy them while you can!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday updates.. I woke-up due to annoying phone ringing.. who the hell was calling me early on this wee morning hours.. and had disrupted the lack-of-sleep-beauty-queen (heh.. perasan.. ).. moi was up until almost 4am that morning to entertained my dearest fren's and my sis's smses.. my fingers went totally numb from that marathon-contantly-handphone-button-pressing.. plus it was raining that morning.. so, that was one more reason to snuggle comfortably under the comforter.. it was ewok, who'd been calling me, and kind of insisted me to get-up since she was at erny's house.. she had this, I dunno if I should called it blind-date or whatsoever.. not blind date la.. just a date, with one of her online's fren.. this guy was apparently one of the big shot person in AF5 management team.. hahaha.. ewok ditched him bcoz he'd too busy to entertained her.. so, she called erny in rescue.. and crashed at her place for the nite.. on sunday, she called me and asked me a favor to drop her at i*i mall puch*ng.. since her ride would be waiting there.. she came from JB with her 2 officemates, who had wedding invitation at puch*ng.. so, I had to find my way to go there.. bcoz I never really drive alone, by myself around that area.. luckily, I got this precise direction from my bro on how to get there.. thank you for that.. (I simply love people who give a very precise direction.. bcoz if you would say turn left.. which left is that? if there's 10 left turns, then I will take that all 10.. see.. very lurus bendul tak aku?.. let me know which one's is the left.. the 3rd one or the 10th one.. ).. we were lepaking at the starbucks and chit-chatting on latest news since our last meeting was way back in december.. from B2M concert to her's online date(s).. then, she took-off around 4pm and left me alone to discover that mall.. which was my first experience to step inside.. so there went my busiest weekend.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*p/s: next time, at least let me know in advance when you're in town*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5303994159293875460?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5303994159293875460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=5303994159293875460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5303994159293875460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5303994159293875460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/04/girls-weekend-out.html' title='girl&apos;s weekend out'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-1982196012153138885</id><published>2007-03-31T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:23:56.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>thought (s) part II</title><content type='html'>Lately, a few long lost frens's message popped-in on my phone and break the silence gap between ourselves.. I dunno if it iss a good or a bad sign.. but so far, it were all good.. I kind of in the middle of something and do need some advice though.. thank you all for that.. so, continue from the last post about my thoughts.. I dunno if I should move somewhere else to do something else.. or stuck here with no enough challenge(s) to do.. since I don't have my own family yet, what should I do with my life?.. I do have a family, I've been taking care of my family since forever.. that obligation will never go away.. there will always be one person who is responsible to do just that.. it's not possible to run away .. what I'm saying is as in right now timeframe.. what am I suppose to do for the time being?.. I'm a truly believer of this jinxy things.. I know.. what you're thinking.. so whatever!!.. I'm so into not to break-the-spell.. if I tell you guys in advance what my plans are.. the magic will be gone.. so, I will let you know, how it turns out.. just not right now.. the time will comes.. do not worry about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fren's advice is to move forward and try to bend the rules a little bit.. it seems that I have so many experiences already (well, that's what I thought too..).. my problem is that I'm not capable of putting it into nice, bombastic, cheezy words to capture the reader's attention (rhetorical speaking: interviewer).. maybe you guys can give me some advice on that.. apparently, I put so many general things of my knowledge on paper.. it seems that I'd kind of know more about systems support.. which I never ever realized that in the first place.. bcoz for me.. it's not a brainy things.. and this was what I got in reply.. my fren said 'if you know brainy stuff, then you should be a nuclear scientist!'.. see how paranoid and pathetic I am? I'm scared that I'll never be good enough for the position I want.. I'm not into demanding thing.. or maybe I just don't know how to do just that.. *a very long sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there's my thought.. maybe you can give me some advise on that.. or maybe you don't have a clue what I'm rambling about.. heh.. I'd really appreciate it though.. thank you very much in advance..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1982196012153138885?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1982196012153138885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1982196012153138885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1982196012153138885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1982196012153138885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/thought-s-part-ii.html' title='thought (s) part II'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-3538782148942722616</id><published>2007-03-30T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:20:55.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>thought (s) part I</title><content type='html'>I got a message from my long lost fren.. we'd known each other since we worked together in the states.. he's kind of like a big bro to me.. he's the kind of guy who'll look after you when you're in trouble.. who'll give you a ride when you'll needed one after work.. who'll lend his ears when you needed someone to talk too.. he's a kind of like that.. maybe bcoz I don't have a big bro, so I tend to treat him like that.. yet I wouldn't declare that he is my 'abang angkat' or even to call him 'abang'.. I called his name instead, bcoz it is soooo not me to declare things to the whole world.. not like some people.. who are so loud, to say 'oo, that's my abang angkat'.. then, next thing you know, they'll end-up together as a couple.. ewww... sorry, please don't expect that from me.. the way you respect people is just the way you treat them, not the way you announce them, in front of other people.. geezz.. enough already with that thought..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I'd bumped into him at Sub*ng during lunch hour.. with all his frens.. or would I say his business partners.. he'd ventured into this information technology business with 3 of his frens.. and got contract from one of the big-shot automotive company in M'sia.. I thought, he would turned out ok.. since he was on his way making money and getting rich and probably getting well-known.. however, the latest news from his sms to me last week, he said he was in between jobs.. and everything make sense when he opened up what had happened to him since our last meeting.. his 2 partners has runaway, literally, maybe.. I don't know the details.. bcoz he is not the kind of person who'll go into details when he tells a story.. but I think I know what happened.. his partner went, should I say, head over heels, when they'd knew they had landed on a huge account, a very big contract.. without even started the whole work yet.. so, they started to get a new expensive car, to renovate the office with lushes and poshes interior design, I assumed, and other things like that.. the things that you'd been waiting to do your whole life.. to spend hell a lot of money when you got one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, these kind of people are so immature.. bcoz they'd act without thinking of the consequences.. I don't know if it is our culture to be people's backstabber or it is just Jane's theory.. everybody does it, so you should too.. my opinion is it's in a culture.. people who know how to spend money but not to retain or make more money.. and who are easily to become such a dreamy person.. you just simply give them money or whatever they want.. then, suddenly in a blink of the eye, they'll disappear into this arrogant selfish person and so lack of gratitude moron and losing people's respect to them.. they are just humiliate themselves and being such a jerk.. and ironically, they thought they have/get/own everything, but the truth is they ended-up losing the precious one, which is their best frens.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe what goes around will comes around.. so, you just wait and see.. whatever bad things you do to people, you will experience it later on.. on top of, please do not forget the punishment you will receive hereafter by GOD.. I'd see this scenarios sooo many times.. happened to people who are dearest to me.. I learn and try not to become such that person.. that's my thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3538782148942722616?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3538782148942722616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3538782148942722616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3538782148942722616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3538782148942722616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/thoughts-part-i.html' title='thought (s) part I'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-6019857130062936922</id><published>2007-03-29T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:29:11.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>Take time to care</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Got this email from one of my collegue.. Since I took some time to reply this email, might as well I post it on the blog, rite?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to care, because to have a friend you  must  first be a friend. Hope I receive it back from you! Read through the comments below about your friend and then make sure you read the instruction at the bottom. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it? &lt;strong&gt;Noon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where were you born? &lt;strong&gt;Klang&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been to Alaska?  &lt;strong&gt;Planning to go&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been toilet papering?   &lt;strong&gt;I think I know what the hell is this.. but not sure if it’s rite or not..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Loved someone so much it made you cry? &lt;strong&gt;Of course la.. who hasn’t?? anyone??&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Been in a car accident? &lt;strong&gt;Yes, definitely.. luckily, not a major one though..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Croutons or bacon bits: &lt;strong&gt;I eat whatever placed in front of me.. (halal one la of course.. )   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite day of the week ? &lt;strong&gt;Friday.. get ready for weekend, yeah!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Restaurant: &lt;strong&gt;Don’t have one.. too many laa.. &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite Flower: &lt;strong&gt;Rose.. doesn’t matter what color..   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite Drink: &lt;strong&gt;coffee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite ice cream: &lt;strong&gt;whatever with coffee flavored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite fast food restaurant? &lt;strong&gt;McD.. where else??