<?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-6119880327254873093</id><updated>2012-01-27T05:10:27.827+08:00</updated><category term='Crazee'/><title type='text'>Here, There, And Everywhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Against All Barriers Of Verbal Communication</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2943626100253490227</id><published>2011-01-14T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:34:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Lost Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello! Oh my God it's been a long time since I've been here. I never thought that I would open this blog again. But yeah, in the light of the recent events, I think I should have my say, even though nobody is reading. Since this  is the first time I'm writing in the past, what, seven months? I think I would update on whatever my thought has been swirling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, these past few months, I'm happily married (eceh married pulak, kapel je..) to my Sayang. He3 there has been up and downs but I have to say that the ups overcame the downs and trust me, it has been quite heavenly. ;) he3 Being in a relationship this far again has taught me that nothing can be taken without consequences, and things will never go the way you like. Follow the flow, and you'll never drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have to say that I noticed that there has been a lot of deaths recently. I know that everyday lots of people die, but recently the deaths are coming nearer and nearer. Many of the people I know are now on their way to the other world. Probably this is because of my age, not to say that I'm old but I do know a lot of people now. And those people are, you know, old. That might explains the fact that maybe a small portion of my acquiantance are now dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Malaysia is now going through a very interesting chapter. Everyone is now blaming the other party for whatever mishaps that happen. That is not fair. Try to look at the situation, analyse, and then start blaming. Ini tak, belum2 mahu bakar buku lah, pelan 100 hari lah. Pelik2 saje.. Oh ya, Datuk Idris keluar TV haritu. My roomate at Mekah tu. he3 tumpang glamour kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, lastly and I never wanted to talk about it actually, is that right now I'm struggling to find a company to analyse for my VIVA. I'm so busy sometimes that I have to cancel my date with my girl.. Hu3 I'm so sory Sayang.. ;) You want me to make you proud right..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now.. I think I still have the interest in writing, but flare dah takde la.. hu3 Bosan je. MUET dapat 4 je pulak tu! haih.. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last saya update kan Sayang? he3 ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2943626100253490227?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2943626100253490227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2943626100253490227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2943626100253490227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2943626100253490227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-long-lost-blog.html' title='My Long Lost Blog'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2129783961813171861</id><published>2010-07-03T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:15:30.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away They Went</title><content type='html'>I haven't been writing for God knows how long. I have come to a dead end on this writing thing, because I really have run out of ideas on what to write. Seriously, and even if I have anything to write, it would be of something that is so short, and mushy. He3 something that you would wanna find in a Tumblr blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I found out that Toh Puan Norashikin Mohd Seth, widow of the late Tun Dr Ismail, died of old age, a day after the passing of Tun Omar Ong Yoke Lin. I realised that recently, many iconic figure had passed away. I do admit that many of them are way passed their time, but still, it's like when you let a few drops of water through a crack, it would turn into a stream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I would like to offer my condolence to those who recently lost their loved ones. Especially to Mr Izuan. May God bless their soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2129783961813171861?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2129783961813171861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2129783961813171861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2129783961813171861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2129783961813171861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2010/07/away-they-went.html' title='Away They Went'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6259317326107793903</id><published>2010-03-16T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:15:06.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Entry On My Life</title><content type='html'>Hello. It seems that I have lost my mojo to express my feelings, what more to write here in this God forsaken blog. But when I have one, I believe it's best to just use it and say out whatever I feel, be it good or not. Okay, once in while, aku nak jugak meluahkan perasaan dalam bahasa ibunda. Ataupun bahasa bonda? Bahasa emak boleh kah? Ibu punya bahasa pun jadi kan? Ape2 je lah. Korang faham, aku pun gembira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak dua ni, macam2 dah jadi. Maksud aku, assignment tiba2 menimbun dan menggunung, test pulak berderet, appointment (ececeh perjumpaan sudeh..) bersama groupmate untuk siapkan group work pun asik terbatal dek sebab yang sorang accident, yang sorang lagi macam biskut meri, yang sorang (well this one I have no problem with) mahukan setiap particular details diperincikan, dan sorang lagi (teka siapa okay) berlagak macam ketua projek tapi sebenarnya evaluate dan approve je benda2 yang lagi satu tu propose. Hm, bukan tu mmg kerja ketua ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, not to mention yang aku jealous tengok ramai giler senior pergi PD lah, JB la, MBB (Melaka Bandaraya Bersejarah) la, Shah Alam la, just sebab buat trip yang aku tak rasa benefit gained from the trip pun except for having fun dan berseronok basking in the sun. Apa pasal kitorang part 4 macam bosan takde trip ke bandar besar sebegitu? Aku takde lah mintak mahu ke Paris ke, Ulaan Batar ke tapi Shah Alam dah okay kan.. Takpe2 pegi sendiri je nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that aku mempunyai beberapa kawan yang aku tak berapa berkenan. I mean, nak menganjing tu, tak perlu lah bertubi2 yeah. Kita baru kenal. And for God sake aku lebih tua dari kau. The hell you should know yang aku sebenarnya memang tengah menjauhkan sikit diri dari anda. And to someone else if you know who you are, tak perlu desperate untuk cari kawan okay? Kalau muka je jambu tapi perangai tak semenggah, aku yang kesian pun jadi menyampah. Korang berdua ni, nak tackle kawan baik aku pun, kena la pandai susun langkah. Gelojoh dan boastful bukan sahaja uncool, malah childish okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintak maaf kalau ape yang aku tulis ni menyinggung perasaan sape2. Tapi kalau kat blog pun nak kena jaga hati orang, aku tak tau lah nak cakap macam mane. Nak confront kate kurang ajar and tidak melayu pulak kan (walaupun aku jawa) so aku letak kat blog je la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, aku happy ouh. Thanks ya awak. Awak memang tak pernah abis buat saya senyum lah. He3 sayang awak! Dah2, aku tak pedulik korang kate gedik ke hape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6259317326107793903?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6259317326107793903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6259317326107793903&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6259317326107793903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6259317326107793903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-entry-on-my-life.html' title='Random Entry On My Life'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2409834371893141303</id><published>2010-02-27T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:23:12.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing Is Seeing</title><content type='html'>Good day. I rarely update my blog is because seriously, I have nothing to say. To me, to write and to have people reading requires me to have knowledge, or maybe even just a pinch of knowledge on how to attract people with my writing, which skill I have not mastered yet. Just like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Khutbah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jumaat&lt;/span&gt; or the Sunday Mass or the whatever parade you have that has a speech in preaching in it, the preacher must not be stupid, nor ignorant. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do believe that if you want to write something, you must believe in something. I don't believe in anything currently. I can't even trust myself, as what I say might be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hypocrisy. But why am I writing now? Do I believe in something now? I don't think I do. But what I really know is that life has got a little okay right now, as I can grasp the very complicated meaning of it. Or do I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay2, that's my craziness speaking just now. I had to say, recently I found out that the very basis of life is faith. What your life turn out to be is a reflection on what you believe. Are you really in this world doing good? Is there any significance of you in life, in the grand scheme of things? When we look at us, individually, we don't matter actually. Just like a tiny ant trying to bring back a piece of cake for the colony. Get me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we believe that we are actually a part of a huge community, a larger society, we become unstoppable. We tried to do more, as we thought that if we don't start it, no one will. Suddenly we are the hero, or so we believe. Being oneself is one thing, but believing that we are one, is another. Just like Adrian Monk yesterday, he is being timid for the rest of the series. But in one episode, he believes that he is Frankie DePalma and he act as if he is. He believe he is Frankie, so he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm saying is that, we may not have it. We might not be tall, we might not be handsome and we might not be thin. But when we believe that we are, even the mirrors can't help us. We choose what we want to see. Trust me, I am self obsessed that every time I see a mirror I would stop to see what's wrong with my image. Being me, I always see that I'm not even close to the guys in &lt;i&gt;The O.C &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;90210 &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Gossip Girls.&lt;/i&gt; But then when I believe that I am, even Brad Pitt don't look as good as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, the very basis of life is faith. What brought the world in it's track today is the cause of a few people, having faith in something, believing that they might change the world, restructure the inevitable future. However you say it, tomorrow will come. So have faith, we're going to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2409834371893141303?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2409834371893141303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2409834371893141303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2409834371893141303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2409834371893141303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2010/02/believing-is-seeing.html' title='Believing Is Seeing'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1481741374672792301</id><published>2010-01-22T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:12:27.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pemimpin Pembela Nasib Rakyat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1pa33tcRRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-apvkl4Ck8g/s1600-h/pix_topright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1pa33tcRRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-apvkl4Ck8g/s400/pix_topright.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752216642405650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Al-Marhum Sultan Iskandar Ibni Al-Marhum Sultan Ismail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1932 - 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds are rising above the land of Johor as it's ruler, Sultan Iskandar Ibni Al-Marhum Sultan Ismail passed away around 7.08pm today. How sad it is, a man who is so dedicated to his people and kingdom had to go in time where his people is so much in need of a great ruler. His passing will surely be felt not only by his friends and families, but the whole nation itself. My prayers for him. May God bless His Royal Highness' soul. Al-Fatihah.&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/6119880327254873093-1481741374672792301?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1481741374672792301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1481741374672792301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1481741374672792301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1481741374672792301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2010/01/pemimpin-pembela-nasib-rakyat.html' title='Pemimpin Pembela Nasib Rakyat'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1pa33tcRRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-apvkl4Ck8g/s72-c/pix_topright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-321253668703885355</id><published>2010-01-16T09:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:10:07.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Good day. I was requested so many times by my friends to post the pictures that I took during my time at Mecca and Medina. I'm sorry that it took me so long to do that as the pictures are actually not with me before. But, here it is now. He3 cool kan? I still miss Mecca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EfA4DOG1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/3BfME_XbO3A/s1600-h/IMG00279-20091217-0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EfA4DOG1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/3BfME_XbO3A/s400/IMG00279-20091217-0754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427153125864512338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EfAhOQCFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0PlaW6-TXIM/s1600-h/IMG00330-20091222-1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EfAhOQCFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0PlaW6-TXIM/s400/IMG00330-20091222-1405.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427153119736760402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EfATgPUvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XK82Om2v78w/s1600-h/IMG00321-20091222-1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EcX27AIPI/AAAAAAAAASs/pl66M6VanmQ/s400/IMG00025-20091119-1338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427150222163714290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EcXgAfykI/AAAAAAAAASk/QJPTw8yHKHw/s1600-h/IMG00023-20091118-1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EcXgAfykI/AAAAAAAAASk/QJPTw8yHKHw/s400/IMG00023-20091118-1538.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427150216012745282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-321253668703885355?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/321253668703885355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=321253668703885355&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/321253668703885355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/321253668703885355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-time-there.html' title='My Time There'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/S1EfA4DOG1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/3BfME_XbO3A/s72-c/IMG00279-20091217-0754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8679659634736702126</id><published>2010-01-01T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:23:10.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet Scares Me Coz It Screams The Truth</title><content type='html'>Greetings and Happy New Year. The year of 2009 has been a rocky one for me. Many had happened that changed my perspective towards life. What resulted in todays phenomena actually is not an easy process, but rather a complicated one. How is it that you reverse years of work within months? I can say that loads of efforts are needed. Even if you're the President of United States.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst of economic recession since the Great Depression which dragged from the year before shook the world in terror as people are losing money like flowing water. As if it is not bad enough, a new pandemic has emerged, given the name Swine Flu and later H1N1 killing approximately 12,000 people took the world by surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding to the death toll, this year has seen I think many death, even at the end of the year. Michael Jackson's, the famous of them all, almost took the internet with him when servers crashed as millions went online to read about it. In Malaysia, Yasmin Ahmad and Ustaz Asri went away, leaving the entertainment industry mourning. Around the world, Roy E Disney, Samak Sundaravej, Bea Arthur, Abdurrahman Wahid, and Brittany Murphy closed their chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The appointment of new leaders however brought new hope to the world that they would give us a better place to live in. Barrack Husssein Obama sworn in as the US President this year, promising new beginning for Uncle Sam amidst the global financial problem and mess involving the Iraq War. Back home, Najib Razak became the fifth Prime Minister of Malaysia, together with him a responsibility of bringing back the trust of Malaysians towards the ruling coalition, Barisan Nasional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However 2009 had serve us, I hope that 2010 is better. But that is all there is. Hope. My wish to all, have a happy new year, and my prayers that this year brings together good news. Have a good life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8679659634736702126?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8679659634736702126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8679659634736702126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8679659634736702126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8679659634736702126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiet-scares-me-because-it-screams.html' title='The Quiet Scares Me Coz It Screams The Truth'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-560689927099134192</id><published>2009-12-28T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:29:46.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warm Welcome, A Chilly News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Greetings. It's been quite a month. I've been away for only 40 days and it seems that things are changing rather rapidly here. Few of my friends are already going for their degree in Shah Alam, and though I'm disheartened by the fact that I may not be seeing them as often as before, they had made their choice. I am currently not in the mood to write more. So I'd save my stories for later days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who wished for my birthday, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SzenNgfOfYI/AAAAAAAAASc/S_9-EyMBcOM/s400/3309498578_34e9d85cfa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419984527064726914" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-560689927099134192?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/560689927099134192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=560689927099134192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/560689927099134192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/560689927099134192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/12/warm-welcome-chilly-news.html' title='A Warm Welcome, A Chilly News'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SzenNgfOfYI/AAAAAAAAASc/S_9-EyMBcOM/s72-c/3309498578_34e9d85cfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4080847072125670180</id><published>2009-12-15T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:48:42.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hye There!</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum and greetings from the Holy Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it has been a while since I last wrote here. So there's a lot of things that I would like to share with you. But not now you see. On Thursday I'm leaving for Madinah. So things are going to get busy. I'm fine if anybody's asking. The weather here is quite abnormal. Rain has been falling three times here. Considering that the temperature here is an average of 30 to 40 degrees, rainfall is not normal. Maybe that's what they should be talking about at the Climate SOS talk in Copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay2, I'm stopping here. InsyaAllah on the 27th I'll be back in Malaysia. Till then, do have a safe and calm life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufee Yusli,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makkah Al Mukarramah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-4080847072125670180?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4080847072125670180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4080847072125670180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4080847072125670180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4080847072125670180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/12/hye-there.html' title='Hye There!'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5138033360408868592</id><published>2009-11-15T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:26:49.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title I Guess</title><content type='html'>Good morning. Ah yes, it is morning. 2.40 in the morning to be exact. He3 In how many hours I'll be heading to Banting and that's it I guess. On the 17th, I'm off to Jeddah. Actually, I have nothing to say. These past few days has been very good for me. For the first time in almost two years, I'm very happy. Thank you to awak! He3 Awak jangan nakal2 okeh.. I'll be back on my birthday, so do wait for my arrival. He3 Alor, bukan jauh sangat oun nak pergi.. But of all my trips, this has been the most emotional one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my friends who are going to sit for their SPM this year, my wish of luck to all of you. Dear friends, you're going through the most important papers of your life. Do your best, and my prayers are with you always. To Ili Haya who's going to be here in Malaysia middle of December, wait for me, we'll meet okay before you go back to the States. To Lee Hong and Shawn Tan, I'm sorry if we don't have the chance to meet before you're going to Aussie, but know this. You're the coolest a guy can have. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all well wishers. God bless you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk awak, jaga diri elok2. Jangan merempit okeh. Ha3 tengokkan result saya. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5138033360408868592?