tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56832413815347732032024-03-14T02:28:53.183-07:00UNDENIABLE TRUTHDon't you sometimes feel like you wanted the world to know your thoughts or what you are thinking about right at this moment?shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683241381534773203.post-89918318402723505932009-10-25T03:15:00.000-07:002009-10-25T03:19:30.418-07:00Graduation<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It's graduation season for students from UiTM and all the photos posted online just got me thinking about my graduation day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">One the day of my graduation, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NOTE THIS DOWN</span>: I prefer </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >cake</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">, not flowers. Thanks. :)</span>shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683241381534773203.post-77466473557844324912009-09-22T05:33:00.000-07:002009-09-22T05:42:24.265-07:00Zaman Kegemilangan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtlOzqOnfCYY1D2enIRVfuQLAogL56rdpyG-wa5iAmbrw-sgRp9UMwfpzFbWqmj-VaHX74jI3BmOt4B8nOnkR3i6J9gj7tqFX8EnSsNoTefiBcfIKH7cwEqOs7xg2Jl5xUDmzXKbGJU8/s1600-h/DSCN4280.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtlOzqOnfCYY1D2enIRVfuQLAogL56rdpyG-wa5iAmbrw-sgRp9UMwfpzFbWqmj-VaHX74jI3BmOt4B8nOnkR3i6J9gj7tqFX8EnSsNoTefiBcfIKH7cwEqOs7xg2Jl5xUDmzXKbGJU8/s320/DSCN4280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384270445214475602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOK0vwCPat4N4Xht9v5yRX3muN19RyNaExjVALiKrJnql0aIzvL4Fjsrw3xDxyTFntG8q5NxxsNuc_MwQTnuNRDsCM0tHjGudmDIZbH70dQFm1QFXQdgYj3hhIf7wVwSz8LKMGCiOnqMY/s1600-h/DSCN2744.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOK0vwCPat4N4Xht9v5yRX3muN19RyNaExjVALiKrJnql0aIzvL4Fjsrw3xDxyTFntG8q5NxxsNuc_MwQTnuNRDsCM0tHjGudmDIZbH70dQFm1QFXQdgYj3hhIf7wVwSz8LKMGCiOnqMY/s320/DSCN2744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384270436868656290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZNFFjpK4OeZMW7l5cS4imL96k22kb8YPPg-lpKbsaLoXaa9RkgKJRNlTNecanGXZ-1RzIea5aBd2M9csqdW-CEvjMu7ANtQ1ZZL74V5FJ7rsRiY48Nn8RBcQebvHYgGznTOynT6J-UI/s1600-h/DSCN3012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZNFFjpK4OeZMW7l5cS4imL96k22kb8YPPg-lpKbsaLoXaa9RkgKJRNlTNecanGXZ-1RzIea5aBd2M9csqdW-CEvjMu7ANtQ1ZZL74V5FJ7rsRiY48Nn8RBcQebvHYgGznTOynT6J-UI/s320/DSCN3012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384270433063531346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The past, will soon repeat itself! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" >BELIEVE</span>......<br /></div>shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683241381534773203.post-41664204368320127432009-09-14T02:01:00.000-07:002009-10-04T17:01:44.748-07:003 Days in counting........Hari Raya is coming up!<br /><br />This just makes me sad. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >I LOVE</span> celebrating it back home. I never used to like raya that much though to be honest. It was the same old routine <u>every year</u>. We'll have an open house at an aunts house one weekend, and the next weekend its at another aunts house and they'll invite the same exact people, AGAIN! It gets frustrating because you'll run out of things to say after 3 weeks in. And the thing that i <s>HATE</s> the most is that everytime, and i really mean EVERYTIME we have our family gatherings, the first thing the aunts will comment on is always and will always be your appearance. And usually its the bad bits that they'll get you on like the classic "Apesal awak nampak makin berisi eh". And the funny thing is it's like they're asking a question but making a statement at the same time. It's like being featured in a tabloid with the papparazzi going <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">"TOO KEEN FOR SOME RENDANG"</span></span> on your photo!<br /><br />Negative views aside, I always look forward to the <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><u>FOOD</u></span></span>. That's the only time of the year that you get to eat 100 servings of rendang, ketupat, kuah kacang, lemang and alllll the kuih raya!<br />And the best one by far is always my mum's rendang and kuah kacang.<br /><br />Our family "ritual" for raya consists of getting dressed with our favourite baju kurung/kebaya in the morning and coming downstairs to the best breakfast ever! Mum's <span style="font-style: italic;">rendang and kuah kacang with nasi impit</span>. YUmmmmmm.......<br />Before heading off to WAN's sisters' house, we have our mintak ampun "ceremony". Ellia will always be the first one to cry! And then me :p. Well who can blame us. It's a very emotional moment. I'm not gonna get into it coz it'll make me cry just talking about it! In 2007 though, we didn't have our little ceremony. We didn't have one in 2006 either and I just thought it was because Ellia was in Aus and our family wasn't complete without her, so Dad just decided not to do it. But I felt really disappointed when we didn't have after that year. :(<br /><br />I remebered this one year when I was like 11, we spent 2-3 nights helping the surau by kopek-ing like 3kgs of bawang!! ;). I remembered the burning eyes,<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">INSANE!</span> </span>We resorted to sunnies and the "mancis dlm mulut" theory. Didn't help tho :p. Good times.....I miss that. Don't u ever feel like u're slipping away from your family the more u get older. I do. Maybe because my life before was mostly about family. Now that I'm older, I have more portions of my own life (well being in another continent and all!) and that family bit is so small that I feel like I'm deprived of it. I guess that's normal. The transition. But I still wasn't ready to give my family up this much.