&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;17. What color is your bedroom carpet? &lt;strong&gt;None.. got tikar only.. brown color..    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many times have you failed your driver's test? &lt;strong&gt;None.. even though I’m not a very patient one, yet not the reckless one though..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail from? &lt;strong&gt;My best friend since high school.. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you do most often when you are bored? &lt;strong&gt;Watching tv lor.. what else to do..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Bedtime: &lt;strong&gt;this whole week sharp at 1.30am.. next week no idea what time it’ll be.. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who will respond to this e-mail the quickest? &lt;strong&gt;Probably Farid bcoz she’s usually the fastest one replying whatever email she’s got..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond? &lt;strong&gt;Probably Wan Z bcoz too caught up with work.. no time for email..    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their answers? &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Ford or Chevy: &lt;strong&gt;Ford &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. What are you listening to right now : &lt;strong&gt;my own nose-blowing and sometimes sneezing sound.. I think I got flu..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are your favorite colors: &lt;strong&gt;blue, white, maroon, brown  &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many tattoos do you have? &lt;strong&gt;None.. don’t personally like it.. even though it’s a nice piece of art..    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many pets do you have? &lt;strong&gt;Lost count already.. so many stray cats come and go at my house.. at least 5 are still remain loyal to me..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Which came first the chicken or the egg? &lt;strong&gt;Huh?? Couldn’t think la.. got headache already..  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What would you like to accomplish before you die? &lt;strong&gt;Become so rich and do volunteer work or whatever to help society and travel around the world..   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How many people are you sending this e-mail to? &lt;strong&gt;Less than 20 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RETURN DIRECTIONS: Now, here's what you're supposed to do...  And please do not spoil the fun. Hit forward, delete my answers and type  in your answers. Then send this to a whole  bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to  you. The theory is that you will  learn a lot of little known  facts about those who  know you. Remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-6019857130062936922?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6019857130062936922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=6019857130062936922' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6019857130062936922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6019857130062936922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/take-time-to-care.html' title='Take time to care'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2350227193486789533</id><published>2007-03-23T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:29:11.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>my first tag..</title><content type='html'>I'd been tagged by my best fren, &lt;a href="http://mammaandme.blogspot.com/"&gt;farid&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6 weird things about myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. sorry for the long delay.. I put it as the last possible entry, so I'll have something to update.. ini dah tengah takde idea nak cerita apa la nih.. before I go further, I just want to highlight this, I don't think the correct word is weird.. bcoz if it is, then it'll make me a weirdos and the rest of other bloggers who had been tagged particularly for this one subject weirdos as well.. don't you think so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see.. I think, I don't have one.. what a denial!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) suka menggaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. rasanya belom sampai tahap kronik lagi la.. coz baru cedera2 ringan sahaja.. belum sampai luka yg memerlukan moi berbalut seluruh badan mahu pon masuk ke hospital.. I noticed lately, I'd developed this habit though... I have no idea why..&lt;br /&gt;selalu yg menjadi mangsa ialah kakiku.. iyer.. sekarang sudah banyak peta di kakiku dgn scar sana sini.. memang turun la sahamku lepas ini.. aduss.. to make things worst, my skin is very dry especially on the leg area.. tambah sedap menggaru sampai tak sedar diri and sometimes bleeding a bit..  that's why I couldn't keep my finger nails long.. which leads to my next 'weird' things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) try not to keep long finger nails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I do keep them, if don't remember to clip them all.. but usually, even it's getting only to 0.0001 mm, I would try to clip it.. I'd try to make an effort to do that.. I just don't care at all.. this is to avoid and to refrain myself from more of activity 'menggaru'.. I try to minimize that.. plus, it wouldn't be good if you simpan long nails pon, rite? e-coli bacterias would make a whole of community just under that one little tiny long nail..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) to brush my teeth longer than to take shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is very true.. bcoz I did timing for both of them.. just so very curious why I take a very long time to get ready for work.. back in states, I know what time I have to be at a bus stop, so I could catch the bus on time and would reach office right at 8.30am on the dot.. I knew already that I take shower very fast.. maybe around 5 minutes.. tops 7 minutes.. then, I did timing when I brush my teeth.. it took more than 7 minutes to brush teeth alone.. sometimes I think tops to 10 minutes.. goshh.. the reason being, I feel very bad not to have that really nice white and shiny teeth.. so, I have to max-out my teeth-brush timing in hoping that the result will be spendid and superb shining-no-stains teeth.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) to save my coffee as long as it can be saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would make a cup of coffee in the morning, this is my morning ritual.. then, that coffee would last long until the end of the day.. why?? bcoz I keep on adding a hot water to keep it warm.. I hate cold ones.. plus I don't know why, I kind of hating to finish the whole mug on one big shot.. maybe I'm so lazy to make new one.. that's one reason.. the other reason is I don't really like strong coffee.. that's why I keep adding hot water, so the coffee taste diminish a bit.. I don't really mind if the coffee goes taste-less.. but not entirely, you know what I mean.. the taste is still there, only not the original one.. would this still make me caffein-addicted person?? to sum up I simply like hot one, the taste doesn't matter.. bcoz I'd been doing it for quite sometime, so I know when I should stop adding hot water, and finished it all.. heh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) to do house chores (in fact, whatever thing needed to be done by myself) late at nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini from zaman muda2 remaja lagi dah dipractisekan.. bcoz I don't like people scrutining on whatever I'm doing.. bosan aa denga.. usually mom, I know, if with mom, you could never escape.. ever.. bila buat mende together2 mesti ada la mende tak betol.. apa2 pon mesti akan ada row even about smalls things.. one more thing, moi don't like bila ada org ramai2... takleh buat keje.. melambatkan keje aku lagi ada laa.. if takde org.. senang, laju jek buat keje.. nak sapu sampah, nak mop lantai.. see, no distraction.. tp suka gak buat keje ramai, if semua satu kepala.. bukan nak membebel tak tentu pasal..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) suka simpan semua sampah sarap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampah sarap meaning mende kecik as if receipts, movie stubs, concert ticket, flight ticket etc.. you get the idea, rite? dr zaman sekolah pon begitu.. cuma masa zaman sekolah, tak byk mende nak disimpan.. since tgk movie pon sekali sekala.. tp bila dah grown-up ni tak larat la pulak aku nak simpan.. bila sampai states, baru la belajar mana yg patut buang, mana patut simpan.. sometimes you have to decluttered everything.. organized everything.. hmm.. I used to be that person.. cuma skrg ni dah tak terlarat nak buat.. tunggu aku ada rumah sendiri baru leh buat.. now, I just surrendered.. coz aku sorang2 jek yg nak buat.. pastu kena buat utk org lain gak.. now, I just do mana termampu.. kalo dulu2 if satu mende terusik, aku mengamuk kat semua org.. skrg ni tak larat la.. nampak sangat dah tuanya... hahaha.. I don't mind that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will perfectionist and OCD considered as 'weird' things? if yes, then I can add those 2 also.. like I said, I used to be that kind of person.. and sometimes tend to be.. depends on what, where, and when.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there you go people.. my first tag!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2350227193486789533?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2350227193486789533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2350227193486789533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2350227193486789533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2350227193486789533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-tag.html' title='my first tag..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-3092303459736293928</id><published>2007-03-19T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:29:11.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>funny stuff</title><content type='html'>I got this email from one of my collegue this morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why British think 80% of M'sians coming to UK to study law?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UK Immigration Officer: Purpose of visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: I'm here to study law, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: You know, you must have a lot of lawyers in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Well, I've been here for a good twenty years, and I'd say 80% of Malaysians I see here say they're here to read law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitor: Oh, really? That's really something i never knew. Hard to believe in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Just you watch, then. You just stand here until the next Malaysian comes along, and I'll bet he's here to read law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visitor waits for 5 mins, Ah Chong from Malaysia comes to immigration counter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Mr. Ah Chong, purpose of visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chong: Study lorr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briton immigration officers are very strict indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of a different slang would confer a different meaning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3092303459736293928?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3092303459736293928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3092303459736293928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3092303459736293928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3092303459736293928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/funny-stuff.html' title='funny stuff'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2000755256726381545</id><published>2007-03-16T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:22:33.