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5138033360408868592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5138033360408868592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5138033360408868592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5138033360408868592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-title-i-guess.html' title='No Title I Guess'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5036522729092536463</id><published>2009-10-27T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:05:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones? Tak Faham Lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. They say, when your emotion is sky high, that's when you should write. That's when you should post your entry. Well, this is why I'm writing now. But, as usual, I am so secretive about what I want to write. I just don't like people to judge me, saying 'ek eleh, sebab ni pun nak emo?' Well, sometimes I just want to tell people that my emotions are not stable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why, well I think la, we need people besides us. Around us. People who can at least tell you that everything is going to be okay. Who can comfort you in time of needs. Who can lower your blood pressure. They can be anyone ranging from your family to your loved ones. Well, my advice is to have someone you trust to be the one that can do what I wrote just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment, friends are everything. I don't know why, but I kept looking for one that can stand me. Well, I'm not so easy to be with. Maybe it's because of my attitude. Yeah I know I'm a jerk. By now many would say 'eleh, nak orang comment "no2 you're not a jerk" kat die lah tu' but no. I'm saying because I want to change. I really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haish, sumpah dah tak tau ape nak tulis. Till next time okay? He3 oh ya, thanks ya. If you read till here because that means you're so patient with me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SucL-CzitiI/AAAAAAAAASM/EXe-GT6kMJo/s400/26102009654.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397295838959679010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My prized possession (for now). The complete set!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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/6119880327254873093-5036522729092536463?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5036522729092536463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5036522729092536463&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5036522729092536463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5036522729092536463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/10/hormones-tak-faham-lah.html' title='Hormones? Tak Faham Lah!'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SucL-CzitiI/AAAAAAAAASM/EXe-GT6kMJo/s72-c/26102009654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-3959373654628688469</id><published>2009-10-26T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:39:45.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Child Of Mine</title><content type='html'>Hello. After what seems to be decades, I come back. I don't know what happened but seems to me like a writer's block. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ceh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;konon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; author of some great book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;. Hm, seriously, I don't have the idea, the enthusiasm to write anything. Probably it's because I'm too busy preparing for the exam, and stressed out because of assignments and all. Or maybe, during that point of my life, there's nothing interesting to write. Or nothing that I dare to write to say the least. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Last week, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. Beside us is what I like to call the Adam Family. Not because the mum is gliding or the uncle is bald or the butler is Frankenstein-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, but because they were so weird. The little one was crying non stop, the mother (well I assume she's the mother) totally ignored the kid to the point that when the boy showed his fist to her 5 times, she didn't even budge. I on the other hand am annoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole place was like, what...? The lady didn't do a thing to stop the boy's whining. God, if that kid is mine, I would've shove a shoe in his mouth. Tough love, I know. I think kids need to be told not to act like that in public. Or elsewhere. Because it's embarrassing, it's stupid, and it's loud. I hate stuff that is loud. Contradicts my lifestyle huh? Ha3 just look at the location of my house, then you'll know how peaceful the place we live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic. Kids nowadays are getting more insolent. Why? Because parents are spoiling them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. They were given everything that they wanted that when they don't get it, they'll cry, they throw tantrums, they shout, and the whole set. I mean, what happen to listening to parents? What happen to spanking? What happen to obeying what the parents told them to do? If we look closely, those days are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? It's because of the parents themselves. They shove in too much 'love' into their kid's mouth that they forget, discipline is important too. How is it that you get whatever you want, even though your dad only works as a factory supervisor? It doesn't add up you see. The parents are working so hard to fulfill their child's wants, not needs. At some point, even Tom Cruise would go bankrupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When kids gets stuff to easy, what they want when they want it, they'll never appreciate it. Work like a dog, and you'll be one if you have that kind of child. I have a friend whose parents are filthy rich, but live a life that's low profiled. Why? Because they have to earn every penny they spent. Even to have a meal out, they have to pay the parents a sum of money, because eating out is not free. Everything they have, is of their own money, which they have to earn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is what I call love. Educate your child on how to handle money of their own, on their own. Not giving them the world and cry on bed over credit card bills. What I'm trying to say is, do not spoil your kids. It's bad for them, and it's bad for you. Yes, they are your responsibilities, but don't raise them to be your liabilities. Where we are right now, is the result of the fine raising of our parents. Why not do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-3959373654628688469?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3959373654628688469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=3959373654628688469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3959373654628688469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3959373654628688469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-child-of-mine.html' title='Sweet Child Of Mine'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8980662057255725694</id><published>2009-10-07T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:29:01.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Pertemuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Ssx606l7JqI/AAAAAAAAARU/tnGiNHWLR_4/s1600-h/mekah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Ssx606l7JqI/AAAAAAAAARU/tnGiNHWLR_4/s400/mekah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389817903555749538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantik kan? Hm, please pray that my family and I arrive there safely this mid November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuhan, sampaikan salam aku pada Baitullah ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8980662057255725694?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8980662057255725694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8980662057255725694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8980662057255725694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8980662057255725694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/10/salam-pertemuan.html' title='Salam Pertemuan'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Ssx606l7JqI/AAAAAAAAARU/tnGiNHWLR_4/s72-c/mekah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2302875721061508</id><published>2009-09-24T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:17:47.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Cuma Manusia</title><content type='html'>Kadang2, dalam hidup, tak semua selari.&lt;div&gt;Orang Jawa kata, &lt;i&gt;not everything is parallel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulut kata iya, tapi hati kata tidak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bibir aku mengucapkan yang aku redha dengan ketentuan Dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi hati ni mempersoal, sejauh mana aku mampu bertahan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadang2, iman tergelincir jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita cuma manusia.. tapi tak lah jatuh jauh sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namun, terdetik jugak dalam hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila saat tu akan tiba? Aku akan macam ni lama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak suka memikirkannya lama2. Aku jugak tak suka memaksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi aku cuma manusia. Menginginkan kepastian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lama2, hati dah mula penat, otak mula mainkan peranan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuhan itu Maha Adil.. Maha Penyayang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu hari nanti, yang ditunggu pasti tiba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi aku cuma manusia. Kadang2 iman tergelincir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pastikan tak jauh aku terjatuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not know it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Climb - Miley Cyrus (ke Hannah Montana? Entah merepek je)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tiba2 lagu ni macam sedap. Tapi hati tetap tak mahu dengar apa yang lirik dia cakap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2302875721061508?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2302875721061508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2302875721061508&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2302875721061508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2302875721061508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/09/aku-cuma-manusia.html' title='Aku Cuma Manusia'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2621302728641115938</id><published>2009-09-23T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:16:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Collared, Or Green Eyed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Salam 1 Malaysia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It has been a very quite raya this time round. What happened actually? I don’t know. I expected it to be very cheerful this year, but seriously, my thought were dashed like a Boeing through the Twin Towers, the North one. My condolence to anyone who lost their loved ones on that fateful day. How I remember that day, 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; September 2001 (considering the 12 hours difference between Kuala Lumpur and New York).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Okay, moving on to a much recent event. Actually, I don’t intend to write that long today. Just to babble on something that I think is important. On the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September last Wednesday, I went out to Segamat to accompany my friend for, okay that one, I can’t recall. What I do remember was that, on our way back to the campus, we were stuck on a traffic jam. Before that, I saw a patrol car which was swerving here and there passing a few other cars. I thought what kind of a copper is that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Then we stopped right behind him. Oh ya, I saw him, he was on the phone! And to top it off, he didn’t fasten his seatbelt! I managed to take the picture of the car from behind but it didn’t actually show what he’s doing. But trust me, my four other friends and I saw it clearly. Thinking that if he’s busted, for sure I’m the one to be blamed for, well, anything lah kan. Polis.. Nak buat macam mane. Kita je lah yang salah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;You know what? I came to a conclusion that we can never rely on anyone now. Accept if you have loads of cash. The people that we thought can take care of us, the very people who vows to keep the country in peace and harmony, are stabbing us from our backs. They fine us for speeding, but their speed limit is 560mph. They scold us for running past the red light, but their three lights are green. How in the name of God do they sleep at night?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I have a friend who is a son of a copper. He’s friendly. Yes. When I walked by, he’ll shake my hand and ask me how’s life. But he also shake the life out of many friends of mine, asking them for money. Ask? Hm, I’ll prefer the word request. Violently. And he always gets away with it. Why? Don’t have to tell you folks. Now, that boy is a nobody in nowhere. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I’m not here to inflict any hatred towards those policemen, but rather to express my dissatisfaction, and I believe that many people are feeling the same way. You have to believe that everything in life will have its punishment. So, whatever you do, think before you do it. Fulfil the slogan &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;People first, performance now&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2621302728641115938?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2621302728641115938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2621302728641115938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2621302728641115938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2621302728641115938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/09/blue-collared-or-green-eyed.html' title='Blue Collared, Or Green Eyed?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8771342924301739779</id><published>2009-09-13T06:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:34:54.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of The Blue</title><content type='html'>Selamat pagi. Dah lama rasanya aku tak menulis. Bukan apa, it's just that I don't have any topic to write on. Ada topik pun, kalau ditulis mampu membawa kepada rusuhan kaum di UiTM. Eh2, padahal UiTM penuh dengan budak Melayu except for the lecturers. Nak tulis tentang how cool Ramadan is, but simply can't because tak tau macam mana nak put it into words. But I must assure you, Ramadan kali ini adalah yang paling bermakna. Tak tau kenapa, tapi macam tu lah. Pergi masjid pun lebih redha. Kalau tak sebelum ni macam malas je. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, aku menulis pagi ni bukan nak cerita pasal tu. Tapi lebih kepada luahan hati. someone told me, that my blog lacks a soul. Semua yang ditulis, cuma penuh dengan idea, tapi takde penghayatan. Hu3 mula2 nak jugak bantah, tapi bila fikir2 balik, memang betul jugak tau. Sebab aku segan menulis yang datang dari hati. Yang selalu keluar tertampal kat blog ni hanya apa yang terlintas di fikiran. Kalau ada pun yang dari hati, aku akan disguise benda tu so that nampak sangat formal, konon nak jadi pengajaran kat orang lain la. Ha3 Padahal nak meluahkan isi hati kat si dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cuma seorang manusia. Penuh dengan onak duri kehidupan. Tak terlepas dari dosa, tak terkeluar dari batas norma. Apa yang orang lain rasa, aku pun rasa. So, tak heran la kan kalau aku kata, aku jatuh hati kat sorang hamba Allah ni? Ha there you go. Straight to the point. Macam Faizul cakap, aku bab lain, insyaAllah memangh sangat penyabar. Tapi bab ni, gear terlepas sikit. Memang aku kadang2, tak reti nak berselindung. God I wish I know how to stop. Kalau aku ni hensem, memang no wonder but my best compliment from any girl would be 'Eee.. comelnye..' Ha3 terasa macam Teletubies warna merah plak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing yang orang akan tanya is how did I meet her. That's a good question. Sebab pertama kali aku jumpa dia, tak bertentang mata pun. Kitorang bertekak dalam cyberspace sahaja. Yela, aku baca blog dia, lepas tu follow.. Because of this one post she wrote, terus tertarik nak follow.. Baru tau recently yang rupenye dia label aku as stalker.. Sebab aku pun terus add dia kat myspace yang menjadi kegilaan ramai itu.. Kitorang betul2 jumpa, nampak semua jasad rasanya macam baru ni. Tak tau lah. Tak ingat. Tapi sumpah, never regretted that day. Hu3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nak tahu tak, dia ni saaaaaaaangat sweet.. Mula2 text, ingatkan macam mana lah orangnya.. Takut jugak, sebab selalu text first, meet later memang akan result in a disastrous crash. Comment kat myspace, tengok cam funny je orangnye. Tapi yelah kan, myspace pernah dituduh membuat seorang teenager kat US commit suicide, so takut gak karang tetibe ada message coming in, draining the blood right out of my body. Ha3 tapi memang menipu lah tu kan.. Psychomaniac je yang bunuh diri just because of few stupid hate messages..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but it just is. Kitorang sangat jarang berjumpa, but i felt that dia selalu ada. Yeah, dengan teknologi terkini hasil ciptaan company bernama Nokia, kitorang sering berhubung. Text is the main medium. Nak kata 24/7 texting, tak jugak. But whenever I need a friend, she's there. Tengah marah pun boleh senyum, when she said, 'Janganlah bad mood.. X besh lah msg dgn org bad mood.. senyum cket' or yang sewaktu dengannya.. Aku ni bukannya ingat sangat semua but few things boleh diingat sampai mati. He3 Dia pemalu ouh. mula2 jumpa macam nak tutup kepala.. Ades.. tapi when you know her, dia sangat seronok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peribadinya sangat besh. Sebab things came out from the mouth, or written in the blog, datang straight either from the heart or brain, or both. Tertarik, sebab semuanya ikhlas. When needed, hati kita dia jaga. Tapi kalau dah masuk mood, habis kita kena sakat. Kakak cantik la, itu la ini la. Ha3 Thanks ye awak. Saya mintak doa takmau jumpe kakak yang tak berapa cantik tu. Suaranya, sangat lembut. Dia kata macam kartun, tapi entah, tak pernah pulak aku cair dengar suara kartun sebelum ni. Suara dia, hadui.. kalau tengah nak tidur tu, memang terus lelap la. Haish.. Kiutnye.. hu3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pendirian dia sangat dihormati. Dia konsisten. Through my observation la. Apa yang dia cakap, sama dengan apa yang dia buat. If things shouldn't be said, or done, then that's that. Tak macam separuh orang, konon A, tapi sebenarnya B. Senang cakap, tak hipokrit la. He3 Wondering how many girls lain la yang ada macam dia. Susah nak cari tau. If jumpa, maybe satu per lima belas. Ha, susah la tu nak cari. Cuba baca blog dia. Mesti nak tau orangnya sebenarnya macam mana kan.. ha.. Link cari sendiri okeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pendek cerita, dia memang serba serbi sangat menarik orangnya. Aku cuba untuk menepis perasaan, tapi aku cuma manusia. Apa pun dia nak fikir, apa pun dia nak decide, aku redha. Yang penting, aku dah luahkan perasaan aku kat sini. Sangat susah untuk aku open up like this, but somehow I had the courage to do so. Awak, thanks sebab buat saya tersenyum selalu. Saya selalu cakap thanks sebab tak cukup pun thanks tu. Whatever it is, tahniah sebab berjaya turunkan ego saya yang tebal menggunung ni. Ha3 Selamat menjalani baki Ramadan yang ada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s; I still concentrate on my studies okeh. Don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8771342924301739779?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8771342924301739779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8771342924301739779&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8771342924301739779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8771342924301739779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-blue.html' title='Out Of The Blue'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8767793639569357538</id><published>2009-09-01T07:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:57:15.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value Of Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsiX66KoI/AAAAAAAAARM/Iim8XcjSrxI/s1600-h/162_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsiX66KoI/AAAAAAAAARM/Iim8XcjSrxI/s400/162_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376291392965978754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsiDn8AXI/AAAAAAAAARE/W_I0vQUnP8U/s1600-h/162_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsiDn8AXI/AAAAAAAAARE/W_I0vQUnP8U/s400/162_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376291387517698418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxshqMjcVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wPFuuYWQOeo/s1600-h/162_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxshqMjcVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wPFuuYWQOeo/s400/162_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376291380691956050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxshBBD-0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WRkzXGQhfqU/s1600-h/162_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxshBBD-0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WRkzXGQhfqU/s400/162_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376291369637903170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsghpR3xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Tc99JlcLgaM/s1600-h/162_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsghpR3xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Tc99JlcLgaM/s400/162_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376291361216651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day. I just need to say this. We have been governing our own country for 52 years. A lot has been done to ensure that the country prosper, that includes giving education to the rakyat. Education from standard one till form five is compulsory for everyone, thus giving everyone not only chance, but the right to obtain knowledge in schools. At government funded schools, a few hundred Ringgit must be paid, but to me, it's worth it. So that kids can learn algebra, and figure out how liquid turns to gas, RM500 per year is just too cheap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't have to go that far. Omega, a well known private school in JB, charges it's students RM700 per month (as of 2008) and I believe that it's increasing this year. And yet every year, thousands of new students are lining up to enrol. Yes, the parents that are sending these kids, they drove Benz, BMW and Volvos. Sometimes, I don't see parents. I see chauffeurs wearing those cool hat Hitler used to wear, sending them. But mind you, there are also kids that took buses there. Some parents work day and night, just so that their children can get into the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why are there so many children that still can't even spell the word &lt;i&gt;pelajaran&lt;/i&gt;? What went wrong? Why is it that we can still see five 14 year olds mingling around the shopping mall, not knowing what to do? Why is it, that when we walk along the side of KLCC at 10 am, we can see students, wearing school uniforms, laughing around like there's no tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laughed when we see the images above. But the fact is, those kids know nothing. Well girls are evil one is cool. Ha3 Okay back to serious, how are we going to cope the 21st century when it's filled with a bunch of adults who can't solve a simple equation such as 5x + 10 = 20! If you ask me, something needs to be done. And something needs to be done fast. I just can't bear to see the future being held by these people. That's what leads to the coming of the Dark Age. No. We will not let that happen. Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8767793639569357538?