<br /><br />Anywho! Every year the <u>Wollongong Malaysian Society</u> does this potluck gathering at the botanical garden. I bought some mud cake last year because I didn'd have a proper kitchen to make something of my own. But this year I'm planning to make some kuah kacang+nasi impit, since that's easy to make in big portions compare to rendang. And if all goes well, I'm planning to have a "raya" picnic with my friends during my term break. Can't wait for that!<br /><br />It sucks to be celebrating raya away from home. You don't get into it coz no one cares. But at I can say I've experienced it once in my lifetime. It's different. It's unsatisfying.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">But hey, it's not the end of the world.<br /><br />And I must say I'm glad that I have <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">CHRIS</span></span> and <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">G1</span></span> around to celebrate it with me.<br />They're my only family here.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">MAAF ZAHIR&BATIN</span><br /></div>shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683241381534773203.post-59648901478594592192009-09-05T11:27:00.001-07:002009-09-05T11:54:07.600-07:00CURRENT OBSSESSION<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ok ok. for those who knows me pretty well, i get obssessed with certain things (to be honest, a certain bloke) from time to time and it'll go on for quite some time. The only one that has lasted for 4 years is my obssession with <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Stevie G</span>. *wink*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I just watched Step Up 2 The Streets for the first time ever recently. I know it like old news, but I didn't get the chance to watch it last year because it came out when I first arrived in Aus. Watching a movie was the last thing on my mind at that time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So now basically I'm totally obssessed with the finale dance scene and everything and everyone that has to do with it. Well mainly </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;">ROBERT HOFFMAN</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">. I never knew him before this movie eventhough I've watched She's The Man and You Got Served (which he starred in). He is a heck of a dancer! If u watch this, trust me u'll be mezmerized by his moves. And same goes to </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;">BRIANA EVIGAN</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">. Man she's hot! That last bit she did when it was the girls part to dance, </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >OMG!</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> N the famous scene with the chest n the hand...</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >.DOUBLE OMG! </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">If I had another life, oh how I wish I was a dancer.<br /> </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysHYscK7goWCO0oGx0hRTpZgTU476EsynOzm8hSjD1VRI5x4sSIW7fjJG3nVOhcAJN-ZDK6n2Kl6kITEs5tg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683241381534773203.post-305576041418122009-08-27T02:25:00.000-07:002009-08-27T02:40:31.169-07:00JEFF VADER<span style="font-family: courier new;">My chem lecturer likes to show us funny videos at the end of her lectures. This is one of it n I was laughing my head off when she showed it to us. Hope it'll have the same affect on you! </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >ENJOY ~</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxWIChWgmJvpK-lZSOBes1579n8b5PQC5cFMCuhZ6DVruwNLF1w4HNFxdg2xEQ8EsYHgGu-YT6kHl3JFcXgXQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5683241381534773203.post-31676477037337421322009-08-15T21:27:00.000-07:002009-08-15T22:47:41.052-07:00A BLOGGER is born.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The title sort of gave the jist away hey. No worries, coz there's more coming your way. <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Don't hold thy breath</span>. (gotta love pheobe)<br /><br />Why have I decided to have a blog after 100yrs of it's existance u asked? There's actually good reasoning behind it. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >SHOCKING</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. </span>And being as organised as I am, I've decided to make a list. And it goes.....<br /></span><ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>I've had alot of moments in my life when I felt like sharing my thoughts with the world just to see if someone out there might have the exact same view as I do...or not. Whatever.</li><li>Sometimes I stumble across things I thought should be noted for my future reference. You know you've had those moments too!<br /></li><li>Just so I can read back on the past and remember what I've been through and that I'm still surviving. Coz sometimes, you just needed to be reminded of those things.</li><li>And last but not least, because I've always been and will always be a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >CHATTERBOX</span>. I need an outlet for it! And guess what, you're my lucky victims! HAhaHAhahAHhah(evil laugh)<br /></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, here it is. <span style="font-weight: bold;">MY BLOG</span>. I remember back in the day people wrote these stuff in diaries. I've had a few diaries in my lifetime</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Never was I good at it though. ;(</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckily we're heading to a <span style="font-weight: bold;">paperless society</span> anyway. </span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm not hoping or wishing of anything coming from you readers out there. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hate it. Love it. Laugh at it. Disagree with it. I don't CARE. </span><br />It's my thoughts and I can do whatever I want with it.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So earthlings, we shall meet again soon.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sayonara for now.....</span><br /></div>shzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18176062083092438474noreply@blogger.com1