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>time-off</title><content type='html'>I took some time-off from work.. really need to clear my head for a while from all the fussiness of never-ending reports which are needed to be done daily monthly yearly.. and from annoying people whom pestering me on the same question again and again and again.. goshh.. I really do need that fresh air.. since I didn't go anywhere during last CNY break.. which was a big mistake, I tell ya.. I should've planned to go somewhere during that time.. even so, couldn't do anything.. dah last minute pon.. tak sempat nak booked apa.. so, layan tido and read book saja di rumah..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ went to PD with all my sis and 2 cousins.. which kind of a make-up trip my mom's had promised during CNY break.. she promised the kids to go swimming in the pool or wherever place with water.. but since the plan got deflated.. so, I'm the one who'd kind of insisted to go anywhere.. didn't really care of the destination.. as long as far away from home.. and could do something to release my tension.. berendam dalam pool pon jadilah.. luckily, they have this nice pool in the apartment compound which we were stayed at.. so, after berjemur at the beach.. tak sampai pon 2 hours.. bcoz of the stinging hot weather.. we were back at the apartment and continued our berendam session in the pool.. what a nice break!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ went to OU.. and the funny thing was.. we keep on went back and forth the same route in the mall.. bcoz the mall is so wide and so big.. and every entrance we went was the same wide and big entrance.. plus we were not the frequent visitors of this mall.. surprisingly, I myself, had lead ourselves to lost-in-translation in the mall.. usually, I'm the one who kind of remember the way (always.. haha.. perasan la tu..) but that day it was just flopped.. maybe I was tired.. and dragged along with me this bunch of kids who were just surrendered themselves.. and followed me around ups and downs the escalator.. too tired too argued.. very funny laa.. aku yg bersemangat nak keluar masuk kedai.. and looked for whatever worth things to buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ rob and amber got eliminated in the argentina leg.. suka hati aku.. hahaha.. bcoz of the stupid mistake they made to mispelled country names 'Philippines' with P-H-I-L-L-I-P-I-N-E-S in a detour task 'SIGN IT'.. they had to build a wood sign based on magellan's map.. all the country names has to follow in order according to magellan's journey.. painted the names on the sign and nailed them on the stick poll.. and of course with the correct spelling.. I know they are very competitive and whatsoever.. but I just so hate rob's cockiness, arrogance, overconfidence, manipulative bla, bla, bla.. and the neverending list goes on and on.. I think he likes all the attention he gets.. to show off to people.. yuckss!! the couple was born from reality shows.. hence we should call them 'the reality tv show-off couple'.. enough is enough.. please do not let me see those two faces anywhere on any reality show, for now.. jgn nak masuk american idol pulak... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ finally, monique got eliminated too in antm.. see I told ya.. she wouldn't last long!! apparently she was very sick.. but I didn't see any IV or oxygen mask anywhere when she was at the hospital.. she just laid on the bed.. and that was it.. claimed that she never felt sick that much in her life.. what a whiner!!.. danielle, who was from the last season, whom hospitalized, got IV-ed and even had to wear the oxygen mask.. yet decided to went for the photoshoot.. where was in the middle of the jungle in Thailand.. rode an elephant and shot the best picture ever.. no wonder she'd became the winner.. that was what judges saw on her.. she has that extra strength to become a model.. meanwhile, monique came to the photoshoot along with the girls in the morning.. but then decided to went home when jay said 'this is your call, what you gonna do? go home or do the photoshoot?' and predictable enough, she chose to go home.. such a baby!! I'm very sure even she decided to stay, she couldn't do it.. the challenge was to walk on the runaway and the photo will be taken from there.. to be exact the challenging moving runaway, literally, they had to walk on the moving wood panel.. and it was very physical one, I tell yaa.. all in all.. I'm so glad she's gone.. I saw a twist of smile on melrose's face...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ my bro just got his SPM result.. not so bad.. my dad already told my mom about this.. don't be surprised on his result.. even though no 'A' at all compare to hundreds of best students around mesia (maybe thousands.. do they memorized all those facts on every subject just to get all 'A's?.. if yes, then I probably will never get all 'A's bcoz I'm sucks at memorizing things.. I'm more into understanding things with my own words.. unfortunately, our school systems are not into that.. ) even though tersangat la malasnya study di rumah.. main game, tengok tv, merempit ntah ke mana malam buta baru balik.. aku tak larat nak cakap.. even my mom pon surrendered.. yet amazingly, his class teacher has faith on him.. I know this bcoz I'm the one whom he begged to get his final report card.. and the teacher said he has potential.. only needed to polish his act more.. and not depending too much on school.. but you know... boy will always be a boy.. that lazy boy.. not that he has no brain or what.. just acting like a typical boy.. whatever it is, I am so proud of him.. you did it on your own bro!!.. averaged score was 4B.. ada la subject kantoi.. prinsip akaun which aku pon menyampah.. lagi my dad suruh dia buat akaun?? no way!!!.. tak yah laa.. dulu2 boleh la.. as if jadi akauntan boleh kaya raya.. pening kepala and takde life lagi ada la.. macam takde course lain nak buat.. dulupon my dad kata gitu to me.. aku yg tak larat nak buat.. baru buat intro dah mengah... lagi nak buat advance2nya.. memang ter'peleot' terus.. moi myself punya SPM takde satu pon 'A'.. average tinggi sikit la from him '3C'.. back then it was '3C'.. now is '3B'.. oklah kan.. sampai gak study to overseas.. see people.. depends on luck also la this thing... even though I was not the one of the best student, not the one who went to boarding school, not the one who had private tuition all year long.. and thank god our parent is not the one of the freaky pusher parent with this undermining statement 'you-have-to-get-at-least-8-A1' when we were watching tv, or too lazy to go to school, or playing computer games, or surfing on internet all day long, or hanging out with frens until the real final exam arrived..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the brightest one in the family.. I will always considered myself that.. I would say my other bro, the eldest of all.. (he was brilliant in nature.. no need for him to work very hard and no need to follow any rules.. just to follow his heart and soul.. bcoz whatever he does, it seems working.. always..) and my sis (who was born brilliant.. who's in college rite now.. and working her ass to be the best.. and consistent on doing that.. and she is the best.. ) I'm on the other hand, will have to work very hard just to be brilliant.. if I'm not, I won't get or be anything.. plus I'm not the consistent one.. I will have my ups and downs thru the process.. that's the tricky part.. whatever I will be in the future.. let's GOD do his job on that.. I will just flow with the flow.. bcoz sometimes whatever we want so bad, it is not necessarily good for ourselves.. so bend a rule a little.. don't be so stiff and hard on yourselves, if that specific dream is still far over from reaching.. maybe we need a new one.. forget the old dreams.. I kind of missed the college life though.. at least, we were doing different things back then.. reading different chapter everyday.. tagged along with our frens to almost everywhere... even to take a shower (not together.. geezzz..) compare to our current life of mundane routine work that we have to deal with daily.. gosh this monotone life.. when can I get that happy-no-worries life back??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2000755256726381545?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2000755256726381545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2000755256726381545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2000755256726381545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2000755256726381545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-off.html' title='time-off'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-2265797749851010900</id><published>2007-03-15T05:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:28:11.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><title type='text'>visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#770904" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#770904&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;c1=its monalisa&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;c2=where else to tune-in  almost all kind of great musics?&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=who say NO to shopping??&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-28C6894B.jpeg&amp;c4=freedom to explore new world is beyond your wild imagination..&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=this is not gross, anyone??&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_00C464ED.jpeg&amp;c6=simply couldnt live without them..&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_0A837525.jpeg&amp;c7=I simply love shoes.. &amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=the least the better&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;c9=I love quite peace serene surrounding..&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=To travel around the world.. it is very exciting indeed..&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;c11=Arc de Triomphe.. need to go there one more time..  &amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D28CE3C.jpeg&amp;c12=who could resist the smell? 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I remember they were in India (in the last leg they were in..) and were surrounded by these poor children and women.. yet still they were smiling and embracing them as their own family.. I do respect them for that..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/americas-next-top-model"&gt;antm&lt;/a&gt; : megan, a tomboyish look and such a shy girl.. got eliminated over monique for this second round .. I think, it should be monique.. I really hope the judges will realize and will see her true personalities.. it should be count in the deliberation process.. she is very rude.. so diva.. so ignorant.. so intolerant person on earth.. so no respect for others... even to her own kind.. she is so very difficult person to live with.. the judges said her's picture had progress from last week... well, we just wait until the real color shows heh people.. like brandy on cycle 6.. she'd got kicked out bcoz of her attitude.. nobody could stands her.. the reason appeared to be crystal clear to the judges.. the very diva person with diva personality shouldn't and wouldn't stay long on the leg.. that is a very solid and very strong reason to eliminate person with wannabe-diva-persona like both of them.