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8767793639569357538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8767793639569357538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8767793639569357538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8767793639569357538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/09/value-of-education.html' title='The Value Of Education'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpxsiX66KoI/AAAAAAAAARM/Iim8XcjSrxI/s72-c/162_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6170364450755560414</id><published>2009-08-31T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:43:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Kebangsaan Ke-52</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;52 tahun yang lepas, negara Malaysia telah mencapai kemerdekaan hasil usaha beberapa tokoh yang berjuang demi kepentingan bangsa dan negara. Pada waktu itu, penduduk Tanah Melayu bersatu padu, bekerjasama mengejar apa yang pada waktu itu dirasakan sangat mustahil. British yang pada mulanya tidak mahu melepaskan Malaya, akhirnya terpaksa akur pada desakan pemimpin Parti Perikatan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Walaupun sudah lebih setengah abad berlalu, semangat setia dan taat kepada raja serta negara masih lagi terasa. Marilah kita sama-sama terus bersatu, tidak mengira agama mahupun bangsa, demi mengekalkan kemerdekaan negara. Pada saat globalisasi yang kian pesat, cabaran terhadap mengekalkan kedaulatan negara semakin tinggi. Janganlah ia menjadi penyebab kepada kejatuhan kita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Selamat Hari Kebangsaan ke-52. Demi bangsa, agama, dan negara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;English&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;52 years ago, Malaysia gained independence as a result of the initiative by a few people who are ready to fight for the sake of their race and country. At that time, the people of Tanah Melayu worked together, hand in hand in looking for what was considered as impossible at that very moment. At first, British do not intend to let go of Malaya. In the end, they had to bow down to the persuasion made by the leaders of The Alliance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Even though more than half a century had passed, the loyalty towards the rulers and the country is still there. Let’s work together hand in hand, disregarding the difference of religion or race, in order to maintain the country’s independence. In this point of time where globalisation is at its peak, it is very challenging to maintain the country’s sovereignty. Do not let it be a reason for our downfall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Happy 52&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; National Day. Demi bangsa, agama, dan negara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6170364450755560414?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6170364450755560414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6170364450755560414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6170364450755560414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6170364450755560414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/selamat-hari-kebangsaan-ke-52.html' title='Selamat Hari Kebangsaan Ke-52'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7583476438671530071</id><published>2009-08-30T08:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:56:17.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pabila Alasan Mudah Dicari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);  -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;  line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Berita dari Abu Hurairah RA mengatakan, bahawa Rasulullah SAW bersabda: “Tidak ada solat yang lebih berat bagi orang munafik daripada solat Subuh dan ‘Isya. Dan kalaulah mereka tahu keutamaan kedua solat itu (dilaksanakan berjamaah), nescaya mereka akan datang (ke masjid), sekalipun dengan merangkak.” Sesungguhnya saya ingin menyuruh seseorang azan dan qamat, kemudian menyuruh yang lain menjadi imam solat berjamaah, kemudian aku sendiri pergi mengambil suluh (obor), lalu ku bakar orang-orang yang tidak datang solat (berjamaah).”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dari ayat kat atas, aku teringat masa part one dulu, lecturer CTU aku ada cakap. Dia seronok tengok pak Arab sebab diorang memang sangat beratkan solat kat masjid. Bawak kereta Mini Cooper yang baru tu. And then pakai baju seluar londeh semua. Tapi bila azan, cepat2 pergi masjid. Solat berjemaah. See, orang lain, tengah2 buat kerja pun boleh berhenti solat, sebab memberatkan solat di masjid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang Melayu, sangat2 rigid sebenarnya. Kalau kotor sikit pun tak boleh. Kena betul2 pasti yang tempat tu suci daripada kekotoran baru nak solat. Nak bagitau sikit okay. Kalau itulah kriteria dia, memang tak solat lah korang. Dr Kamarulzaman (lecturer CTU semasa) pernah cakap, dia pergi Beijing, solat kat airport je. Bersih sangat ke airport Beijing? Sama je rasenye dengan tempat2 lain. Tapi, tanggungjawab punya pasal, tak kesah okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu, pasal kiblat. Teringat dulu nenek aku tanya aku mana arah kiblat masa kat rumah lama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Ala nek, sembahyang je hala mana pun. Asalkan jadi.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha3 bila teringat, kelakar okay. Yela, budak2.. Mana faham ape2. Tapi sebenarnya, itulah hakikat. Sebab kalau nak mencari sampai tak sudah solat tu ha. Like my dad said, orang Melayu ni, lagi rela tak buat daripada was2. Ape nak jadi tu. Haish.. Allah tu tak kejam.. Aku percaya, kalau kita memang berusaha untuk mencari keredhaan Dia, insyaAllah Dia pun akan beri kita ganjaran yang setimpal dengan usaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semalam solat Isya' dengan terawikh kat Masjid Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin (Masjid Besi). Lawa sungguh. Hu3 Design yang sangat moden. Pagi tadi solat Subuh kat Masjid Wilayah. Contrast sebab design Masjid Wilayah sangat klasik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnIwmF5k6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Fg1YBFNPA1o/s400/29082009570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnIwLPG2_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/BOr7bZmN0lI/s400/29082009566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnIxN4ZCDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KcrYcBGHoo0/s400/29082009572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pandangan kubah Masjid Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin. Allah di puncak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnIxgJCbPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eZh7zYjLnRA/s400/29082009571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mimbar. Terukir 2 baris Surah Albaqarah di sebelah kanan dan Surah Ibrahim di kiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnIyOSPF9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/a3kT51GJ4HM/s400/29082009573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Masjid Besi mempunyai keistimewaan yang tersendiri antaranya tiada pemasangan &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kipas&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Kipas (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;kipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ataupun &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Alat_penyaman_udara&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Alat penyaman udara (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;alat penyaman udara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; di dalamnya, sebaliknya menggunakan gas penyejuk (&lt;i&gt;gas district cooling&lt;/i&gt; atau GDC). Selain itu, masjid ini turut menggunakan Seni Bina Jaringan Wayar (&lt;i&gt;Architectual Wire Mesh&lt;/i&gt;) atau Anyaman Masyrabiah yang diimport dari &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerman" title="Jerman" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (turut dipasang pada &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Stadium_Bernab%C3%A9u&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Stadium Bernabéu (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stadium Bernabéu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; di &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madrid" title="Madrid" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dan perpustakaan negara &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perancis" title="Perancis" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perancis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yang dikenali &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Biblioth%C3%A8que_nationale_de_France&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Bibliothèque nationale de France (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bibliothèque nationale de France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yang terletak di &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris" title="Paris" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Pintu gerbang masuk juga menggunakan &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Konkrit_bertetulang_kaca&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Konkrit bertetulang kaca (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;konkrit bertetulang kaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (GRC) bagi mempertingkat integriti sesebuah struktur serta kaca hablur bagi menjadikan masjid kelihatan berwarna &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Putih" title="Putih" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;putih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dari jauh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Apabila siap kelak, perjalanan menuju ke masjid akan meneyeberangi sebuah jejantas yang menghubungkan Dataran Putrajaya ke kawasan masjid ini yang dikenali sebagai Kiblat Walk seluas 13,639 m². Jejantas ini dihiasi dengan kolam air seolah-olah berada di kawasan kota istana purba &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alhambra" title="Alhambra" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alhambra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hiasan dalamannya dilatari ukiran &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asma_Ul_Husna" title="Asma Ul Husna" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Asma Ul Husna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; menggunakan tulisan &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kaligrafi&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Kaligrafi (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;kaligrafi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dari jenis&lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Khat_Thuluth&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Khat Thuluth (tidak wujud)" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Khat Thuluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Pintu utama menuju ke ruang solat utama terukir ayat suci &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Quran" title="Al-Quran" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;al-Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dari &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surah_Al-Israa%E2%80%99" title="Surah Al-Israa’" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surah Al-Israa’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ayat ke-80.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ini ditambah lagi dengan pembinaan dinding mihrab yang diperbuat daripada panel kaca setinggi kira-kira 13 m juga diimport dari &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerman" title="Jerman" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yang terukir 2 baris ayat dari &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surah_Al-Baqarah" title="Surah Al-Baqarah" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surah Al-Baqarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pada bahagian kanan dan &lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surah_Ibrahim" title="Surah Ibrahim" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surah Ibrahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; di sebelah kiri. Uniknya, dinding mihrab ini tidak memantulkan kesan dari pancaran sebarang cahaya atau lampu menjadikan ukiran kaligrafi ayat suci berkenaan yang berwarna keemasan itu kelihatan jelas dan seolah-olah terapung di udara. Bahagian tepi bumbungnya sepanjang 40 kaki pula mampu mengelakkan jemaah yang bersolat di luar dewan solat utama terkena tempias hujan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;[Wikipedia]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnMYe0UF_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/wXfew_qd5So/s400/1607972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnNUtcFGDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/8ADS5dR_DFg/s400/Wilayah+Interior+Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0.4em; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBHaI1mkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RjLTpkxrDJs/s400/29082009560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375539963263031874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBGiWQHII/AAAAAAAAAO8/jf162mnYtIc/s1600-h/29082009549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBGiWQHII/AAAAAAAAAO8/jf162mnYtIc/s400/29082009549.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375539948286909570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBF6ILo3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/OeXZd7cb7sA/s1600-h/29082009548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBF6ILo3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/OeXZd7cb7sA/s400/29082009548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375539937490477938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBFUEv-mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XAx1irzJRgc/s1600-h/29082009546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBFUEv-mI/AAAAAAAAAOs/XAx1irzJRgc/s400/29082009546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375539927275534946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBEzsCYTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RfYiv8uL-pU/s1600-h/29082009545.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm currently in the Land Of The Riches. I'm here for our annual Ramadan shopping spree. Well, it's no shopping coz I hadn't been shopping that much. Well, the spirit is not there. Ha3 But I do experience the havoc of Jalan TAR. I've never been there in my adult life. Coz I know that I'll have to deal with crowds. I hate crowds. But yesterday was quite fun. I just realised that there still are stores that's only a few centimetres wide. Haish.. Dah biasa dengan Pavilion.. Ha3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnCzNvZgEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fAVJFnlMW8E/s400/29082009558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coloseum. First cinema. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnCyh-i2jI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UwhYKNWNhoY/s400/29082009556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnCyODmIoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/03d4HFCUhNo/s400/29082009553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnD5D92pEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ae1R2Mru78s/s400/29082009576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only picture that I managed to capture at night. Sory awak. He3 Lawa jugak kan?&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/6119880327254873093-7413466338539485249?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7413466338539485249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7413466338539485249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7413466338539485249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7413466338539485249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/land-of-riches.html' title='Land Of The Riches'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpnBEzsCYTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RfYiv8uL-pU/s72-c/29082009545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8612493488941827846</id><published>2009-08-26T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:52:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knot That We're Tied On</title><content type='html'>Hello. I have been doing some reading on something but now I've forgotten about it. It's supposed to be about entrepeneurship, ha now I remember. Then I stumble upon something that I had never ever thought that I would know about. Which is about the spreading of H1N1 virus. Okay, they (in that article) said that this virus is somehow made by some Israeli psycho scientists, and then they had developed their own vaccines for the virus, and then it was spread so that the whole world would be in total chaos. Next, when everyone is in total darkness, they will come and distribute the vaccine, but it comes with a cost.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me, I would say that that is a Spielberg material. Or maybe King's. Well, at this point of time, I am very sorry to say but it is not the moment to point fingers on who is there to blame. I mean, we're shouting here and there, accusing everyone but at the same time, nothing was done to cure it. God, there must be something wrong with us. You should at least remedy the situation first, and then investigate, who is the culprit. What's really happening now is that it's a reverse action altogether, making it hard to find the cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing that I heard is that at some point, it seems that everybody in the world is trying to eliminate Islam from the face of Earth. Come on, you're giving these people too much credit. I mean, the holy water was used in a bottle called *****? I tell you, in Islam, we do not believe in anything holy rather than what Allah had stated in the Quran. Other than that, it's just a normal thing. If you believe that holy water is somehow 'holy', then you should recheck your knowledge on Islam. To me, some people has something better to do rather than exercising ethnic cleansing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha, don't you think that's it ridiculous that half the population of the world is turning against us? Okay maybe the extremes, but everyone wants to go on with their normal lives too. Many would go on and just forget about the differences, and work on the similarities. If only loads of us are having this kind of mentality, the world can be a better place. Cewah, macam la idea aku ni bagus sangat eak? Ha3 But seriously, I hoped that one day, these things would go away, but I don't think that day would ever come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, have you ever watched &lt;i&gt;The Arrival&lt;/i&gt;? Yes, I've watched it. And yes, I think that it's ridiculous. I know that the end is near, but to have 30 episodes just to warn people that it's near, and to have all the the resources on that particular subject, in all the 30 episodes, I think he's crazy. He is somehow obsessed with the judgement day. Yes, we are required to prepare for it, and we need to think about death 70 times a day, but we need to live. That's why Islam has muamalat, munakahat, jenayat, and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, what I'm trying to say is that keep on living no matter what people say. Life is too short to care if people criticise you. But constructive comments are important too, mind you. Be smart in using your resources, and analysing situations. Like I've said a million times before, Islam is never rigid. It's not changing, but it's adapting to the current globalisation. Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8612493488941827846?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8612493488941827846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8612493488941827846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8612493488941827846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8612493488941827846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/knot-that-were-tied-on.html' title='The Knot That We&apos;re Tied On'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-720383738261718382</id><published>2009-08-23T08:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:46:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past And Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCQ1N-a8GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sN940S07UG4/s1600-h/1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCQ1N-a8GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sN940S07UG4/s400/1st.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372953599411941474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra Al-Haj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCI9Hz4AnI/AAAAAAAAANk/FgaHlVnGbxw/s400/2nd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 257px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372944939103027826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tun Abdul Razak Hussein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCI9jDqDxI/AAAAAAAAANs/PnXWwKTd23I/s400/3rd.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 257px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372944946416979730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tun Hussein Onn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCI-DhGfWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5Dp_ShJeKPw/s400/4th.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 257px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372944955130412386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCPkmbH1AI/AAAAAAAAAOM/mfhvaUozUmo/s400/T_PakLah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tun Abdullah Ahmad Badawi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCQPGWXL4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/rJ8FYJB561I/s400/DatukSeriNajib-PM6-j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for leading the country. Your contributions are honoured by Malaysians.&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/6119880327254873093-720383738261718382?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/720383738261718382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=720383738261718382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/720383738261718382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/720383738261718382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-and-present.html' title='Past And Present'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpCQ1N-a8GI/AAAAAAAAAOc/sN940S07UG4/s72-c/1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8682815184228583748</id><published>2009-08-23T05:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:44:46.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Read The Quran</title><content type='html'>This has been my favourite verse in the Quran. It never ceased to silenced me whenever I heard anyone reading it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Simplified Arabic';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;فَبِأَيِّ آلاۤءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So which of your Lord's favours, graces, will you deny?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Simplified Arabic';font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;[Surah Ar Rahman]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Simplified Arabic';font-size:24px;"&gt;تُكَذِّبَانِ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;appears 31 times, stressing that we need to actually sit back and realise that God's grace is just too huge to be put aside. We as a human being, His, should be thankful of whatever we got, disregarding how we got it. As always, be prepared for whatever will happen because life is just too short. Life itself is a gift. So cherish it. Be thankful. Till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8682815184228583748?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8682815184228583748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8682815184228583748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8682815184228583748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8682815184228583748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-read-quran_23.html' title='Let&apos;s Read The Quran'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6038726461947401706</id><published>2009-08-23T05:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:42:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Read The Quran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpBlSg91YPI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBpskPgl6tY/s1600-h/dcmvcpf2_57c7n3d5fr_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpBlSg91YPI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBpskPgl6tY/s400/dcmvcpf2_57c7n3d5fr_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372905724214337778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; color: rgb(25, 25, 25); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;The campaign is not only for Muslims, but also for our brothers and sisters who are Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Sikhs and those who believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;in God and a proper way of doing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; – come join us and share your ideas! You can join this campaign even if you are an atheist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;The goal of this campaign is to encourage people to read the Quran in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; language they understand best and find in it areas of common &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;value for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; our day to day living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); font-family: tahoma; "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;What is the Campaign all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Read the Quran in the language that you are familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;When will the campaign start and end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;August 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; vertical-align: super; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;to September 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; vertical-align: super; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hari Raya Aidil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Fitri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Participating blogs in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;So more people know what the Quran says and what the Quran does &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;and to match its relevance to our daily lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 18px; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; who wants to – the more the merrier! If you have a Blog, Facebook, etc do please carry the logo/icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6038726461947401706?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6038726461947401706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6038726461947401706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6038726461947401706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6038726461947401706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-read-quran.html' title='Let&apos;s Read The Quran'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SpBlSg91YPI/AAAAAAAAANM/EBpskPgl6tY/s72-c/dcmvcpf2_57c7n3d5fr_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2182341614103983789</id><published>2009-08-22T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:14:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan 1930 Hijriah. Semoga Ramadhan kali ini penuh bermakna kepada kita semua. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2182341614103983789?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2182341614103983789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2182341614103983789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2182341614103983789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2182341614103983789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/selamat-menyambut-ramadhan-1930-hijriah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5019536689954044428</id><published>2009-08-19T22:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:09:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wm67sYI22M/SowryqKwOCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lbtDx7Hiq2o/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wm67sYI22M/SowryqKwOCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lbtDx7Hiq2o/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371716604859004962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wm67sYI22M/Sowl2S5jV2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AIta3-Llra4/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wm67sYI22M/Sowl2S5jV2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/AIta3-Llra4/s400/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371710070262552418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the surviving pictures that I've found inside my pendrive. I hate taking pictures. But somehow that trip was meaningful, so what the heck right? The first one was taken shortly before we were lost at the very heart of Gold Coast. Second one, can't recall. Probably at some pineapple plantation farm. He3 Like I said, I miss you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5019536689954044428?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5019536689954044428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5019536689954044428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5019536689954044428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5019536689954044428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Walking Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wm67sYI22M/SowryqKwOCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lbtDx7Hiq2o/s72-c/IMG_1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6860267954319006208</id><published>2009-08-19T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:24:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kucing, Ayam And Itik.</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari, Ayam berjumpa dengan Itik untuk mengadu tentang rakannya, Kucing. Kucing telah melukakan hati Ayam dengan berkata bahawa dia tidak sudi berkawan dengan Ayam lagi. Katanya, Ayam mempunyai agenda yang tersendiri untuk berkawan dengan Kucing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itik bertanya dengan Ayam, mengapakah Ayam masih tersenyum dengan si Kucing, walaupun dia pada hari sebelumnya telah melukai hati si Ayam. Ayam menjawab, Kucing itu ialah kawannya. Walaupun dia telah melakukan sesuatu yang tidak disenangi Ayam, ikatan persahabatan lebih erat dari segala apa yang terdapat di dunia ini, selain kekeluargaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itik bertanya lagi, jika begitu mengapakah Ayam bersedih dengan apa yang Kucing lakukan walaupun Kucing hanya menyerkap jarang? Ayam menjawab, Kucing berhak untuk berfikir begitu. Tetapi hakikat bahawa persahabatan Ayam itu dipersoal membuatkan Ayam terfikir sebentar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sehingga kini, Kucing dan Ayam bersahabat baik. Lebih baik dari yang seterusnya kerana keduanya memahami bahawa nilai persahabatan lebih tinggi dari segala yang lain. Sekiranya ada yang mahu memisahkan, Ayam dan Kucing pasti, mereka akan tetap bersahabat. Tiada agenda di belakang. Kerana mereka tahu, ketidakjujuran tidak membawa ke mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Understand? ;) To all my friends, cheers. Thanks yeah!!! Love you guys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6860267954319006208?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6860267954319006208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6860267954319006208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6860267954319006208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6860267954319006208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-kucing-ayam-and-itik.html' title='Of Kucing, Ayam And Itik.'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8410011434061154177</id><published>2009-08-18T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:14:04.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Everything Falls Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good day. I had the idea of this upon reading an entry written by my friend. A teenager's life is more than anyone had ever expected. There comes peer pressure, hopes from parents, schoolwork pressure, and one of the most famous among us, love. Ha.. By reading this, some of us may remember their girlfriends or boyfriends, some of us may be sad of recent rejections, some may feel uneasy, and some may just say 'eleh, nak buat ape bercinta? Tengah belajar lagi..'&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back to the main picture. This is the phase of life which you aimed for the stars. Yes my friends. Aim for the star! So that if you missed, you will land on the moon. Or is it the other way? Ha whatever it is, I always am cautious about what to expect. Well we should know where we stand right? That's what I've always thought lah. But many would never stop expecting me to be the best, to achieve something that I myself am unsure of. All that we can do whenever this happens is to do the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But many would squeeze off their brains, just to make sure that they meet the expectations of others. Why should we? If you can't do it, then stop. Don't make it too hard for yourself. The best you can do is to do the best. Ha3 But seriously, my best is this far. I have no idea on what to talk about anymore. So, I leave it to you to think about it. Oh ya, I found this picture just now. I miss you guys!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SorRZQdSTsI/AAAAAAAAANE/zDClcS3I1Xc/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371335737437474498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8410011434061154177?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8410011434061154177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8410011434061154177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8410011434061154177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8410011434061154177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-everything-falls-apart.html' title='When Everything Falls Apart'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SorRZQdSTsI/AAAAAAAAANE/zDClcS3I1Xc/s72-c/IMG_1096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4804963335659776490</id><published>2009-08-17T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:23:57.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Again?</title><content type='html'>Selamat malam. waktu ni, dah ramai orang dengar tentang perkhwinan &lt;i&gt;Ustaz&lt;/i&gt; Akhil Hayy dengan Waheeda. Yeah. Sebelum ini kita dapat mendengar tentang perceraian dia dengan isterinya. Ha3 now, fans of the famous Akhil Hayy, please see that he is just a normal human being. Worse than that, he's a hypocrite. Mengutuk orang sana sini, perangai sendiri tak betul. I won't write about this any longer, but trust me, my hatred towards the guy has built up even stronger. I give it to you to decide on what to believe, and who to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-4804963335659776490?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4804963335659776490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4804963335659776490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4804963335659776490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4804963335659776490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/married-again.html' title='Married Again?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1352390177602797</id><published>2009-08-17T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:49:55.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreseen But Done Nothing</title><content type='html'>Good day. I am just tired of hearing people saying that they're sick, and having flu. The thing is, nothing was done to prevent nor to cure the pandemic. Yes, WHO, the governments, and many NGO'S had been struggling to curb this problem, but the people themselves are too oblivious to the fact that they should be staying home, relax, clean up, and stay away from crowded places. I've been to fewer malls for the past few weeks, but it clearly shows that Malaysians are ignorants.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than 5% wore mask. People are coughing here and there, sick faces are everywhere, and worse, students lingering around, without knowing what to do. This is not the time to play around. To date, more than 60 people had died because of this flu. Heavens, don't you think that it's a waste to die just because of a new disease. Huh? If you think it's cool, then be my guest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not here writing to lecture but I'm just giving my best advice. Looking into the situation, I see that this is far from over. H1N1 is going to be in the papers for quite a while. It's just that maybe, some governments will try their best to maintain order by keeping the records to themsleves. In my opinion, the people have the right to know what's going on. Whatever happens, fact comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, when you have the simptoms, stay away from the crowds. Because you might infect others. Or better yet, in sickness or in health, stay at home for a while. For the first time since it's first outbreak, I'm admitting that H1N1 is a serious problem, far worse than HIV. Therefore, do your best to prevent it from catching you. And if you got it, please, stay away from me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, did you notice that recently, many famous people had died? The first that started this was Ed McMahon, then it's Farah Fawcett, followed by Michael Jackson, and others. The most recent was Yasmin Ahmad, and Ustaz Asri of Rabbani. Ha, it's a black parade if you ask me. But maybe it's just because we are getting older, and loads of the people that we know are getting farther from us. I pray for your health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1352390177602797?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1352390177602797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1352390177602797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1352390177602797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1352390177602797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/foreseen-but-done-nothing.html' title='Foreseen But Done Nothing'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7972587408615793409</id><published>2009-08-15T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:52:04.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's always a joy when Allah blesses you with a child. Children bring happiness and joy, but also trials and great responsibilities. One of the very first duties you have toward your new child, besides physical care and love, is to give your child a name that carries honor and Islamic meaning behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is reported that the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: "On the Day of Resurrection, you will be called by your names and by your fathers' names, so give yourselves good names." (Hadith Abu Dawud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember, just because a name stems from a certain language or culture, doesn't mean that it has a good Islamic meaning. Several of the companions of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) changed their own Arabic names, because the meanings of their names connoted wickedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For example, someone named Harb ("war") had his name changed to Silm ("peace"), and one named Al-Munba'ith ("one who lies") became Al-Mudtaji' ("one who stands up," i.e. for the truth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've checked mine. This is what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;S - Suci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;U - Untung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;F - Fleksibel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E - Emosional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E - Egoistik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do these websites know everything?? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;ins style="display: inline-table; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; height: 90px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 120px; "&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-7972587408615793409?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7972587408615793409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7972587408615793409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7972587408615793409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7972587408615793409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1122802061809878550</id><published>2009-08-15T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:08:51.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Of Dullness</title><content type='html'>Good day. I am so sorry for neglecting this blog for quite a long time. Yeah, considering I used to write at least once a day, not writing for a week made me go nuts. Good Lord you should see me when I'm not writing. Shivering, my head was never right. Ha3 Okay2 enough nonsense. Actually I can't have an access to my own notebook as I forgot my own password. Tu lah, gatal tukar password sambil tergelak and then lupa. In the name of God, I am so pissed off with my memory. I can memorise the whole of &lt;i&gt;Wonderpets &lt;/i&gt;theme song, but I forgot my own password. How is that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baiklah. Perlu aku rasa untuk aku berhenti mengeluh dengan kesalahan aku sendiri. Ada yang cuba hendak menenangkan aku dengan berkata bahawa setiap manusia tidak boleh lari dari dua perkara, iaitu lupa, dan mati. Eh yeke? Ke mati dan tua, ataupun dosa dan mati? Entahlah, tapi yang penting lupa tetap ada, dan mati itu pasti. Well, but I kept on thinking, why oh why that during this week, so many things had happened that I can't even remember what I've forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Yesterday, I managed to get out of class the minute they told us that Dr. Kamarulzaman is not going to attend the lecture. It's not that I hate going to class, but I just need to focus on the next important thing, which is Finance test. Urgh, do you know how frustrating it is to read, and read, and read again but it's just not going to stick on your head? Compare it with burning your skin with a mere lighter, yeah it's almost the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went back straight to my room. I reread the formula, remember the concepts, and read the theories. Then I went flat. Ha3 after how many minutes of studying Fin262, can you imagine that? I close my eyes for a while. Suddenly I heard the azan. Have you heard the ones from Mecca? Yeah, that's what I heard. Exactly. How wonderful it is to listen to someone who's calling you to the mosque? I can't help but running to the source of that sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai je kat sana, terus masuk (tadi kat kolej dah amik wudhu') and berdiri betul2 depan mimbar. Okay maybe a few rows back but it's in line with the khatib. I can see the director, deputy director, the YDP for MPP, and whoever matters lah. Semua mendengar dengan khusyuk. Actually, when you're in the mosque, you'll discover this inner peace which you can never actually look for it elsewhere. So, when in there, supposingly everyone should keep quite lah kan. But ada jugak yang tenang sangat sampai tertutup mata ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the thing is, you should be prepared when you're going to the mosque. Because that's where you're going to contact Him. He's looking forward to hear you speak to Him, but you went there half-heartedly. Even in relationships, that's a sign where your partner will either slap you or leave you just like that. Inside the place, keep quite, and talk only about the stuff that's needed to be discussed about. You're inside the house of God. Might as well go on and read the Quran or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih, I really don't have the topic to talk about. But I do know that I need to think fast because the longer I'm like this, the lamer I'll get. Oh ya, I've been smiling all over the week. Thank you for replying my text yeah! =) Janji nanti belanja awak gula2 and eskem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1122802061809878550?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1122802061809878550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1122802061809878550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1122802061809878550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1122802061809878550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-of-dullness.html' title='A Week Of Dullness'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2645588699840965001</id><published>2009-08-09T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:19:47.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning Rasulullah Went Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:#000000;"&gt;Pagi itu, walaupun langit telah mulai menguning, burung-burung gurun enggan mengepakkan sayap. Pagi itu, Rasulullah dengan suara terbatas memberikan kutbah, “Wahai umatku, kita semua ada dalam kekuasaan Allah dan cinta kasih-Nya. Maka taati dan bertakwalah kepada-Nya. Ku wariskan dua perkara pada kalian, Al-Qur’an dan sunnahku. Barang siapa mencintai sunnahku, bererti mencintai aku dan kelak orang-orang yang mencintaiku, akan masuk syurga bersama-sama aku.” Khutbah singkat itu diakhiri dengan pandangan mata Rasulullah yang tenang dan penuh minat menatap sahabatnya satu persatu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:#000000;"&gt;Abu Bakar menatap mata itu dengan berkaca-kaca, Umar adanya naik turun menahan nafas dan tangisnya. Usman menghela nafas panjang dan Ali menundukkan kepalanya dalam-dalam. Isyarat itu telah datang, saatnya sudah tiba. “Rasulullah akan meninggalkan kita semua,” keluh hati semua sahabat kala itu. Manusia tercinta itu, hampir selesai menunaikan tugasnya di dunia. Tanda-tanda itu semakin kuat, tatkala Ali dan Fadhal dengan cergas menangkap Rasulullah yang berkeadaan lemah dan goyah ketika turun dari mimbar. Disaat itu, kalau mampu, seluruh sahabat yang hadir di sana pasti akan menahan detik-detik berlalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0.7em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.7em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:#000000;"&gt;Matahari kian tinggi, tapi pintu rumah Rasulullah masih tertutup. Sedang di dalamnya, Rasulullah sedang terbaring lemah dengan keningnya yang berkeringat dan membasahi pelepah kurma yang menjadi alas tidurnya. Tiba-tiba dari luar pintu terdengar seorang yang berseru mengucapkan salam. “Bolehkah saya masuk?” tanyanya. Tapi Fatimah tidak mengizinkannya masuk, “Maafkanlah, ayahku sedang demam,” kata Fatimah yang membalikkan badan dan menutup pintu. Kemudian ia kembali menemani ayahnya yang ternyata sudah membuka mata dan bertanya pada Fatimah, “Siapakah itu wahai anakku?” “Tak tahulah ayahku, orang sepertinya baru sekali ini aku melihatnya,” tutur Fatimah lembut. Lalu, Rasulullah menatap puterinya itu dengan pandangan yang menggetarkan. Seolah-olah bahagian demi bahagian wajah anaknya itu hendak dikenang. “Ketahuilah, dialah yang menghapuskan kenikmatan sementara, dialah yang memisahkan pertemuan di dunia. Dialah malakul maut,” kata Rasulullah, Fatimah pun menahan ledakkan tangisnya. Malaikat maut datang menghampiri, tapi Rasulullah menanyakan kenapa Jibril tidak ikut sama menyertainya. Kemudian dipanggilah Jibril yang sebelumnya sudah bersiap di atas langit dunia menyambut ruh kekasih Allah dan penghulu dunia ini. “Jibril, jelaskan apa hakku nanti di hadapan Allah?” Tanya Rasululllah dengan suara yang amat lemah. “Pintu-pintu langit telah terbuka, para malaikat telah menanti ruhmu. Semua syurga terbuka lebar menanti kedatanganmu,” kata Jibril. Tapi itu ternyata tidak membuatkan Rasulullah lega, matanya masih penuh kecemasan. “Engkau tidak senang mendengar khabar ini?” Tanya Jibril lagi. “Khabarkan kepadaku bagaimana nasib umatku kelak?” “Jangan khawatir, wahai Rasul Allah, aku pernah mendengar Allah berfirman kepadaku: ‘Ku haramkan syurga bagi siapa saja, kecuali umat Muhammad telah berada di dalamnya,” kata Jibril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-15" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik-detik semakin dekat, saatnya Izrail melakukan tugas. Perlahan ruh Rasulullah ditarik. Nampak seluruh tubuh Rasulullah bersimbah peluh, urat-urat lehernya menegang. “Jibril, betapa sakit sakaratul maut ini.” Perlahan Rasulullah mengaduh. Fatimah terpejam, Ali yang disampingnya menunduk semakin dalam dan Jibril memalingkan muka. “Jijikkah kau melihatku, hingga kau palingkan wajahmu Jibril?” Tanya Rasulullah pada Malaikat pengantar wahyu itu. “Siapakah yang sanggup, melihat kekasih Allah direnggut ajal,” kata Jibril. Sebentar kemudian terdengar Rasulullah memekik, kerana sakit yang tidak tertahankan lagi. “Ya Allah, dahsyat nian maut ini, timpakan saja semua siksa maut ini kepadaku, jangan pada umatku. “Badan Rasulullah mulai dingin, kaki dan dadanya sudah tidak bergerak lagi. Bibirnya bergetar seakan hendak membisikkan sesuatu, Ali segera mendekatkan telinganya “Uushiikum bis shalati, wa maa malakat aimanuku”, peliharalah shalat dan peliharalah orang-orang lemah di antaramu.” Di luar pintu tangis mulai terdengar bersahutan, sahabat saling berpelukan. Fatimah menutupkan tangan di wajahnya, dan Ali kembali mendekatkan telinganya ke bibir Rasulullah yang mulai kebiruan.”Ummatii, ummatii, ummatii”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2645588699840965001?