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index.html"&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/a&gt; : dr mcdreamy was so mad with grey bcoz apparently he bumped into her at their's vet house.. (grey gave her dog to mcdreamy and the dog got sick and a handsome vet came into the picture).. last episode grey's was in the 'knitting' zone.. so, no dating (meaning sexually as well..) activity for her.. but then, the vet asked her out for a date.. and grey after discussed this with her frens (yang and lizzie.. o'malley still wouldn't talking to her bcoz of the 'incident'..) at the end of the day, she dropped by to the vet's place and said wanted to date him.. voi'la!!.. so very undecisive of her.. the vet (cannot remember what his name.. aiyak..) has to run some errands.. to give a birth to a pony!!! so, she'd helped him.. bravo!! one's a doc always be a doc.. hehehe.. after that was done, at this point mcdreamy reached the vet's place with 'their' dog (grey's insists on 'their' dog) bcoz the dog was still sick.. and grey appearance at that time was very unpleasant to him.. her hair was wet from the shower (she'd filthy with pony's blood.. of course the shower is needed).. which would meant otherwise to mcdreamy.. so the day after, at the hospital, he went completely ballistic.. he took his anger at her.. yelling at little tiny mistakes she made in the process to complete one of the patient tests result.. literally.. never done that before.. what a drama!! and that's when the damaged is done.. .. *phuiihh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;the ugly betty&lt;/a&gt; : it was halloween nite!! betty dressed as a purple butterfly to the office in responded to email notification she'd got earlier.. when she reached there, apparently she was the only one who actually wears the halloween costume for the non-existant-costume-contest.. the email sender(s) must be marc and amanda (2 assistants who loved to bully betty..) last nite's story was betty has to find her boss' watch.. very expensive one.. from one of his one-nite-stand-lover's place.. her boss gave this list of names from monday to sunday whom he could remember sleeping with.. pity betty (hey.. that's rhyme..) meanwhile, walter (betty's wannabe boyfriend..) gave her a pile of candy.. and asked her to finish all the candies.. a surprise awaits her on the bottom of the pile.. which was a key to his apartment.. he'd asking betty to move-in with him.. to twist it around a bit, this one guy from finance, henry, who'd even dorkier than walter (rhyme again.. ) came to floor where's betty working at.. (I guessed, 'accidently'.. just to elaborate on different characters.. and adding more extras..) and kind of flirting a bit with her.. asked her to have a lunch at sushi bar.. the next thing, walter came looking for her at the bar and demand for an answer.. for betty, it is always be walter.. who has been around since they were a kid.. the person she grew up with and even 'slept' with.. and couldn't think of having so many boyfriends in her life.. I guessed, it's not a harm to have a couple of boyfrens.. in fact, as many as you wish..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/index.html"&gt;desperate housewives&lt;/a&gt; : mike delfino woke up from coma.. and edie has stole him from susan.. poor susan.. apparently mike has suffered from memory loss.. he couldn't remember whatever happened to himself beyond year 2004.. meaning whatever included his relationship with susan.. so edie, should I say 'rewrite' the history for him.. and try to erased susan permanently from his memory.. meanwhile, lynette had a fight over tom's dream to open-up a pizza parlour.. and she tried to give support for the 'dream' that tom has been looking for a while.. and to make matter complicated a bit.. kayla's mom (suddenly, I just can't recall what's her name.. she is tom's ex-mistress-or-maybe-one-nite-stand-off gal) had find that pizza idea was brilliant.. but of course, she expressed her concerns to lynette otherwise.. bree, had taken her own measure to deal with her daughter, danielle, who was having an affair with her teacher and living-off in a cheap motel.. she dumped all danielle's stuff at the teacher's apt.. as usual, using her reverse psychology method.. to scare off the teacher a bit.. and of course it worked.. danielle was off the hook.. lastly, gabrielle was in a mission to expedite the long overdue divorce process.. at first, she'd just acting to sleep with one of the carlos's competitor buddy.. it didn't worked.. she'd determined to really make it happen.. asked carlos to have a breakfast-in-bed in the morning, so they could talk over the divorce things.. and carlos literally caught her sleeping with another guy as he delivered the breakfast tray.. drama drama drama..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-8547052916558863363?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8547052916558863363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=8547052916558863363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8547052916558863363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8547052916558863363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-vs-tuesday-nite.html' title='monday vs tuesday nite'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-5411366811421694892</id><published>2007-03-05T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:17.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>sale sale sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.devilwearspradamovie.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Re1B5vqAVSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2CIJfOhnDH0/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Re1B5vqAVSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2CIJfOhnDH0/s400/devil.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038756018398450978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on last week shopping trips.. firstly, went to MPH sales with one of my collegue during lunch hour.. and due to the traffic jammed.. sampai ofis balik at almost 4pm.. nasib la bos aku tiada.. frust gak coz tak sempat nak explore abis.. tapi if moi nak pi sendiri that place.. memang tak tau.. I'm not very familiar with PJ area.. so, if you ask where is the location.. moi tak tau, okies.. minta maaf kawan2 sekalian.. nasib ada collegue yg nak angkut aku sekali.. if not, gigit jari.. thank you, k*y.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent RM 93 on that sale.. I guess it was a good bargain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ collin's dictionary (for my sis) = rm 10 (mana nak dapat dic yg murah gini.. kagum aku..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ the devil wears prada = rm 23 (planned to buy this book for a long time.. coz moi didn't watch the movie.. ntah pesal tak pi tengok.. moi also couldn't remember why!!! sama ada takde perasaan nak pi tgk or takde geng nak temankan moi.. tunggu jelah keluar kat astro.. so, for the mean time I have to read the book first..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ where rainbows end = rm 23 (dah berapa lama usha this book.. and bcoz of the author &lt;a href="http://www.ceceliaahern.ie/"&gt;cecilia ahern&lt;/a&gt;.. famous for her book, titled &lt;em&gt;PS, I love you&lt;/em&gt;.. got best reviewed for this book.. so I think, maybe her's other work might not be too bad.. I kind of felt in love for this book bcoz the synopsis said something about friendship.. moi like apa2 yg berkenaan dgn friendship.. sooo looking forward to read it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ faizal tehrani's (forgot what is the title) = rm 22 (susah giler nak cari buku dia nih.. kena order kat bookstore.. problemnya I don't know most of the title.. selalu read his short stories in magazines and paper.. not selalu la.. kalau ada publish and nasib baik moi terjumpa.. then I read la.. tak kisah la tajuk apa.. janji I got one of his work.. actually, I'm very interested to know more about what he wrote..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ransom = rm 10 (ntah buku zaman tok kadok bila.. pasal apa and sapa author.. main sambar jek coz it costs 10 bucks!!.. one more thing it's hard cover.. I think thriller genre.. kind of my favorite genre..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ prey's something = rm 5 (cannot remember the exact title bcoz the value only 5 bucks.. and it's thriller genre as well..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to m*trojaya sale at midv*lley.. also during lunch hour.. pi setelah berapa lama tak jejak kaki ke mv.. ada dekat 2 thn tak sampai sana.. as far as I can remember, my last trip was with my mom and my bro.. ntah bila pon tak ingat.. sementara my bos takde.. seize the day!!! waa.. 2 hari berturut mengular tahap dewa.. hahaha.. there, moi dapat pant sehelai... quite murah jugak la rm 39.90.. coz apparently I think I gain some weight.. tak tau la berapa coz dah lama tak timbang.. jadi terasa macam tak selesa pakai seluar yg ada.. so, I guess that was a necessary thing I bought.. hehehe.. saja nak sedapkan hati.. padahal berlambak kat umah.. you know la sampai sana semua mende pon nak beli.. cuma ongkosnya saja yg kekurangan.. plus I'm planning to go somewhere this school holidays with my bros and siss.. and another planning for the upcoming vacation.. I must save some money.. even tak banyak sikit pon jadilah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there was the end of my week.. which cover most of the marathon sales..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-5411366811421694892?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/5411366811421694892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=5411366811421694892' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5411366811421694892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/5411366811421694892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/sale-sale-sale.html' title='sale sale sale'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Re1B5vqAVSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2CIJfOhnDH0/s72-c/devil.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-3495454013979636751</id><published>2007-03-01T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:17.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>birthday (s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/ReuuYp5cztI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U-Br669k4N8/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/ReuuYp5cztI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U-Br669k4N8/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038312346730942162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Reuulp5czuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TaZLtDZ4gwk/s1600-h/pres1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Reuulp5czuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TaZLtDZ4gwk/s400/pres1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038312570069241570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's birthday yesterday on 1st march.. so, moi bought sponge vanilla cake layered with strawberry ice-cream.. and oreo's cookies as decoration on top of the cake.. yum yum.. yummy..  from b*skin robbins.. moi yg teringin nak makan sebenonya.. hahaha.. even my sis requested 'can I have this kind of cake on my birthday'.. her favorite is strawberry ice-cream.. whenever her trip to b*skin robbin, she'll get a scoop.. geezz.. that lil brat.. at first, I want to buy the bigger one.. but then, too expensive.. I think I bought it once before.. whose birthday, couldn't remember.. one of the family also.. but I don't think it was so pricey compare to yesterday's... was it a different cake? couldn't recall either.. but I did got 10% discount from total price as H*BC cardholder.. so, next time I'll buy the bigger one.. so everyone can enjoy the delicious creamy mouth-watering ice-cream.. hehehe.. my mom shares her birthday with my other sis on the same month, who is still in college as we speak.. her's will be on the 9th.. she will coming home next week... still wondering what to buy for her.. moi usually in-charge of the cake.. other like present, if everyone in the family has extra money to spend.. like for this occasion my bro bought a present for my mom.. clearly, he got extra cash to spend.. he got some big bonus or something.. so.. lucky mom.. I just signed my name on the card with zero contribution.. hahaha suka hati aku..