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2645588699840965001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2645588699840965001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2645588699840965001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2645588699840965001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-rasulullah-went-away.html' title='The Morning Rasulullah Went Away'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7527778614243707579</id><published>2009-08-08T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:00:12.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Old Are You, Sir?</title><content type='html'>Good day. Have you ever heard that age is just an illusion. Oh you don't know how true it is. They said, judging by my height, I should be 15. By my image, I should be 21. And by my words, they thought I was dead. See, I'm not yet 19.  But what the heck? I've seen many things, travelled a lot of places, and spoken a lot of words. I hoped that what I've done are worthwhile. Well, to me, it was. But there are stuff that I thought were inappropriate but still, it's part of life. There are goods and bads. Yin and yang. It's the best couple I've seen, these two.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched a movie, &lt;i&gt;Jack&lt;/i&gt;, just now. It told a story an extraordinary kid. What on Earth made him such a spectacular boy? He grows up. 4 times faster than a normal kid should. You know how frustrating that is? Kids will wish that they grow up fast, so that they can do what grownups do. But Jack, he wish his body clock works slower. When he's 5, he looks like 20, and by the time he graduated from high school, his body is 68. I love the fact that he's young inside, though his body is actually old. That's why Jack was played by Robin Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, why is this movie so touching? It's because it shows how an adult can really think, and act like a child. His age doesn't even matter, and his physical being is way out of the question. The moment he steps into the public shool, everyone was so freaked out because, yeah, he's old. But what is old anyway? His brain is telling him to jump and run, but his heart is telling him he'd drop dead if he does so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked his valedictory speech. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Most people, after completing this phase of life, would freak out. They will ask "What would I do next?" If you are one of this people, look at me..'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no words to say these past few days. But I know, I've never felt this way before. It's a mixed feeling. I'm afraid, happy, confused, and hopeful all in one. But I didn't see sadness. Thank God. I need that to lift up my CGPA. Ha3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-7527778614243707579?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7527778614243707579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7527778614243707579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7527778614243707579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7527778614243707579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-old-are-you-sir.html' title='How Old Are You, Sir?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6227030580317982755</id><published>2009-08-08T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:25:31.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbalanced Scale</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of justice? This is what my CTU lecturer, Dr Kamarulzaman Sulaiman, told us this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'Justice is simple. It's like, when you have two kids, one is a boy and the other is a girl. What is justice? You bought the boy a &lt;i&gt;songkok &lt;/i&gt;and the girl a scarf. Even though today's scarf is worth RM 200, and a &lt;i&gt;songkok &lt;/i&gt;at it's highest peak only at RM 100, you can't simply give both of them a scarf each, or a &lt;i&gt;songkok&lt;/i&gt; each. If the latter is done, it's not justice, it's stupid.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave that to you for further thinking session. You know who I am, so you know to which topic am I actually referring to. But this example actually applies to any other situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6227030580317982755?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6227030580317982755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6227030580317982755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6227030580317982755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6227030580317982755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/imbalanced-scale.html' title='Imbalanced Scale'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-835809244063456425</id><published>2009-08-03T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:52:13.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Piece Of Glass</title><content type='html'>The kid I told you about in the last two post, remember him? The one that was in critical condition. He passed away today. To the family, I'm sorry for the lost. To all, I hope that this is a lesson to many. Life is so fragile, and death is so sudden. Be prepared for whatever may come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Al Fatihah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-835809244063456425?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/835809244063456425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=835809244063456425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/835809244063456425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/835809244063456425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-piece-of-glass.html' title='Like A Piece Of Glass'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6389808664275615613</id><published>2009-08-02T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:42:11.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Dark Clouds</title><content type='html'>What did they get after today's demonstration against/for the ISA? Nothing. I can guess from a mile away. They have shamed the country. I saw on the CNN about it. Though it's only a 30 seconds news, they showed how some Malaysians act like apes, protesting against something they're not even sure about. Why did I say that? Because they didn't read the news! It's about to be mended! Or if the news are not true, or the government might lie, wait until you're sure they are! Come one.. When will you use your common sense?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind you're standing up for what you believe. But do it at an appropriate place please. They invented road, tarmac so that we can drive on it. They invented mosque so that we can pray in it. They invented LRT Stations so that we can wait and board the LRT for heavens sake. But no.. these brilliant geniuses use them for demonstration purposes. We somehow depict that Malaysian are people who will shout if they disagree, throw stones when their desires at not met up with. Shame on you. Shame on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what they called Malaysia? A third-world country. We are supposed to be a developing country. I was quite mad when they labelled us with that but in a way, they're right. We have first-class facilities, and yet our thinking are still three levels below par. How embarrasing. Too many efforts have been put to raise Malaysia but it's the people themselves who are not appreciative enough. Come on people. Is this who we are? Is this the path that we're choosing for our own country? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to sit back, and see what is actually happening around us. Where are we going, as a nation. Forward? Definitely not. How can we when we demonstrate on the streets, shouting whenever we disagree on something? I was born during the zenith of Malaysian development, and I'm not out of my teenage life yet, and it's about to fade away. People, wake up!! We need to think back, what's good and what's not for the country. Do not just follow anyone, just because he/she seems energetic. Do what's right, and for the first time, use your brain, to decide. Allah is up there watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6389808664275615613?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6389808664275615613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6389808664275615613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6389808664275615613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6389808664275615613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-see-dark-clouds.html' title='I See Dark Clouds'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6218790015984166475</id><published>2009-07-31T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:47:36.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing In Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Diriwayatkan dari Abu Hurairah r.a bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "Untuk setiap musibah, penyakit, keresahan, kesedihan, atau kesakitan yang menimpa seorang Muslim, hatta luka yang disebabkan tertusuk duri, Allah akan menghapuskan dosa-dosanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diriwayatkan juga dari Abu Hurairah r.a bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "Apabila Allah menghendaki kebaikan ke atas seseorang, Dia akan mengujinya dengan kesulitan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhaib bin Sinan r.a meriwayatkan bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda, "Betapa ajaibnya seorang Mukmin! Kebaikan itu sentiasa bersamanya, tetapi ianya tidak berlaku pada orang lain kecuali kepada seorang Mukmin. Apabila ia mendapat kebaikan, ia bersyukur kepada Allah dan memperoleh ganjaran, dan apabila ia ditimpa musibah, ia menahannya dengan penuh sabar lalu ia (juga) akan memperoleh ganjarannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;See, the moral is, be patient with what Allah gives you. Because it is His way of forgiving us for our past mistakes. Somehow, it gives us hope when you read these. Imagine, these are only three materials. There's a whole book called Al Quran and another called As Sunnah to read. I'd ask you to read but I myself forgot to read them myself. Therefore, marilah kita ingat mengingat okayh! Till next time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;p/s; I don't have the english version for the hadith. Sorry. BM pun jadilah yeah. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6218790015984166475?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6218790015984166475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6218790015984166475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6218790015984166475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6218790015984166475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing In Disguise'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2896222564037293415</id><published>2009-07-30T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:36:34.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise The Lord For This Child</title><content type='html'>Good day. I've just heard from my mum that a student from my former school (TiJB) is currently in critical condition. He had a fructured liver or something as an effect of an accident that occured yesterday. His physical being seemed fine, but internally he's screwed. I was actually about to feel sad for this kid but then I heard the next info. He used his friend's bike to go to Uda or somewhere. He's riding without a license. See the connection? No license - riding bike - sharp corner - liver fracture.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids nowadays, they don't understand why we (ceh macam dah jadi bapak orang) don't allow them to do stuff. They thought that we're barring them from exercising their rights. They thought that we don't understand their young spirit, their youthful enthusiasm. They forgot that everyone experience youth, experience childhood and teenage life. That is why we discourage them from doing all those stunts, getting all those scars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no. These kids, especially the ones after 1995, go on a rebel. Run away from home, shout at the parents, stay locked up inside the room sampai orang semua ingat dah mati agaknye budak ni. These are all stupid stuff. Because parents don't have the energy to argue with the kids, they just let them do what they want to do. This way, they save energy by shutting up, and they'll be awarded Nickelodeon's Coolest Parent Of The Year. Sweet huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, kids don't have developed brains. So, their actions are done solely by referring to their heart. If it says jump off a cliff, the mind would say 'Hell yeah!'. What happens next? Accidents, death, or even worse, lifelong disability. Yes, part of learning process is through experience but will you take the chance of having your kid lying on the ground, breathing his last breath just because you want them to learn how to ride a bike?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In China, there is a school that they named 'Walking School' that are established for one reason. To reeducate troubled children. These kids, they're rude, insolent (okay redundant definition) don't respect they're parents, suicidal, and all the things that can't imagine, they have it. While in the Brat Camp, they're forced to walk all over China, spanning almost a thousand kilometers. They learn history, geography, and whatever they can throughout the journey. In the end, they appreciate what they have, which is their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want that in Malaysia? I don't think we can. Because we're still practising the concept of honouring the child as God's gift. Yes, they are. But Rasulullah said if they don't perform solat when they're 7, cane them. Punishment is vital when the child is uncontrollable. Strictness is important so that they know we're serious when we are. But janganlah gila nak suruh amik air segelas pun pegi bantai budak tu.. Things done must have reasons and objective.. Bukan ikut perasaan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, I do feel sad for the kid. I mean, if he died, or maybe having permanent disabilities, his life would end just like that, at a very young age. But let this be a lesson to all of us. Whatever given to the kids, are privileges, not rights. They must know the limit, and they must know the reason we discourage them from doing the things their youthful spirit want to do. Allah is up there watching. Judgement day is not that far away mind you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2896222564037293415?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2896222564037293415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2896222564037293415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2896222564037293415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2896222564037293415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/praise-lord-for-this-child.html' title='Praise The Lord For This Child'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-963815530273886523</id><published>2009-07-29T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:07:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over I Tell You!</title><content type='html'>Hello. Ever wonder why do we need to fall in love? If we look back, love had nothing to do with the world's development, nor does it shape any civilisation. But somehow it is considered as one of the most powerful forces in the world. Funny, huh? You can't see it, you can't measure it, you can't touch it. And yet the toughest of the tough bow down to it, everytime it lashes it's fury. I just can't seem to figure out why is this happening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the history of literature, many great authors are drawn to write about love. For Tolkien, he wrote about the love story between Aragorn and Arwen. Austen wrote many, of which the most significant was of Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet. And who could ever forget, the noblest of love between Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. Not only that, the Hindu epic of Rama and Sita depicts the love which broke the barrier of mortality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, how the world was actually moved by this thing called love? Okay, somehow I see that I had just made my point. Okay, the reason that I write this post is that many of my friends are just in this kind of problem right this moment. For those who had been in love with their boyfriend/girlfriend since, say high school, this might be the moment (in university okayh?) where the relationship might get rocky. What to do? Distance is just not the thing to have when having a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However strong your feelings are towards your 'other half', you will in a way find that it's difficult to keep going when he/she is not around. Insecurity will set in, doubts came pouring as the dam of trust had exploded, and eventually, a third person will appear. It doesn't matter who he/she (the third person) is, we're now feeling that we're being cheated. All  those promised trusts now are just words. You know as they say, promises were meant to be broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there would be fights. Calls upon calls, text upon text, tears are just our friends. And then it all stopped. No calls. No text. But the tears are still there. Kaya lah Kleenex. Before we know it, grades are falling like comet shower on a bright sunday night. We preferred to be alone, avoiding friends and family. If they ask, the usual answer would be 'I'm alright. Don't worry so much about me'. Macam lah diorang baru kenal 3 jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then came the final text. Or call. 'It's over' Boom! Everything had just ended, including our life. Aspirins would be the answer. Or maybe a knife? Who's there to stop us? Then we should, I must emphasize '&lt;b&gt;should remember that we still have a God&lt;/b&gt;' that can help us. The next thing to do is to ask Him for forgiveness. See, everything happen for a reason. If the relationship does not work out, there must be something wrong in the relationship that Tuhan tak suka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not saying I'm soooo good at this that I'd give a lecture about it this evening. But I'm telling this as a reminder to myself, as well as to my friends, and those of you who experience the same thing. I never said it was easy. But you have to do it somehow. It took me many months to get over it, and I'm still not sure if I did. But I'm trying. And so must you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to think about it. Until when do you want to suck in to your sadness? Till you're dead? Hell no. There are over 6 billion people out there in the world. Why do you want to go to the one that does not even want you in the first place? Have some self respect people. You're worth more than what you think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might not help, but at least, think about what I've said. If God wants you to be happy, then you will. If not, it's not your time yet. Hold on to that principle, and you'll go on with your life I promise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-963815530273886523?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/963815530273886523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=963815530273886523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/963815530273886523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/963815530273886523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-over-i-tell-you.html' title='It&apos;s Over I Tell You!'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-3911287048636063599</id><published>2009-07-28T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:34:50.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Dear Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sm3lF3zOLSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u8khZH9uAyo/s1600-h/n_18yasmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sm3lF3zOLSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u8khZH9uAyo/s320/n_18yasmin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363194620309024034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yasmin Ahmad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1958 - 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-3911287048636063599?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3911287048636063599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=3911287048636063599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3911287048636063599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3911287048636063599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-dear-lady.html' title='Farewell, Dear Lady'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sm3lF3zOLSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u8khZH9uAyo/s72-c/n_18yasmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4003072273369100441</id><published>2009-07-24T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:38:08.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampai Juga Ia Ke Sini</title><content type='html'>UiTM Johor has been closed today. What luck. I've been hoping that nothing can penetrate this thick and lush greenery of Segamat, bur it seems that we too are weak. Nevertheless, we have to bow down to whatever He has brought for us. Well, if you think about it, I'm okay with it. Ha3 Cuti weh, enjoy ar! Bye2 Segamat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-4003072273369100441?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4003072273369100441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4003072273369100441&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4003072273369100441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4003072273369100441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/sampai-juga-ia-ke-sini.html' title='Sampai Juga Ia Ke Sini'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-3633221568951014351</id><published>2009-07-23T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:52:05.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My, Why Was I?</title><content type='html'>Hello. My part one roommate has been asked by his lecturer, why were we born Muslims? At first, I really don't know what to say. I simply went blank. How to answer that question? Sometimes, there are question that you're not suppose to ask. Coz that you'll never get the answer. How many effort be put, you'll never get it. I hate that kind of question. But at the same time, I always think of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What happens after mahsyar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long is forever in heaven or hell?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can we ask for anything in heaven? I mean, everything?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would there be a substitute after the human race?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the questions I had in mind. I don't want to know the answers now. To me, I'll just wait and see. But for the question at the first paragraph of this post, I came out with this. Allah has created everyone equal. A newborn baby is like a white cloth. It is up to the parents to colour the cloth, designing them. How we are right now is the effect of what our parents had shape us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me, it is not a matter of why were we born Muslims, but how were we taught to maintain the lifestyle of a Muslim. Islam is not just on your name. Bearing it would bring a significant responsibility, which is to depict a good image of a very noble lifestyle, a grand religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-3633221568951014351?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3633221568951014351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=3633221568951014351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3633221568951014351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3633221568951014351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-oh-my-why-was-i.html' title='My Oh My, Why Was I?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7274092717005813724</id><published>2009-07-23T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:59:05.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 Really Affect The Tourism Sector</title><content type='html'>H1N1 is becoming very mischievous lately. 4 UiTM campuses has been closed due to the infections these students are catching. We don't know yet whether Johore's will be soon enough, but I sure hope that this campus will not be closed. I hate substitute classes. So, pray to God that we're being hindered from those stuff. (betul ke ayat aku neh?)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon's class was quite dull. Dr Syed Omar called Biha and Dayang to come in front and present their topics. Then came along Del and Hana. They called Pinky and Arif followed by Afiq and I. He made it as if we're fighting against each other, comparing which class has the best group. Ha3 ok2 I take it back. His class was interesting. But to some, it's a good sleeping pill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malam ni Prof Kamil buat solat hajat. Elak H1N1. Kat P.I. Datang yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-7274092717005813724?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7274092717005813724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7274092717005813724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7274092717005813724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7274092717005813724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-really-affect-tourism-sector.html' title='H1N1 Really Affect The Tourism Sector'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5460449311100936029</id><published>2009-07-21T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:11:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate, So I Kill</title><content type='html'>Hello. I've been busy lately, I mean, very, busy. So that explains the lack of update. Sorry. But I've watched the news which reported Jakarta being attacked by JI. Jemaah Islamiyah. Shame be put to the Muslim society, again. I am very disappointed with this act of violence. Whatever it is, you are still promoting killings and destruction my friends. Does Islam really taught you that? I will answer it myself, no! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is true that over history, there are many episodes where we see that Muslims are oppressed, but even our Prophet Muhammad does not allow us to pay blood with blood. I remembered the story where someone was calling Rasulullah, and then snapping the turban or the collar of his shirt. The effect of this was that there were marks on Rasulullah's neck. One of the sahabat was about to beat the guy but Rasulullah forbade him from doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this shows us? That even Rasulullah does not want to put harm on anyone. Not even the ones that are his enemies. But what are we doing now? Bombing London, Bali, Jakarta, so on and so forth. When will this end? What's next I must ask you extremist. I don't understand what's in your mind. You have to have the compassion towards human being, then only Allah bless every breath you take. Itu pun kalau Dia redha lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The JI's objective to make this Indonesia-Malaysia-Singapore-Brunei as some sort of Islam Nation thingy will never succeed with violence. We are the people of peace. I hope so. Please, do not tarnish the image of Islam by showing your act of 'jihad'. Clearly you need to read the Quran more. I'm not pious but I know the difference between jihad and stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s; Oh ya, congratulation to UiTM Vice Chancellor, Dato' Seri Prof Dr. Ibrahim Abu Shah (now Tan Sri) for the bestowing of the Panglima Setia Mahkota by His Majesty Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin. You deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5460449311100936029?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5460449311100936029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5460449311100936029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5460449311100936029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5460449311100936029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-so-i-kill.html' title='I Hate, So I Kill'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1988738247546524835</id><published>2009-07-17T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:12:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My advice to anyone. Becareful of whatever stuff you do inside and outside the boundary of technology. Don't be stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1988738247546524835?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1988738247546524835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1988738247546524835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1988738247546524835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1988738247546524835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-advice-to-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-3146032991089854778</id><published>2009-07-16T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:01:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity Was Never Gender Biased</title><content type='html'>Hello. I've no idea what to write actually. I've loads to tell but not right here. I suppose that I'm a kind of guy who would just put something behind if I don't think it's suitable to be written. But, I am the kind of guy who says what I think. So there is no possibilities of me talking back, as long as you are man enough to say what's in your mind to me. Yup. Right on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot this week. I mean, ups and downs. But the ups foreshadows the stupid downs. Started off with a dull Monday, I looked up to the next day which is the MPKP. Majlis Pengenalan Kelab dan Persatuan. I saw loads of part 1 students being so innocent, signing up to three to four clubs just because we told them to do so. Ha3 fun dowh kenakan budak2 nih. Now I know how my seniors felt when they forced us to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to know that one of my group mate is not satisfied with the way I work with him. Come on, that's how I function, who are you to force me to follow your way? You are the one who wanted to be a part of us, so just follow with the flow. Copernicus just called okay. The universe does not revolve around you. The thing that I'm not happy with is the fact that he talked about me behind my back. But I am professional. If he speaks up, then I'll confront him. If not, life goes on as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I went back from ELS board meeting. Very informal. I like. Ha3 I turned out being EXCO for Protocol along with Nissa Jamal and some girl labelled as Fatimah. We don't know her name. Tu la, sape suruh balik cepat. He3 sorry. Muka aku nampak protokol sangat kah?? Serabai de ar. Anyhow, Nissa and I are supposed to be the MC for next week's ELS AGM. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to watch HP this Saturday with my sis. Probably somebody will tag along but I kinda doubt it. Tu yang senang jadi single. Ha3 no need to pay for anyone. Save!! Well, what I'm trying to say is, life is great. I managed to grasp the idea that if we chill, then everything will come into place. Thank you God. Thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-3146032991089854778?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3146032991089854778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=3146032991089854778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3146032991089854778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3146032991089854778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupidity-was-never-gender-biased.html' title='Stupidity Was Never Gender Biased'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1060887368639587196</id><published>2009-07-16T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:35:58.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry's Coming To Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need a girlfriend. Anyone interested or maybe want to kick my head because of your unhappiness with me, please contact me at my email. =) Or maybe you would just want to curse me. Ha3 these are the things I would say whenever I'm bored or something. I've finished my assignments, and now I can't sleep. I need to be doing something actually. I hate the fact that I can't watch Harry Potter tomorrow. Well, I still can watch it Saturday. Let me rephrase that. I'm going to watch it on Saturday. Ha3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sl4RzstnB9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tvdh4-2_sv0/s320/harrypotter6-poster45.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358740186490931154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I'm thrilled! That's why I need a girlfriend ASAP! Harry has Ginny now. So I can't just watch him. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1060887368639587196?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1060887368639587196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1060887368639587196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1060887368639587196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1060887368639587196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/harrys-coming-to-japan.html' title='Harry&apos;s Coming To Japan!'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sl4RzstnB9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tvdh4-2_sv0/s72-c/harrypotter6-poster45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6178052657216945477</id><published>2009-07-15T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:58:17.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Is Just 5 Minutes Walk Away</title><content type='html'>Hello. Just got back from Dewan Sri Temenggong. Woa, it's a sight for sore eyes I tell you. Tak menyesal ouh turun. Sejuk hati ni duduk kat Segamat. Ha3 yeah but I don't think it would do me any good. Or does it? Well, I dont intend to write that long for tonight. But I had to say, I really was stressed out the first day I arrived at Segamat this semester. Seriously, I was thinking of ditching every class the whole week so that I could go back home. But as the days pass, I started to find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Ha mesti orang ketawa ke hape dengar explanation kali ni kan. By going to the mosque. I totally feel the pain ease off by going there. Maybe it's because of the fact that SR is freaking hot and the place is recently installed with loads of aircon. What makes me more enthusiastic is that everytime I was there, it will be filled by at least 40 people. Takdelah rasa sunyi when I performed Zohor or Asar. In these three semesters I've been here, I've never saw that place being so crowded without any events. My compliment to Dr. Kamil Ibrahim for the success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (Dr. Kamil) has been trying a lot of stuff to have that kind of jemaah. Right from serving food for berbuka, till the point where he spent money to install air conditioners and even speakers that allows the azan to be heard till SAB (maybe lah kot). The last known effort was actually the kursus pemantapan Ibadah. It resulted with the crowd at the mosque. With the current condition of the place where it is extremely condusive for anyone to perform solat, I don't see why the students don't want to go there at least 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang penting adalah kita mencuba. Ikhlas merupakan suatu aspek yang amat penting dalam Ibadah. Ya. Tetapi, kita tidak boleh menyalahkan sesiapa hanya kerana mereka pergi ke masjid untuk merasakan kedinginan pendingin hawa yang terdapat di situ. Ini adalah kerana dari keadaan yang kondusif tersebutlah, datang keikhlasan untuk melakukan ibadah dalam keadaan yang selesa. Jangan peduli kritikan orang ramai yang mempersoalkan niat kita ke sana. Hanya Allah yang berhak menilai apa yang tersirat, mahupun tersurat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6178052657216945477?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6178052657216945477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6178052657216945477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6178052657216945477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6178052657216945477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/peace-is-just-5-minutes-walk-away.html' title='Peace Is Just 5 Minutes Walk Away'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-371856261632459712</id><published>2009-07-11T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:55:46.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge To Other World</title><content type='html'>I've been reading &lt;a href="http://thesempoigurl.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-bertanyadan-ini-jawapannya.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; entry by EkYn, and I think it's wonderful. If you have the time, do drop by to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-371856261632459712?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/371856261632459712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=371856261632459712&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/371856261632459712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/371856261632459712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/bridge-to-other-world.html' title='Bridge To Other World'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1352698722029868776</id><published>2009-07-10T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:08:42.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor For Bahasa</title><content type='html'>Hello. Don't you think it's stupid to revert the PPSMI policy? I mean it's utter foolishness. Downright silly. Simply moronic. Why in the name of God do we elect those to represent us, when they in return lead us back to the pit of stupidity? I was very dissapointed to hear the abolishment of PPSMI. Now they have to figure out how to put English's extra time inside the already-crammed school hours. When this happen, &lt;i&gt;Sasterawan Negara &lt;/i&gt;A Samad Said wants more allocation for Bahasa Melayu's. What's next? A whole school of Bahasa? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Students of UiTM had to obtain their education in English. Struggling as they might be, these students excel. They get good grades. For those who does study lah kan. That means, language was never a problem, when you try. This is not the first time we had done it. But it seems that everyone thinks Bahasa would extinct if we keep on learning something in English. I had to respect their decision. Who am I to say anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tahniah saya ucapkan kepada pejuang-pejuang bangsa dan Bahasa Melayu. Perjuangan anda hampir selesai. Mari kita sama-sama membuat saingan sihat antara Bahasa Melayu dan Bahasa Inggeris dengan membunuh pesaing kita. Bukankah itu cara kita selama ini? Bukankah itu yang kita impikan selama ini, menang tanpa bertanding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1352698722029868776?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1352698722029868776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1352698722029868776&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1352698722029868776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1352698722029868776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/victor-for-bahasa.html' title='Victor For Bahasa'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6811059308872448873</id><published>2009-07-01T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:32:58.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when we walked along the beach, thinking what will happen when we get back home? We went on to see the sunrise, thinking today's would not be the same view as tomorrow's. Little did we know, that what's ahead is so complicated. If given a chance, I would never want to have that talk. If given a chance, I would never ask you out for that walk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember the moment we sit upon the rocky edge at the beachfront, you told me to close my eyes. You told me to listen to the wind. I never did understand your reason for telling me all those stuff about having a garden full of flowers. But I do find it funny when you told me, if we go on and swim straight from that very beach, we would find Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember that when the sun is already half the way, you stood up, pulling me along. You hate being late, you told me. You hate the fact that everything has to end. You hate the fact that time is never on our side. You hate the fact that you can never get everything you want. But you love the fact that on that morning, your wish had came true. If only I knew what's on your mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember when we walked past Ringo's Petshop, you told me you wanted a kitten when we get back home. I had a tough time telling you I can't have one at my place, as you wanted two, one for me and another for you. I don't like it when you do that. When you kept quiet, forcing me to guess what's going on. When you ignore whatever I say, whatever I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember on the plane, we sit next to each other. The only reason we did that was because we know, that after this, things would be different. Don't be naughty, you said. Till today that sentence sends shiver down my spine. I never wanted to land. But somehow, as we did, reality checks in. We're heading to our own different lives. Why would we ever bother, when we don't even want to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's what happen when you're thousands and thousands of miles away from home, and your feet are just not on the ground.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6811059308872448873?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6811059308872448873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6811059308872448873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6811059308872448873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6811059308872448873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2681077228622444433</id><published>2009-06-28T22:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:20:04.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iran : A Story Of Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkeUOFZENxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/E-8t0rq6VYo/s1600-h/800px-Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad_at_Columbia_1_by_David_Shankbone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkeUOFZENxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/E-8t0rq6VYo/s320/800px-Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad_at_Columbia_1_by_David_Shankbone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409651839514386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello. I've never follow the current situation in Iran after the greatly disputed election. I thought that it was just another riot, in another Arab country. Typical huh? You don't agree, demonstrate your anger. We can see the pattern there. Thailand, for instance was shook by the downfall of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thaksin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abhisit's&lt;/span&gt; people are told to do riots as a symbol of their displeasure. The result? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thaksin's&lt;/span&gt; supporter did the same during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abhisit's&lt;/span&gt; reign. Now, it's like a cycle. The one that you really need to struggle to break.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe the thing that started this episode in the Iranian government is the result of the recent election. Duh!! Like dude, you're blind or something? Okay, pointing the obvious. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; is someone that wants to be the champion of the Muslim world. He openly criticised the West and ignored Washington's threat over the nuclear issue. He clearly state his point that the West, especially the United States cannot be trusted. Even when President Obama is trying to reach out with him, he spat the leader of the Free World with accusations of meddling with his country's affairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hossein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand is some guy who was on the Presidential race against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; in 2009. Ha3 no2, that's a very weak intro for a man so important in Iran's history. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt;, to me is an opportunist. He sees the weak support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; is getting by the professionals of Iran. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; closes the door for the US, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt; brings promise that he will try to improve the ties between Tehran and Washington. Such act would bring Iran's economy to a better phase. It will also bring Iran out of the line of fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outcome of the election was unexpected I guess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ahmadinejad&lt;/span&gt; gained approximately 24.5 million votes, with a majority of 11 million votes. Hm, so much about his people's rejection. What I really despise is the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt; urged his supporters to demonstrate out on the streets. What kind of a leader are you, Mr Mousavi? You are there, inside some safe place, and there are your people, battling with the authorities, dying. I understand that you are disappointed, but hey, for your country's sake, start acting like an adult. You didn't get the candy, so why do you have to wreck the store? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mousavi&lt;/span&gt; was so sure that he's going to win that when he didn't, he blamed each and everyone who is in power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the beginning, I hate demonstrations, be it peace or the other. There is a thin line between street demonstration and stupidity. Oh let me rephrase that. Street demonstration is stupidity. There are other ways for you to show your disagreements. Talks, for example. Or maybe you can use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. There are other ways to use your computer other than throwing it towards the militia, you know? So, my prayers are for Iran to gain peace in the near future, and let it be a lesson for all of us. Throughout history, demonstrations get people nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2681077228622444433?