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-3495454013979636751?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/3495454013979636751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=3495454013979636751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3495454013979636751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/3495454013979636751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-s.html' title='birthday (s)'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/ReuuYp5cztI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U-Br669k4N8/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2747561868706861472</id><published>2007-03-01T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:16:27.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>KL breakfast with stars..</title><content type='html'>aku dah tau mana l*nda pi.. katanya kesilapan teknikal berkenaan pakaian? huh?? ko dah pi jauh2.. dok dlm flight almost 24 hours.. sekali sampai sana, dok goyang kaki or maybe dok diam2 dlm hotel.. or pi berjalan2 in downtown l*s angeles.. what a waste!!.. so, the story about l*nda, from what I read in the papers.. first, designer A asked her to wear his design.. then, came designer B, asked her to pick his design too.. and then at the last minute soemthing came up, I dunno what happen.. I think maybe that B designer tak sempat siapkan the dress or there was something with the dress that linda refused to wear.. apa jadi to si A pon.. dunno gak.. I'm wondering, pesal dia tak bawak jek sekali 2 2 baju tu?.. maybe bawak, maybe tak.. or maybe si A tak bagi amik baju dia ke.. coz l*nda chose si B.. ntah.. tunggu jek press conference dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for d*minic.. I kind of pity him.. sbb dah la kena pi interview sorang2.. pastu dia macam kind of hypervilenting.. hyperacting.. hyper segala la.. I know la, you excited berbagai jumpa international artis.. but still, you have to keep calm and cool too.. don't overdoing it.. this one artis, sapa ntah aku tak ingat.. cakap ngan dia.. 'you kind of calm'.. calm mende.. cakap macam kena kejar hantu.. moi yg watched semput tgk dia gitu.. sampai si artis tu suruh ulang balik apa yg dia cakap.. aku perasan masa dia interview *ddie murphy.. *ddie: 'say it again?'.. pastu dok tanya soalan yg sama pada semua artis lain yg dia interview tu.. aiseyy.. dah takde idea ke?     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, moi remembered this incident with wardrobe malfunction moment between j*stin t*mberlake and j*net j*ckson at the superbowl opening.. this was way back in 2001-2002.. I know it's old.. anyway, before each and every superbowl game (especially the national one.. if not mistaken la.. ) the famous artist(s) would be invited to sing national anthem and their song a bit.. if they don't mind and if they want to.. as far as I can remember, I'd watched c*line dion, sh*nia twain sang for the superbowl opening game.. it is something like ritual for them.. must invite famous singer to sing the national anthem.. so that the player and the people watch will always be in high spirit during the entire game.. I guess... so.. for this moment, it was duo show between JT and JJ.. suddenly, JT ripped off (accidently.. maybe from hyper/over dancing or feeling into the song's mood.. ) JJ front wardrobe that covered her boob (her left boob, if not mistaken..) so, there you go people!!.. free show to see JJ n*ppies in front of the national tv.. hahaha.. you could see j*net's bare breast on your tv!!.. at press conference, they claimed this was 'wardrobe malfunction'.. such things like that.. and JT claimed he didn't know anything about it.. they confirmed that the incident was not part of the performance.. such an idiot laa.. so funny pon ada gak bila ingat balik.. I didn't watched it on tv, but I watched on internet footage.. memang real sah sahih benar confirm lagi betol terjadi la.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other thought, why mesia tak buat gitu gak.. I mean.. before each and every game.. or kalo susah sangat before each final game ke (ke memang dah ada.. moi yg tak tau??..) games football, badminton.. (bukan banyak game kat mesia ni pon.. ) apa salahnya sing our national anthem.. or jemput artis, in the name of serving our beloved country.. or sapa2 yg sibuk sangat nak sing in front of big crowd.. so, at least the patriotic feeling is there.. and takdelah lost ntah ke mana.. at least, we are proud to be malaysian.. just say it doesn't make any difference.. you know the saying 'talk is cheap'.. so, this is the least we can do.. rite?? malaysia boleh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillarious moment of mesi*n artist during 'KL breakfast with stars':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al*m : siapa patut menang untuk best actress?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;d*yang : b*yonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;b*yonce not even nominated for the best actress.. dia ni konon nak jadi b*yonce klon.. copy bab rupa jelah.. and maybe performance a bit.. yet, the artis achievement or working progress, satu mende pon tak tau.. tapi dok dlm industri ni lama dah.. malu jek.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al*m : siapa agak2 menang untuk best picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rra : h*ppy feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this movie was not even nominated for the best picture.. in fact, it was nominated for animated movie.. tak boleh beza ke animation movie dgn movie yg betol.. kata pelakon.. sampai dapat title prim*dona melayu.. pakai baju cantik muka lawa.. voguedevass gitu.. I know everyone pon loves animated movie.. no doubt.. but then, takkan la one movie name yg di'nominated' tak tau langsung.. and to remind you, movie names semua terpampang at our cinemas.. moi myself pon jarang pi cinema.. current events maa.. bukan tanya soalan history pon.. and bukan cerita ketinggalan zaman berkurun abad lamanya.. ntahapeapantah.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fren has raised this question.. why they called it 'breakfast with star', yet the stars were all coming in evening dress? I guess, the prettiest and glamourest dress is the evening dress.. and I think it will not conjure up the right mood if you wear normal/formal dress/suit.. I dunno.. maybe they should drop the word 'breakfast' or change the name entirely.. she seemed to think 'breakfast' was not the right term.. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and c*melia won for best dress that morning.. worth it or not to see c*melia interview international artist on the grammy or the emmy?.. just wait and see till next year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2747561868706861472?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2747561868706861472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2747561868706861472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2747561868706861472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2747561868706861472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/03/breakfast-with-star.html' title='KL breakfast with stars..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-6069976219569102656</id><published>2007-02-26T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:17.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>and the oscar goes to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thedeparted.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RecEBf7m6hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jk1phc9MXPE/s1600-h/departed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RecEBf7m6hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jk1phc9MXPE/s400/departed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036999132035082770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recap on the oscar.. very very long show and boring.. it took up to 6 hours rather than 4 hours planned to be schedule.. even Ell*n D*generes cannot be a 'hero' to save the show from long boring dragging speeches.. during the opening, I guessed, it was quite ok.. then she'd rambled on her dream to become the oscar host and that dream finally came true last nite.. she said this year emmy show was to celebrate the nominees instead of to celebrate the winner as we always do.. at the end of that speech, someone threw tamborine at her.. suddenly, a stream of choir singers came along and sang 'hallelujah'.. and this group of people keep on singing and walking (well maybe dancing a bit..) from the stage down to the aisle where all the nominees sat.. finally, ellen joined and sang harmoniously (erkk... not really la..) together until the final word of 'hallelujah'... and that was the opening of the emmy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the rerun on star-movies-red-carpet (asia version of course) that supposedly hosted by d*minic and l*nda.. but where the hell was she? ke aku yg missed something.. like last yearnya pon moi watched the rerun.. adalah jugak muka m*ya karin tu.. back-to-back between her and sapa ntah aku tak ingat nama mamat vj channel v tu.. j*ey kot.. yet, at least adalah gak si m*ya tu interview few artist walau tak ramai.. and also footage on her preparation to the red carpet.. so moi confuse.. ke aku yg tengok salah slot.. sapa2 yg tau.. please inform me.. cold feet ka?? kawan aku lagi best.. dia kata linda lost kat red carpet.. sungguh kejamm.. hahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;best picture&lt;/strong&gt; : the departed (didn't have a chance to see the movie.. and blood diamond.. what a bummer.. I'm so frustrated.. leornado dicaprio is yummy.. and he is my hero.. 'u jump i jump' remember that quote line?? hehehe.. who can deny that?.. as older he gets, as handsome he looks.. that very pretty boyish look has gone people!!.. goshh.. *drool*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;best director&lt;/strong&gt; : martin scorcese 'the departed' (finally!! I love that he keeps his feet down to earth and didn't blamed the academy or anybody for that long-overdue emmy winning.. &lt;em&gt;bukan macam kat mesia ni.. siap beri ucapan tak puas hati dgn bahasa yg tak sedap didengar.. kata org lama dlm industri ni.. tapi cakap macam takde experience and macam baru sehari terjun dlm bidang seni.. konon setelah berpuluh tahun dok buat filem, satu award pon tak dapat.. inilah baru 1st time dapat.. ikhlas buat keje ke tak tu? pastu siap buat lawak yg tak berapa nak lawak.. and berbaur 18SX.. bosann.. &lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;best actor &lt;/strong&gt;: forest whitaker 'the last king of scotland' (I could see from the vt showed.. his intense emotion and in depth character as Ugandans dictator.. the movie is something like that.. and that accent is quite difficult to imitate, I tell ya.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;best actress&lt;/strong&gt; : helen mirren 'the queen' (she's british.. most experienced actress.. very smooth speech.. simply love it.. and very deserved to win also.. mind yaa.. )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;best supporting actor&lt;/strong&gt; : alan arkin 'little miss sunshine' (the movie is about dysfunctional family.. one family in this journey to little miss sunshine pageant at california to fulfill 7 year old deepest wish.. yet she has a suicidal father and drug-addicted grandfather to deal with.. why American loves everything dysfuntional? I dunno.. I think they love to watch something opposite than the ordinary.. they don't want to watch the sam-o sam-o one.. always want to be different.. in every way if possible..