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2681077228622444433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2681077228622444433&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2681077228622444433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2681077228622444433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/iran-story-of-despair.html' title='Iran : A Story Of Despair'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkeUOFZENxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/E-8t0rq6VYo/s72-c/800px-Mahmoud_Ahmadinejad_at_Columbia_1_by_David_Shankbone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6945789797989671891</id><published>2009-06-26T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:57:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Doing This</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm going to address three stuff which I think is kinda important. So here goes nothing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Land of The Riches yesterday. Instead of going back home to Pavilion, I headed for Gardens this time. This would mean that I needed to take the train. I really am not allowed to have the driver drive me around. Unethical. During the process which took me an hour and a half, I remembered how much I hate public transportation. It's slow, and noisy, and crowded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I don't know how to get to KL Central from Bank Negara, I had to ask the lady at the counter. Then, the bloody gal looked at me like I was someone who owes her money and said, 'Naik Komuter lah.' Wa, I had to give A+ for her profesionalism and friendliness. My guess is she's having her period. But who cares. Seriously the service sector needs some major overhaul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever watched A Razak Mohaideen's works? I don't call him by his title because he don't deserve the professorship. His movies are stupid. None would grab my attention, not even when I'm dying and all I have are his movies. What I'll do is I would pile them up, pour a bottle of vodka on em', light up my cigar and watch them being eaten by fire after I threw my lighter at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so? Look at the main character. Saiful Apek. Yeah, he's harmless. But what's around him? A lot of girls chasing him around, drooling over him and dying to marry the guy. I mean, look at the guy. Nak potong rambut pun malas. If he's like Akhil Hayy then it's quite okay. But he looks like A Gila Guy to me. Tunjuk sangat yang Melayu asyik berangan. Wake up to the fact please. Memang lah jodoh kat tangan Tuhan tapi come on la.. Tuhan pun pandai mix and match okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;STORY 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I oppose the plan to build a third bridge to Singapore. There are loads of thing to consider and the result is obvious. We Johorians especially Iskandarian (ceh3) knows why, and for once, respect the Sultan's views and opinions. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6945789797989671891?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6945789797989671891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6945789797989671891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6945789797989671891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6945789797989671891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-like-doing-this.html' title='I Like Doing This'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8803857785747471790</id><published>2009-06-26T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:22:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTiuX0_6XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kJDve-foPsw/s1600-h/27062009450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTiuX0_6XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kJDve-foPsw/s400/27062009450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351651543521159538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTiuBoi4nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aSxtBRaGXPw/s1600-h/27062009459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTiuBoi4nI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aSxtBRaGXPw/s400/27062009459.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351651537563345522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTit9WtVpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/T_RI4nIZQlQ/s1600-h/27062009457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTit9WtVpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/T_RI4nIZQlQ/s400/27062009457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351651536414791314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTitc4ffrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PaXGoO_UUbc/s1600-h/27062009453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTitc4ffrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PaXGoO_UUbc/s400/27062009453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351651527698120370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTitFsTVrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/srYdLlzubLA/s1600-h/27062009456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTitFsTVrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/srYdLlzubLA/s400/27062009456.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351651521472976562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what it looks like after a very brief moment of bushfire attack at the forest beside my house. It actually is a magnificent site, only that the panic sets in after the fire rose two stories high, and seemingly engulfed a street lamp. With no thanks to the Bomba Malaysia, sebab kalau tunggu korang memang aku berkhemah je la malam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8803857785747471790?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8803857785747471790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8803857785747471790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8803857785747471790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8803857785747471790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day.html' title='What A Day'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkTiuX0_6XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kJDve-foPsw/s72-c/27062009450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1588396518669332424</id><published>2009-06-26T09:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:52:20.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Had Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day. It's global now, news of the demise of the King of Pop. I never really liked his music but it seems that he's such a major icon. He broke the skin colour barrier during the toughest times in America. How can we forget the famous moonwalk. It is a lost not only to the music world, but the Pop culture in general. You will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkQn9wlNBdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gFUYaj1DDSI/s1600-h/_40623112_jackson_10_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkQn9wlNBdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gFUYaj1DDSI/s400/_40623112_jackson_10_ap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351446199189439954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1958 - 2009&lt;/b&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/6119880327254873093-1588396518669332424?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1588396518669332424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1588396518669332424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1588396518669332424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1588396518669332424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-had-passed.html' title='Another Had Passed'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SkQn9wlNBdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gFUYaj1DDSI/s72-c/_40623112_jackson_10_ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1892410839464893112</id><published>2009-06-22T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:01:21.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing The Sea Of Fire With A Mere Kayak</title><content type='html'>Hello. Okay it's been a while since I hadn't written anything here. I've nothing to write actually. A lot, but not right here. Okay, what is the thing that shook the world right now, this really moment? There are only two things, that is the economic instability and H1N1 flu. See, not only that our money is melting away, we're going to get sick too. Ha3 nah, just kidding. But if we look at it closely, every year, there will be an episode which will drag the whole world into it. Like the Obama fever for instance. Then the attack on Gaza. What about the Great Tsunami of 2004? SARS pandemic, Bird Flu, Iraq War and one of the worst terrorist attack the US had ever seen, 9-11.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very good time for fear mongers to spread the word about the coming of Armageddon. Or some weird religious cult to gather a group of people on a field, waiting for Jesus to come down from Heaven. Remember the Mayans? They actually predicted that the end of the world would actually happen exactly on the 21st of December, 2012. Woa, pretty sophisticated huh? Nostradamus on the other hand said that the current Pope would be the last one. Well, that actually contradicted with his other prophecy which says that the Barbarians (which he regarded the Muslim as) will conquer the world in 2300-ish. Pope Benedict XVI will live that long? I'm sure he's happy to hear that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about Islam? We Muslim believe that the real day is only known by Allah. The more we guess the date, the more it is inaccurate. So we choose not to dwell on it. Everyday lives goes on, while we prepare ourselves. There's no use fearing the inevitable. I remember when a new teacher came to my school. I was standard five at that time. We knew that she looked fierce, so there's a 98.23% that she is. Therefore, there's no use of thinking 'Oh man, garang tak makcik tu?' Instead, we prepared ourselves with everything that is needed. Turn out, she's not that bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like today. I went to the mall. It's like everyone is having a mad bonus bonanza. It was quite packed. Okay I might be exaggerating, but considering the economy is not in our favour, and there's a 'violent' flu spreading out there, people are quite jolly. But I came to understand that tragedy actually brings people together. This H1N1 thingy actually brought the scientists together in killing it off. The economic blunder? Well, to roll the economy, we need to spend. It applies the Multiplication of Money theory. That explains the crowd at the mall. Ha3 I mean, we need to do what we have to do right? Why do we have to go on sombre mode just because those Wall Street folks are crying their money off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm saying is, we should make the best of everything. Even during a terrible disaster, there's a ray of hope. It's up to us to determine whether life is full of meaning, or just another stupid day. It's a short one. Why the long face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1892410839464893112?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1892410839464893112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1892410839464893112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1892410839464893112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1892410839464893112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/crossing-sea-of-fire-with-mere-kayak.html' title='Crossing The Sea Of Fire With A Mere Kayak'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-52404110488270608</id><published>2009-06-22T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:40:39.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn not from this place in despair, for I am there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have not sadness at not seeing my presence, for I am there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trod careful and gently cross meadow and wood, for I am there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give credance to the whispers of your heart, for I am there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let not Spring be lost again, for I am there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave not this place quieter and less, for I am there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you come alone upon the brook and hear that gentle laugh think not yourself accursed, for I am there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whence least expected I shall return to see you, for I am there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when it comes your time to pass there will be no fear, for I am there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-52404110488270608?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/52404110488270608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=52404110488270608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/52404110488270608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/52404110488270608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-there.html' title='I Am There'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8234174267319397986</id><published>2009-06-20T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:02:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happee Family Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sj0EiNxMi-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ROmzXLuD8HQ/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sj0EiNxMi-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ROmzXLuD8HQ/s400/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349436918244084706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems that this is the middle of many celebrations that honour the people very dear to us, I would dedicate this post to my family. No words can describe how much you guys are appreciated and loved. Thanks yeah! =)  Oh yeah, to buy my mum's present is easy. But for my dad, we went blank. It's a tough job to find something for someone who has everything he desire. Ha3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8234174267319397986?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8234174267319397986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8234174267319397986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8234174267319397986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8234174267319397986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/happee-family-month.html' title='Happee Family Month'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sj0EiNxMi-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ROmzXLuD8HQ/s72-c/DSC00695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4529061938741920437</id><published>2009-06-17T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:18:28.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee Avi Is Brilliant. Love Her That Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SjkJKzR27hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/grrlXEUYWgY/s1600-h/17012007448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SjkJKzR27hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/grrlXEUYWgY/s400/17012007448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348316113647627794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I need to say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-4529061938741920437?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4529061938741920437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4529061938741920437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4529061938741920437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4529061938741920437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/zee-avi-is-brilliant-love-her-that-much.html' title='Zee Avi Is Brilliant. Love Her That Much'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SjkJKzR27hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/grrlXEUYWgY/s72-c/17012007448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2496018886671418213</id><published>2009-06-17T19:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:14:16.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Is Never A Barrier, When You Master It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. I just came back from KL. It was tiring. The day started early as we head for the &lt;i&gt;Land of The Riches &lt;/i&gt;at 5am. Before I knew it, at 8 we already arrived at Sungai Besi toll booth. Upon reaching the MMC building, I've already planned my move. I ditched my dad's driver (ha3 sorry) and heads for KLCC. Know what? Those people started late. At 10, they had just only began to open up the roller shutter. I got bored and started my long walk back home, Pavilion. The same thing happened there. God, they are late risers. But considering Pavilion memang selalu kosong kan, so it's not quite awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked past Salvatore Ferragamo, Gucci, Raoul, Louis Vuitton and those watch boutique that has the name Patek Phillipe, Vacheron Constantin and such. These European names makes Japanese MikiMoto sounds cartoon-ish. I remember when the shopping heaven used to be at Lot 10. Those names were not even there. Now, the riches can buy their big toys right in the heart of Kuala Lumpur. I saw Carl's Jr and decided to browse through the whole floor first. As if it was fated, I went into Speedy Video. As I entered, I heard this music. I fell in love with it in mere seconds. It was Kantoi by &lt;a href="http://www.zeeavi.com/"&gt;Zee Avi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I've been watching this music industry being taken away by the Indonesian madness early 2001. And since then, our own singers are having a hard time to penetrate our own industry. But recently, this Indie phenomena has arise and it started to win the heart of us Malaysian, especially the younger generation. Then, I began to listen to Yuna, a young UiTM Law gal, who started singing with just a microphone and a guitar. What caught my attention was her English. American. I myself speak British. But it's cool to listen to a fellow Malaysian speaking like our American friends. At my campus, I would just go to Her Highness Miss Ida's place to listen to one. Ha3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud. Why? Because there are Malaysians who really have the initiative to speak English properly. Lately, we've seen loads of idiots demonstrating on the streets, rejecting the policy which tries to help Malaysians students coping. If you are one of them, read this carefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Chinese from Mainland China. Upon hosting the Olympic last year, many Americans were imported so that they can teach the Chinese how to communicate in English well. Even an elderly, who may not live long to finish half a page of China Daily, tried very hard to speak English. Here, we are given the opportunity. And yet, we throw it away, with a stupid excuse; afraid that Malaysians might forget how to speak Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those who tried, I give you my bow of respect. To those who seriously despise my thoughts in this post, go to hell. But then again, how can you understand my blog if you don't speak English? I know I suck in Arabic, but at least I tried my best to learn it. How are we going to move on with the globalisation process when we are too proud to admit that English is the main language? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk post kali ini, saya mengutuk sekerasnya sesiapa yang membantah, dan tidak mahu mempelajari bahasa Inggeris. Tidak semestinya kita hilang identiti sebagai seorang rakyat Malaysia apabila kita petah berkata-kata dalam bahasa asing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2496018886671418213?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2496018886671418213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2496018886671418213&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2496018886671418213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2496018886671418213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/language-is-never-barrier-when-you.html' title='Language Is Never A Barrier, When You Master It'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-36017670935419768</id><published>2009-06-16T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:12:09.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Green Grass Of Home</title><content type='html'>Hello. My schedule today was packed as I fill it with too many stuff I think. My plan was just to wash the car but it turned up that I had a very leafy garden. I don't even know that Malaysia had fall. I didn't get the memo about Malaysia's having the four seasons. No, not the salt, pepper and spice crap.. Well, I thought that rather than sitting around doing nothing, I'd better clear it up. My backyard is not that big. So at first I thought I can do it by the end of &lt;i&gt;The Nanny.&lt;/i&gt; Turn out I had to spend an hour and a half doing it. Raking leaves leads to plucking weeds, which leads to washing the ducks. The porcelain ones. Lucky I don't have any ponds. That would add up another hour I think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I suddenly realise, what I had been doing, is just something to pass the time. I didn't even actually finish the job. The guys who were supposed to do it, are doing it to feed themselves, and sometime others. The gardeners usually spent the whole day just to clear up the whole compound. No, it's not that it's too damn wrecked. My mum's a neat freak, she'll never let that happen. It's just that there are too many things to do. I don't study Agricultural Science but I know that plants need to be watered, kena baja and all that, sometimes they have that parasite stuff, snails and all, so yeah, what a job description huh? Now that's just my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, they're doing it so that they can make ends meet. Day by day, houses upon houses, I just can't imagine it. What about their golden age? Would it even be golden when it comes? Or they still have to work to cope it all? I'm not speculating anything about their education level as not everyone has the same opportunity. Life is sometimes funny in a way that when you're trap, it's hard for you to untie the knot. However, what I'm dissapointed most is with the ones that have the chance, but threw it away the minute they get their hands on it. Come on, you're given the ball. Why pass it on to someone else without even trying to strike a goal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm trying to say is, be thankful of what you have. If you have a large garden, be thankful that you have someone to hire to take care of it. If you don't, be thankful for having the energy to take care of it yourself. If you have a small garden, well, be thankful you have one and if you have none, be thankful because you don't have to take care of any. There's a silver lining on every clouds. Well, it's not always cloudy you know. So however your day is, make the best of it. The glass is always half full. Wait, who drank the other half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-36017670935419768?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/36017670935419768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=36017670935419768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/36017670935419768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/36017670935419768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/green-green-grass-of-home.html' title='Green Green Grass Of Home'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-9032211670039376153</id><published>2009-06-15T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:10:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can Recall When...</title><content type='html'>Hello. Remember that I mentioned earlier that Europe is the continent that indulge the flavours of history? Well it's true. That chain of events which occurred had massively affected the world that it's still felt. Plato, Julius Caesar, Constantine with his Constantinople, Napoleonic War, Agricultural Revolution, Industrial Revolution, French Revolution, WWII, and recently, European Union. We have seen the rise, the fall and the rerise (is that a valid word) of that relatively small continent. Someone had asked me, what about our own country? Ah yes, our country's history which dated back to the coming of Parameswara from Palembang. 1400 was it? I think so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we had our history. A history of being conquered! 400 years of colonialism. First by the Portuguese, then the Dutch, next the Brits, and the Japs, and at last to the Brits again. And some would say that we got our independence the chicken-out way. Hah, that's where they're wrong. Why so? Because looking at WWII, Europe ended in ruins. By examining the 2003 Iraq War, nothing was actually liberated. By remembering Israel's attacks on Gaza last December, we would see that it does not only tore the buildings of Palestine, but the soul of the Israeli soldiers too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm saying is, war just brings the human race disaster. Nothing is actually achieved by having one. The lost of one life will never cover the reclamation of a land, or a nation. What our leaders did back at the 1950s are to me the best way to gain independence. Through the signing of treaty, the peaceful way. No blood was shed. That's how we should do it. However, I do disagree on the act of demonstrating and all. It gives bad influence to people nowadays who resorts to street demonstration to, well, demonstrate their emotions, their thoughts. I don't agree on that. It's just stupid. I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, whatever your nationality is, value it. No war is worth anything. War should never be printed in any dictionary at all. It's a mistake that someone had started. Why follow a hatred tradition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-9032211670039376153?