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;strong&gt;best supporting actress&lt;/strong&gt; : jennifer hudson 'dreamgirls' (didn't have a chance to see the movie.. I dunno if she did a lot of singing or acting on the movie.. so dunno what to say.. all I can say the singing is superb.. she did performed along beyonce and the other actress from the movie.. suara2 paktam/maktam memang takleh lawan la.. hi note semua leh capai..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu ada lagi satu moment yg aku 'terstunned' kejap.. for best original song.. melissa etheridge won for 'I Need to Wake Up' from movie 'An Inconvenient Truth' (never heard of the movie..) Ironically, this was the only song that was nominated from maybe not-so-famous movie.. the other nominations were 3 from 'dreamgirls' and 1 from 'cars'.. on the speech, she said thank you to her wife.. huh??? my first impression was, dressing same like ell*n.. is it possible that she ...?? it keeps me wondering jugak at first.. then, when she said 'I thank you my wife and our 4 kids'.. memang sah.. and 4 kids?? where were those kids came from?? I didn't know that she's that.. you know.. I know her name.. quite famous gak.. just tak perasan pulak dia begitu.. heshh.. apa nak jadi pada kaum hawa sekalian nih.. moi confuse.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a complete list of the winners, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.oscar.com/"&gt;the oscar&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-6069976219569102656?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/6069976219569102656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=6069976219569102656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6069976219569102656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/6069976219569102656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='and the oscar goes to..'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RecEBf7m6hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jk1phc9MXPE/s72-c/departed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1164506798794664591</id><published>2007-02-25T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:22:08.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>weekend updates</title><content type='html'>weekend had just went by with nothing interesting happen.. now back to monday blues.. and a full week working days ahead.. goshh!! I wish I'm at home watching OSCAR.. I kind of switched on the tv this morning and managed to catch a glimpse on some of the all stars attending the KL breakfast with stars in conjuction with Academy Awards at JW M*riott hotel.. ning baizura, yasmin hani, marsha, zahid, gee.. that were all the faces I could glanced on this morning.. I'm looking forward to watch the entire award ceremony.. since it's involving movies.. genre which I kind of master at.. even though I haven't got a chance to watch half (maybe more than that..) of the nominated movies..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god.. my boss is taking a long vacation.. for a week.. woohooo.. meaning I can take long lunch hours to settle my bills (&lt;em&gt;boleh pi mengulo&lt;/em&gt;..) and run other errands.. as of right now.. cannot remember anything that I should do besides bills.. I think I have to settle for my health insurance which is due on March.. cannot remember the exact date.. road tax and car insurance will due on April.. I don't have to worry about them till next month.. that settle then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend.. moi, my mom and 3 brothers went to visit our cousin who had involved in accident.. he had broken left shoulder and a few left ribs.. but the thing was, hospital didn't do anything.. I mean no bandages at all.. huh!! he was hospitalized for about 2 days and that was it.. and doc also said there was nothing they can do.. other than couples of x-rays and medication.. pain killers I guessed.. the doc said eventually the broken bones will adjoint after some time.. yeah rite.. before that? what he supposed to do? sitting around counting days until the broken bones mend themselves.. he'll be in a long leave, mind you.. for about 2 months.. his friend drove him to j*hol for '&lt;em&gt;urut&lt;/em&gt;' session for his left hand.. now he can lift that hand and even do some driving a bit.. otherwise, he cannot do a single thing other than lying on the bed.. even lying is a painful experience for him..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, since we were at s*pang area.. my bro decided to drive us to p*trajaya.. where else happening place in that area!!.. bcoz my mom said she wanted to go to the lake.. I don't know what is the name.. but I know they have this boat rides.. something like gondola in venice.. &lt;em&gt;iyer ke? tak tau la betol ke tak..&lt;/em&gt;.. and I think even eatery place on the boat.. of course, if you have so much spare cash to spend.. but since it was dark already.. so.. we went off to a*amanda and did window shopping a bit.. then, went to c*rrefour and spent some cash there for groceries.. even though this was our 2nd time reaching there due to its not-so-near location.. we managed to cover the entire mall that evening.. plus I'm not in the mood for window shopping and thinking I don't really have necessary things to buy... &lt;em&gt;bcoz gaji tak masuk lagi.. hahaha.. so.. dok diam2 jek&lt;/em&gt;.. I need to refrain myself from having a shopping spree and splurge myself into piles of new clothes.. I have to save some money to go somewhere for long holidays.. I'll let you know when the destination is confirmed.. till then.. signoff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1164506798794664591?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1164506798794664591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1164506798794664591' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1164506798794664591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1164506798794664591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-updates.html' title='weekend updates'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1364263130946106580</id><published>2007-02-22T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:17.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>you see double on ANTM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/americas-next-top-model"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/ReK2Ct_VvYI/AAAAAAAAADw/sgWEt6j3Ybc/s1600-h/antm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/ReK2Ct_VvYI/AAAAAAAAADw/sgWEt6j3Ybc/s320/antm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035787491174890882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New season has just started last Monday, which I missed.. Actually, I don't really have any idea when it will be started.. when my sis informed me last wed, then only I knew.. and asked her why didn't you tell me earlier!!.. she'd also kind of forgotten about the whole thing.. so, we'd planned on conquering the whole couch last nite for the rerun.. and also one of us should hold onto the remote until the end of the show.. so, it won't be in the hand of that lil boy who is contantly watching cartoon networks on channel 62.. I'd kind of stormed off in front of the tv after isya'.. and let him finished his favorite ones (dunno what is the name.. it appears to me, that all shows on 62 are his fav..) *sigh*.. after that, I 'berebut' the remote with him.. and 'shush'ed him to do his homework.. and said 'go to sleep'.. 'tomorrow is schoolday'.. thank god, he's not crying.. usually when I'm the one who confronted him.. he seems cool lil bit.. memang adalah adegan berebut tu.. itu jek.. eventually, he will let go off the remote without me doing anything.. unless I'm really really mad.. then, adalah tambah adegan cubit-cubitan in that scene.. bcoz I'm not the one who's constantly provoking/teasing him madly.. unlike 'abang' dia.. then, aku pon tak perasan bila masa dia amik his homework (kind of listened to what I said..) and asked me, if I have a pencil.. haiyaa.. this boy, selalu hilang pencil and eraser and ntah apa2 lagi school items.. even my dad pon selalu marah dia.. mana ntah letak songkok, botol air.. everyday kena pakai yg baru.. pelupa tu satu hal.. misplace lagi barang2 dia.. what a disaster combination.. if this continues, tak tau la camner.. memang he is so lack at this area... even mainan dia baru pegang and letak ntah kat mana, and then pi minum air kat dapur jap.. pastu datang depan, tanya kita balik mana mainan tadi.. tak tau la if anak aku sok camner.. mintak2 jgn la jadi gini.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu, dia pi kat my mom.. and memang selalunya my mom yg ajar coz if org lain yg ajar semua tak makan saman.. then, my mom bila dah masuk bab teaching ni, jadi macam singa betina lapar.. that's why she cannot be a teacher.. sempat jugak jadi cikgu jap.. tapi tak tahan kena buli ngan anak murid (same thing with me.. cannot be a teacher.. level kesabaran tu tak sampai.. ) so, dipendekkan cerita.. dia telah panggil 'cikgu mama garang'.. hahahaha.. aku yg depan tv ni gelak sakit perut!!.. even my dad had to intervened and sambung ajar what he supposed to do.. then, aku tengok tak abis2 jugak dia buat homework tu.. so, asked him to sit with me and aku pon ajar la dia sikit.. to write no '8' and '9'.. finally, siap jugak.. *phuihh*... and I know, ini sudah masuk cerita lain..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. what I think of this new season of &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/americas-next-top-model"&gt;ANTM&lt;/a&gt; (cycle 7, I think..) yg tak puas hati why has twin as one (or two) of the contestants.. sungguh tak puas hati.. they're look alike, right? so, why do we need two of them?.. it doesn't make any sense at all.. I know la, they are different in terms of personality, characters and so on.. If they are un-alike at all, it is acceptable.. but the look.. isn't that count too??.. plus they have cut one chance and probability to other millions people who want to be a model.. who were looking so much different than them (just to remind y'all..) and who had queued several miles just to be on the show.. and who were probably deserved to be as one of the participant too.. hishh.. tyra favoured michelle.. and the other judges, ms and mr jay, favoured angela.. one is sweet and the other one is tomboy.. I dunno who goes to who, bcoz I simply cannot pay attention at all, after tyra announced the final cut.. I'm still kind of pushing that piece of information to sink in my mind.. so, there you go people, I rest my case.. I'm planning to watch one more time the rerun on Sunday.. goshh... why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;don't forget to watch the show every Monday on &lt;a href="http://www.astro.com.my/v5/programming/channels/channel_v/"&gt;channel v&lt;/a&gt; @8pm&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1364263130946106580?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1364263130946106580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1364263130946106580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1364263130946106580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1364263130946106580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/twin-on-antm-anyone.html' title='you see double on ANTM'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/ReK2Ct_VvYI/AAAAAAAAADw/sgWEt6j3Ybc/s72-c/antm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-4442398428882393217</id><published>2007-02-21T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:21:53.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>far away message</title><content type='html'>hello again.. takde apa pon nak cerita sangat.. cuma aku baru jek dapat khabar berita from one of my long lost friend.. dapat sms jek.. pelik gak aku.. apasal no tepon panjang sangat.. aku macam blur sekejap.. aku tau kengkadang member aku yg from states call.. tapi dia selalu call.. jarang nak sms.. so, aku tanya jelah direct... 'siapa tu'.. barulah tau siapa.. aku tanya dia pakai no apa nih.. panjang berjela semacam.. aku tau sbb dia ni pelik sikit.. mana la tau dia setkan ip address dia as no phone lak ke.. ip address dah la memang worldwide.. susah nak trace.. kalo dah komputer genius sangat.. camtuh la jadinya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupanya dia takde kat mesia.. di tanah arab saudi rupanya.. perghh.. dah 2 minggu kat sana.. tengah bosan la tu.. itu yg ingat kat aku.. if not.. jangan harap la.. time kat mesia ni memang jarang sekali tanya khabar berita.. bila dah jauh camtuh.. baru la ingat kat aku.. takpelah.. so.. aku tanya dia.. how's life.. life bosan giloss.. (&lt;em&gt;hey, that's not new.. you tell me about it&lt;/em&gt;..) no life kat sana.. in addition, family pon takleh bawak.. aku tau dia selalu outstation berbagai.. tapi sekejap2 jek.. but this time, for 3 years dia kena stay kat situ.. huh!! aku macam tak percaya.. kesian pon ada.. itulah dok mengadu kat aku.. aku tanya dia, if dia kenal sapa2 kat sana.. yg boleh dikenalkan ngan aku.. dia kata, larat ke nak kawan ngan arab.. hahaha.. if kenal mana2 melayu nanti, jgn lupa kenalkan kat aku.. not in desperate ways la..  saja nak cheer him up.. memang betol kata dia.. tengah 'gila meroyan' dok sorang2 kat sana.. then, dia suruh aku dtg jadi tukang masak dia.. makan sana tak sedap.. sapa larat makan nasi beriani, roti naan tiap2 hari.. harap dia masak.. memang dia tak masak.. hehehe.. aku kata boleh jek... if boleh, aku berenti keje skrg jugak.. suruh dia bayar gaji aku as tukang masak cum maid.. agak2 boleh hidup tak aku kat sana?? alone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku just tersangat respect kat dia.. coz even though dia gila2 and konon2nya dulu anti pompuan (&lt;em&gt;siap ada gilfren senyap2.. itu tak tahan tu&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;pigi dahhh&lt;/em&gt;..).. memang tak pernah cakap ngan pompuan.. dia dlm dunianya yg tersendiri.. tgk muka memang garang giler.. tapi itu semua gimmick belaka.. eventually masa kat states.. knows how to mingled around us.. yang sememangnya ramai pompuan.. jadi nak tak nak memang dia kena kawan jugak dgn us.. if not, memang takde kawan la &lt;em&gt;mu&lt;/em&gt;.. baiknya ngan aku.. sebab since aku ni kononnya bakal-adik-ipar dia yg tak jadi.. even though aku kenal dia pon thru 'adik' dia.. he still remains as one of my best friend ever.. hopefully.. and the best hacker in mesia.. sampai budak2 uitm pon nak jadi cam dia.. sungguh dasat..  bagusnya if aku ada skill camtuh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my big bro, s*me.. ada 150 weeks and 1050 hari lagi ko kat sana.. jangan la dok pikir banyak sangat pasal 'gila meroyan' ko tu.. just do what you have to do.. ko tu kan sentiasa ada jek mende nak buat.. aku tau la ko tu.. manaleh dok diam.. so carilah mende nak buat... and jangan la mengira hari sangat.. sekejap jek tu.. tak lama lagi, pejam celik pejam celik dah balik mesia.. if ko tak larat makan nasi beriani, roti naan.. aku boleh courierkan brahim's banyak2 utk ko.. ko cari rice cooker jek.. and masak nasi.. concentrate on whatever you have to do.. yang lain2 tak yah pikir sangat.. haii.. lebih dr suku abad dok membujang.. takkan la 3 thn takleh kot.. ini challenge drpd aku.. hahahaha.. okies.. good luck.. take a good care of yourself.. jangan lupa beli souvenir untuk aku banyak2... hahahaha... bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-4442398428882393217?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/4442398428882393217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=4442398428882393217' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4442398428882393217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/4442398428882393217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/far-away-message.html' title='far away message'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-2922405191438741532</id><published>2007-02-17T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:18.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telly'/><title type='text'>the sisterhood of the traveling pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rd0DzN_VvWI/AAAAAAAAADY/rJJl7vHD_eY/s1600-h/sister1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rd0DzN_VvWI/AAAAAAAAADY/rJJl7vHD_eY/s320/sister1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034184136933621090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sisterhoodofthetravelingpants.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sisterhoodofthetravelingpants.warnerbros.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rd0DmN_VvVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CUUBViYhhVU/s1600-h/sister2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rd0DmN_VvVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CUUBViYhhVU/s320/sister2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034183913595321682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is adapted from story written by Ann Brashares.. this is the movie where I first fall in love with America Ferrera.. I know.. and you know it.. in reality, Hollywood doesn't really look or even blink with the sight of big fat figure... yet charming and talented actress like her came along.. and you just cannot ignore her forever.. Hollywood today has changed.. I really hope this scenario will improve and grow into positive direction.. hopefully there will be more and more normal and fat people you can watch onscreen.. what I meant, just normal people.. not the skinny dippy type with the size of '0'.. enough with their appearances on magazines all over the world.. normal people with the size of 6 to 14... that's normal y'all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back to the story.. the story is about friendship of 4 best friends.. they have been friends for as long as they can remember despite differences among each other.. Ferrera, who plays Carmen is the writer and narrator in the movie.. she is so looking forward to meet her father in North Carolina after a very long time, yet get crushed after found out that her father has new life with a new family and kind of forgot about her.. Lena (who also plays one of the Gilmore Girls) is the quiet one yet still feel insecure and afraid to explore her life especially to fall in love despite everything she has.. she is spending her summer in Greece with her 'pupi' and 'yaya'.. I love the scene in Greece.. it is so beautiful.. definitely one of my dream places to go.. then, there is Bridget, the tall blonde girl who is desperate for attention, always overdo everyhing to show-off people, and yet she is the leader and the caretaker of the group.. she spends summer in Mexico for her soccer training camp.. lastly, Tibby, the rebellious one.. always know what she wants to be and what to do.. and always has this wrong perception of people around her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, they're all fit into a pair of jean despite different sizes each of everyone has.. since they will be apart during summer.. they'd make this vow to share equally time (1 week) to wear that jean until they'll back together at their hometown.. and they'd really hope that miracle would happen while wearing that jean.. so, the pant travels from Greece to Tibby, she's the only who spend summer without going nowhere to finish her documentary at hometown, Maryland to Carmen in North Carolina and to Bridget in Mexico.. during first round of the traveling pant, there was nothing happen.. but on the second round, there were something meaningful happen which reflect their life afterwards.. or so they thought there were..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the story revolves on the teenagers who-sre-still-searching-of-who-they-are character.. but for me, the message hidden beyond all wicked, funny, immature, stupid moments is their friendship.. this is what matter the most.. that pair of jean has nothing to do with what they thought would bring miracle into their life.. for me, it is just so happen that jean can stretch enough and fit them all.. So, to all my fren... for whatever reasons, I do cherish you for coming into my life.. and really hope that you will always be my friend forever and ever.. and without you, I wouldn't be so confident and brave enough to move on with my life after the downfall... for that I thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2922405191438741532?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2922405191438741532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2922405191438741532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2922405191438741532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2922405191438741532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/sisterhood-of-traveling-pants.html' title='the sisterhood of the traveling pants'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/Rd0DzN_VvWI/AAAAAAAAADY/rJJl7vHD_eY/s72-c/sister1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-1524451106420664741</id><published>2007-02-16T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:18:11.668-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>cuti cuti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-95.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782117613973&amp;site=widget-95.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=16&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782117613973&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p1/216172782117613973/ms_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=24&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188079694057&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e9.slide.com/p2/144115188079694057/ms_t024_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johor bharu-singapore from 21 to 24 December 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188079737305&amp;site=widget-d9.slide.com" width="700" height="150" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:700px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=25&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188079737305&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p1/144115188079737305/ms_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=25&amp;sk=0&amp;cy=ms&amp;th=0&amp;id=144115188079737305&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d9.slide.com/p2/144115188079737305/ms_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genting highland from 2 to 3 February 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersempena dengan mood holidays ni.. CNY is coming around the town.. I wish you all a Happy New Year.. may this coming year fill with a lot of joy and happiness and prosperous to our life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-1524451106420664741?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/1524451106420664741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=1524451106420664741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1524451106420664741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/1524451106420664741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/cuti-cuti.html' title='cuti cuti'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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-7472996645231559615.post-7493320378744442280</id><published>2007-02-13T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:20.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan2'/><title type='text'>TGIF dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031306013550752834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RdLKKY36tEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c_eh7iSTtkk/s200/77935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031305893291668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RdLKDY36tDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Jp7ZPrtCuLQ/s200/55942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last nite my boss treat us, me and 2 other collegues, for dinner at TGIF subang parade... I had chicken salad something (don't remember the exact name).. which I thought I can finish the whole lot at first.. but unfortunately due to a full-ed stomach resulted from a full plate (not even a plate.. a saucer in fact.. I think..) of manhattan fish fillet and a lot of fries luncheon.. there was still half plate salad remaining.. and lot of tortillas chips.. what a waste.. my boss even asked if anyone wants dessert.. then he made this remark by looking at our plate.. clearly we cannot afford to eat anymore food.. goshh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it was a farewell dinner for one of my collegue, his last day will be tomorrow, 15th Feb.. Then, it'll leave just the 2 of us.. me and another collegue and my boss.. meaning more and more workload for me.. aiseyy.. which is I kind of wish for that long time ago, when I kind of felt.. it's no point of coming to work anymore... but now, I don't have 'that' motivation to keep me going.. just wrong timing laa.. even right now, you can see laziness indication of coming late to work as if this is my dad's office.. and keep on stalling and procrastinating every piles of work I've got to do.. plus holiday season (CNY) is just around the corner.. made me more&lt;em&gt; malas&lt;/em&gt; maa.. I pray really hard that my boss will take a very long leave/vacation/ holiday/honeymoon so I can do whatever I want.. I even asked him to used-up all his carried forward leave (he has more than 30 days leave.. accum from last year as well..) but he said he went broke since his wedding on 20th Jan @ Nikko Hotel.. a very grande one.. 'Wedding of the Year'.. I tell you.. hahahaha.. he said he'll wait for MATTA fair this march.. and if there is interesting cheap holidays package.. then only he'll go.. choii.. &lt;em&gt;bilalah tu agaknya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to go somewhere to see different things and explore different places.. It is important to 'recharge' myself in order to keep me going further.. otherwise I won't feel that I'm really alive.. and will going backwards.. after 'recharged' only I'll regain conciousness and keep awake throughout even moi, myself do not know until when.. only God knows how long my "motivation" will last.. it'll all depend on the mood and how much pressure I can handle.. otherwise I'll be wandering off with no places to go.. with no life to live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd managed to get home on time to catch this new show, &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/a&gt;, on &lt;a href="http://www.8tv.com.my/english/main.asp"&gt;8tv&lt;/a&gt;... Actually, it has started since last week.. Well, last nite was the 2nd episode... When they first started promo on this series, I just cannot wait to watch the show.. I've heard the title on &lt;a href="http://www.thegoldenglobes.com/"&gt;Golden Globe Award&lt;/a&gt;.. as a matter of fact, it was one of the favorite nominees.. and winner too (even till we speak).. it has defeated &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt;, which was 2 times winner and one of the favorite tv show (still holding the title without no doubt).. and this new kid on the block, has became the new receiver of &lt;a href="http://www.thegoldenglobes.com/"&gt;Golden Globe&lt;/a&gt; for the Best TV Comedy/Musical that very nite.. and Ferrera who plays Betty Suarez on that show won the Best Female Actress on Comedy/Musical.. even though, it's adapted from Spanish version of I don't what is the title.. not really a new show.. to produce it in Hollywood and to make a big hit with million viewers .. shows that it's refreshing to have this kind of story.. it's about reality and our mentality.. and it's all true.. with all good reviews it received, no wonder it was nominated for several categories.. and I love true and honest performance by Ferrera... she's great.. what more can I say.. you have to watch the show first, then you'll know what I mean.. Now I have one more reason to be glued in front of the tv every tuesday nite... In fact, it will be tuesday-marathon-nite.. start with &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index.html"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.ntv7.com.my/"&gt;NTV7&lt;/a&gt; @8.30pm, then follow by &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/uglybetty/index.html"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/a&gt; @9.30pm and lastly &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt; @10.30pm both on&lt;a href="http://www.8tv.com.my/english/main.asp"&gt; 8tv&lt;/a&gt;.. I love tv.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-7493320378744442280?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/7493320378744442280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=7493320378744442280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7493320378744442280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/7493320378744442280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/tgif-dinner.html' title='TGIF dinner'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RdLKKY36tEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/c_eh7iSTtkk/s72-c/77935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-8942738066287707726</id><published>2007-02-09T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:45:20.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>AZ vs B2M</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RdLK1I36tFI/AAAAAAAAABI/6rdA1X9TJ9U/s1600-h/mechemaz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031306747990160466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RdLK1I36tFI/AAAAAAAAABI/6rdA1X9TJ9U/s200/mechemaz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since farid has brought up this interesting topic on the comment entry.. marilah aku story.. untuk menambahkan lagi ke'jeles'an all my frens yg memang dah sampai tahap dewa tu.. tak abis lagi rupanya cerita ni.. because moi dapat berjumpa.. berdiri bersebelahan.. bersalaman.. bergandingan untuk bergambaran with jejaka terhangat satu malaya.. tak lain tak bukan daripada Annuar Zain!!!! at the Boyz II Men concert recently.. unfortunately, kawan2 sekalian.. sekeping jek picca me n AZ (&lt;em&gt;itupon bertiga not berdua&lt;/em&gt;).. AZ buat muka comel pulak tuh.. not the handsome one.. aiseymen.. frust jugak.. on the other hand my fren, chem, who'd the one of ntv7 breakfast show winners of 2 free tickets to the concert.. and the one who'd offered moi first, among other frens (&lt;em&gt;sorry you guys.. aku jek pon yang selalunya available.. lain semua banyak komitmen&lt;/em&gt;).. which I kind of ignored the sms message at first because I'm so very busy at that time due to the system upgrade.. but then later were being informed by ewok at YM in an angry/reminder kind of tone.. why on earth I still do not answer the message.. and if chem, still doesn't has accompany by that day which is thursday (concert on sat nite) that she'll give away those tickets.. and moi eventually called her during lunch hour.. without further adue, booked ourselves a standard view room at First World Hotel while still on the phone with her (&lt;em&gt;nasib ada room lagi&lt;/em&gt;..)... and finally, she was the one yang dapat took picca berdua dgn AZ.. iskk.. tension gue!!!.. the reason was chem jeles aku dapat dok sebelah AZ time amik gamba yg dia buat muka comel itu (the 1st pic-3 of us).. and time the picture taken AZ telah menyengetkan kepalanya sampai aku pon kena adjust kepala aku coz rambut dia yg mengerbang2 itu telah mencucuk2 biji mataku.. aduss.. when it was my turn to take pic.. just the 2 of us.. it felt like an hour i'd been standing next to him.. and the worst part, battery lak time tu nak empty.. geram aku!!.. so tak kesampaian la hajat aku nak lebih men'jobo'kan (lama tak guna words nih.. since kat mcc lagi time satu bilik ngan lynn, batu pahat.. I wonder where is she now and what she's doing..) myself pada kawan2 sekalian.. sekian, terima kasih *phuiihhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: kindly fully charged your digicam battery before you accidently meet AZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I will upload the piccas later ---&gt; upload the picca alredi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-8942738066287707726?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/8942738066287707726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=8942738066287707726' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8942738066287707726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/8942738066287707726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/az-vs-b2m.html' title='AZ vs B2M'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQl9pi6seho/RdLK1I36tFI/AAAAAAAAABI/6rdA1X9TJ9U/s72-c/mechemaz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472996645231559615.post-2285996626854132710</id><published>2007-02-08T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:23:52.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Bienvenue</title><content type='html'>Hello all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the entry titled French word 'bienvenue' means welcome.. I'd welcome myself to the blog world.. I'd always read and enjoy my fren's blogs.. never thought that moi myself will be apart of bloggers community.. I guess since I have that bullet-fly-typing talent from old days of daily online chatting.. why not put that talent to a good use.. for me, blogging is a modern way of writing a journal.. you write about your everyday life.. Not everyone has time of our precious life to sit down and write a journal.. (and I know not everyone give a damn on writing one).. I know that I don't have time to write on my 12 years old journal.. I know it is so old, people.. I know.. so many "I know" *sigh* But, I cannot throw it away.. there are so many memories in that little journal.. and there are still more spaces to write.. now I wonder what did I wrote by the way.. so &lt;em&gt;kesian&lt;/em&gt;.. maybe back in the old days I don't really have that writing skill (even until today.. so &lt;em&gt;sedar diri&lt;/em&gt;).. I don't know thousand words.. and since my handwriting is very bad.. even sometimes I myself cannot read what I wrote.. it is like reading an ancient language book... I just know what was my mood at that time, during each pages being written.. If I can read the page, meaning I was in a good/happy mood.. really taking time and lay-out everything I wanted to write on that particular entry.. If I was in a bad mood, then the words will be all crooked.. you can see never-ending tail at the end of the letter.. sometimes the letter was pressed deep down onto the page.. It produced a hole which I hate, that ruined my little journal... Need I say more??.. What the heck!! Today is the perfect day to start my own personal blog (since my boss is gone.. hehehe..) So.. Congratulations to moi!!! Enjoy monvieennuyeuse = my boring life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7472996645231559615-2285996626854132710?l=monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/feeds/2285996626854132710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7472996645231559615&amp;postID=2285996626854132710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2285996626854132710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7472996645231559615/posts/default/2285996626854132710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monvieennuyeuse.blogspot.com/2007/02/bienvenue.html' title='Bienvenue'/><author><name>moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02049357418203870495</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></feed>