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9032211670039376153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=9032211670039376153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/9032211670039376153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/9032211670039376153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-can-recall-when.html' title='If You Can Recall When...'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1496223756165085601</id><published>2009-06-15T07:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:07:04.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A City Full Of Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SjW6BLQz-3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/cvRXQcn2G1c/s1600-h/putrajaya84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SjW6BLQz-3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/cvRXQcn2G1c/s400/putrajaya84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347384661938273138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day. I watched Channel News Asia just now and I saw this commercial where it doesn't sell a box of cereal nor a packet of low-fat milo like they used to. It sells a city. Iskandar Malaysia to be exact. Loads of people asked me before, where do I live. My usual answer would be 'JB'. But it would change soon. I'll say, 'Iskandar, Industrial Wing'. Ha3 Seriously, if you look at the plans on what they're going to do here in Iskandar, I'd figure you'd go aww in seconds. But, planning needs serious implementation. This theory applies on everything. So, I would suggest we wait until it reaches 97% progress to see if the plans worked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to quite a number of cities, home and foreign lands alike. I've read reviews. I've watched documentaries. With an exception to Dubai, the one city that never seems to fail to amaze me is Putrajaya. It pays to have a brilliant leader like Dr. Mahathir Mohamad. Who would know that one day, a place called Prang Besar (Massive War) would be the first Garden City in the world. You would have to use a calculator to count the times I've been there. But everytime I reach the relatively huge roundabout, jadi jakun macam tak pernah pergi and asik nak pergi each and every destination there is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putrajaya is a well planned city, having put there is Malaysia's Federal Government Administrative Centre which replaces Kuala Lumpur. For each sector, they would have different buildings. Residential units are available ranging from flats to bungalows. Situated there is the Prime Minister's office and residence. Within the Putrajaya border sits one of the best school in Malaysia, Sekolah Alam Shah which is the rival of Sekolah Seri Putri, an all girl elite school. You can find anything you want here except for the hustle and bustle of a city. For the whole 17.8 square mile area, it has only one shopping mall, Alamanda. Considering the target visitors are expats, the place would seem expensive and preposterous to some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike Putrajaya, other cities are very congested and noisy. The established ones that is. Kuala Lumpur for example, you would have to go to work at 4.00 am just to beat traffic. The only time you'd have peace is when Chinese New Year comes. New York on the other hand is just impossible. Even on the kerb you have the risk of being run over by a cab. Europe? Ah, the continent that indulge the flavour of history. Even Rome is crowded. London is a mixture of old and new, but doesn't really help the busy-ness of a city. Paris, the romance city, is not so romantic when you hear the honking and the sound of vehicles' engine. You'll find each city having the same problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't started with the Asian. But I think that's enough. What I'm saying is, wherever you are, how sophisticated the city is, there would be something not right somewhere. In his blog dated September 15th 2008, Dr. Mahathir once expressed regret for planning Putrajaya in such a way that it seems dead during the night. Whatever it is, appreciate what you have wherever you are. Nothing is perfect. You can plan but like I said, implementation is very important. However it is, I'm still very proud of what the country has achieved in such short time. Just maintain what there is so we can live in harmony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1496223756165085601?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1496223756165085601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1496223756165085601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1496223756165085601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1496223756165085601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/city-full-of-life.html' title='A City Full Of Life?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SjW6BLQz-3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/cvRXQcn2G1c/s72-c/putrajaya84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-3792951745867793343</id><published>2009-06-12T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:11:43.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value Of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>Good day. I have been away for quite a long time. I really fell apart yesterday upon seeing my result. Wasn't expecting it to be that bad but I've learnt to accept the fact. I suck at Arabic. Well, enough about it, I wanted to talk about something else. This morning I heard that the government is planning to increase the number of male teachers. How is that to be done? Increase incentives, yada yada yada. I used to wonder how these people get to know these information. I mean, the ones that involves petty stuff like this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I figured it out. The ministers don't have time to check each and every information given to him by his staff or how you call it? Subordinates? Ah yes whatever. So, he, or she, will listen to the important ones. Where does these subordinates get their infos? From the District Education Office. This flows to the school. The school's administration level would gather the data and send it to them. Sometimes, the PTA will set up a meeting and members will 'discuss' the problems and achievements that of the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for certain problems, that system is very effective. But I had to say one thing. What you're missing are the students themselves! Why in the name of God do you put aside the most important part in the education system? If you ask the administration level, yes they will say, 'Oh this teacher is good, come in class early and this and that,' The reality is way off the track that these Ministry people are going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that inflict the problem is that many look at the profession of teaching itself is regarded as the last resort by many. It's that when you need job security, or when your grades are not that great during SPM, you go to teaching. I'm not saying that every teacher undergo the same scenario, only that majority is like that. Don't go and tell me that I'm ignorant and all. I know what's going on. I have friends and teachers, loads of them, who tell me the same old story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When this happen, these 'teachers' would do their job without passion. Being a teacher today is not the same as it is in 1973. It's tiring. So to see that a teacher actually has ample time, is hilariously preposterous. You have a class at 10.25, and yet and 10.32 you're still at the teacher's lounge. Papers that should be marked, unmarked, and even if you get into class, the class would be a meaningless one. I wonder, how do these teachers sleep at night. And how do they withdraw their salary every month, the one that they don't deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a teacher, simply means that you need to teach. Yes, and there are task that you need to do for the school. But it pictures basically, teaching, and educating. How simple the words looked, but they brought a very great responsibility. You're responsible to transfer knowledge from the source to the students. It is a noble profession, as you hold the trust of hundreds of parents, and the future of the community, the country. No matter what colour your skin is, if you bear the name 'Teacher', I beg you, have conscience. Know that God is always watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humblest gratitude to all my teachers, as they did a very good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-3792951745867793343?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3792951745867793343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=3792951745867793343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3792951745867793343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3792951745867793343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/value-of-knowledge.html' title='The Value Of Knowledge'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8099889440025254211</id><published>2009-06-10T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:37:18.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Balik Cahaya</title><content type='html'>I like the name Iman. I think it's a unique name. You hear Siti or Anne or Amira a lot, but not Iman. I fancy that name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8099889440025254211?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8099889440025254211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8099889440025254211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8099889440025254211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8099889440025254211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/di-balik-cahaya.html' title='Di Balik Cahaya'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-9018672775925594592</id><published>2009-06-08T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:41:45.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just A Kid</title><content type='html'>That night was a very heart-wrenching one. How can someone do this to him? He's just a kid. No more than that. But the people around him, that matters the most to him, is now turning their backs against the poor boy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be a normal holiday trip. That morning he went swimming. He seldom did, when you think about it. He's relatively larger than other kids, so being only in swimming trunk and topless seems a bit embarrasing. Then his parents and he went for a drive around the city. H'es just a kid, so that was about it. A normal trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, everything went wrong. His mum went mad, throwing stuffs at his dad. World War II looked a bit cleaner. Luckily his sister was asleep. If not, things might get worse for both of them. Curses upon curses flew from both, blaming each other for not being who they ought to be. He thought, who's the adult and who's the kid at this point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He remained at the balcony. Being in that room felt like hell to him. How can this happened? What went wrong? He's just a kid. Nothing can make him understand more than what he should. Suddenly, everything went quite. His dad opened the sliding door that seperates the room and the balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I have to go. After we go home, I'm not going to live there anymore,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'But why? Why can't you stay with us?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Your mum doesn't want me to. I just can't. Look, I'll visit you once in a while,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'How often? When? Will you come inside?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I can't come inside,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Well how are you going to teach me stuffs on the computer?? Please come inside the house when you visit,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Okay2 I will, but I can't stay with you guys,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine how sad he was at that time. The people that he loved the most, are now on the brink of seperation. If only he can do something, anything. But that's it, he's just a kid. Trying to be normal but failing at each attempt. He can't imagine his life ahead. It must felt alone, he thought. But life must go on, for nothing should stop him from living. He was so tired that he fell asleep in the middle of the ongoing shouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, things started to cool down. His eyes are wet from the tears he shed. His dad was sitting at the corner of the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'What happen, mum?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I don't know. We're going back. Pack your stuff,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Is dad going away after this?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I don't know. He said he's going to change,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Means he's not going?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'I don't know,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went back that morning after. It's not an easy journey for all of them. But they certainly are trying. It happened a long time ago, but that boy hasn't forgot even a single second of that night. It haunted him many years afterwards. But he has learn to forgive. He doesn't blame anyone for what has happened. He just wanted someone to understand what he's gone through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This story is inspired by an episode from Oprah Winfrey Show. It's written based on a true story, told by a friend of a friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-9018672775925594592?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9018672775925594592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=9018672775925594592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/9018672775925594592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/9018672775925594592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/hes-just-kid.html' title='He&apos;s Just A Kid'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1496319509678160485</id><published>2009-06-08T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:38:26.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's Speech To The Muslim World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Good day. I’ve been reading this &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Berita Minggu &lt;/i&gt;newspaper and I saw one article that says about President Barrack Obama needed to review the policy of alliance with Israel. This is a follow-up from the historical speech made by the President of the Free World to the Muslim community throughout the globe. I watched that speech live through CNN. It was roughly 55 minutes. What I hoped from that speech does not come out actually.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I still remember when I know that the first black American was about to run for Presidential candidate. It was an interesting one as many ‘firsts’ were in that race. First woman, first Hispanic, oldest, and first African-American. No, I’m not being racist. That’s what they have reported, I’m just typing it back. So, it caught my eye. Clinton was never a tough fight for Obama actually. She focuses on women’s rights, and other policy that’s not so convincing if we put it side by side with Obama’s.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What Obama put in that Presidency race was hope. Hope to change the world. While McCain was busy fishing for vote by using a female running mate. Turn out, that lady has an internal problem with her family. While shouting for family policy, saying that family ties are important, her daughter is having fun at home, pregnant. Even though this looks like Obama was the clear winner, that’s not the reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;There are some policies introduced by Obama even before he’s the President-elect that’s bothering the people. Taxes policies for instance, bring relief for the poor community and fear for the riches. We have to accept the fact that in some part of America, the land of opportunity, there are still a community which does not want to have an African American to be their president, therefore, it is a problem which Barrack has to face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The day Obama won, my dad texted me the result. I was jumping like hell when he did. Why? I don’t even know. But maybe it’s because I was hearing one of the many histories that the world is carving. Well, that’s just the same with his speech on the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of June in Cairo. I do believe that it will be a start of something, be it anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Obama’s speech that day was just like a normal speech. The difference between that and the other is, that day he was speaking in front of an audience which Muslims are the majority. Next, the target was the large Muslim society of the world. Then, he was speaking at a foreign world, which he actually has the risks of being shot or blown off in a matter of seconds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The content of his speech, like I said, sounds familiar like the others. But, he should be praised for having the effort to do it. To at least have the initiative to fool us if he does not have the intention to realise his promises. A speech is just a speech to me. What’s important is the implementation afterwards. Like any others, this guy should be given the chance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘If we choose to be bound by the past, we will not move forward’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Barrack Hussein Obama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1496319509678160485?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1496319509678160485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1496319509678160485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1496319509678160485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1496319509678160485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/obamas-speech-to-muslim-world.html' title='Obama&apos;s Speech To The Muslim World'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1558652371546713946</id><published>2009-06-08T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:35:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Say I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Hello. I am at my kampong when I wrote this post. It really is a good experience, being in a place where I can’t access any connection with the World Wide Web. Well, as usual, I would sit with my family, hearing stories and sometimes interrupt. But today, I have something interesting to share. At least, the gist of our conversation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;How do we define marriage? Some cultures would say that marriage is just a form of formality to officiate that two souls are now together. Some says that marriage is a ceremony, to legalise sex between two people. Some sees it as a process which says that you are ready to commit to your better half. No matter how you define marriage, it should not be taken lightly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;In an Indian family, marriage is so sacred that a couple should have the blessing of both sides. No matter how much in love they are, a nod must be given by the family in order to further their relationship. For some, an arranged marriage will be done. This way, the child would have no choice but to marry the man/woman that the parents had chosen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;In contrast with that, western civilisation sees marriage in a lighter mood. No, not that they took the matter lightly, but rather in a cheerful manner. Love is put first. It is the couple who’s about to control their fate, not the parents. So, family doesn’t play much role in choosing their soul mate. But, I believe that they too feel the importance of family blessing before taking their relationship a step ahead, relatively speaking, marriage life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;As for the Malays, we have put some of this and thats. Therefore, the pros would cover the cons of each side. I’d say, however it is, it is a humungous matter to handle. But many took it lightly. Why? Because it’s easy to get more. Love is just a game, to them. That is why people are having problems relating to marriage at any given country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Ever heard of domestic violence? A guy would beat up the wife, rape her and force her to do many dreadful stuff. The lady would be considered as nothing, just a piece of meat. How can this happen? Any human has the same amount of dignity, pride and value as the others. But when love took over, whatever the man said, is a command to the wife. I condemn this act as when you take each other, both deserve the treatment of love, and compassion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What about adultery? I’m so sorry to say this but British movies and stories depict a lot of this despicable act in their society. I’m talking from experience. A’s wife is having an affair with B’s husband; C is having an affair with D’s daughter, so on and so forth. What happen to being faithful? Has the word commitment gone missing from the Oxford’s Dictionary? Pity the guy/lady who’s faithful to the other. They looked so stupid for staying so long with a person that does not even value them enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What about multiple marriages? Ha, this one is popular among the Malay community. It is true that it is sunnah to marry for women at one time, but it must be done accordingly. You have the wage of a factory worker, but a lust of a horse, that does not permit you to marry more than one time. If you have the power, the capability to do it, then it is okay. The consent of the wife/wives is important too. The result of which multiple marriages is done quietly is that World War III arises earlier before it is expected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;However it is, treat it as a holy process. It combines two soul to become one, and say that you are ready to have your life spent with your other half fully. Love is not a game. That’s why people are stressed to look carefully, so to choose the best person for them. But I believe, everyone has their own soul mate. So, to worry about not having one is unnecessary. Till next time.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1558652371546713946?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1558652371546713946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1558652371546713946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1558652371546713946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1558652371546713946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-say-i-do.html' title='I Must Say I Do'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2125864364204258987</id><published>2009-06-05T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:36:43.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time I Do This (2) Tagged By Syud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 11px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;18. He3 perasan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;3. At what age do you think you’ll get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;28?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not with anyone la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;5. If not, who do you want to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please let it be Scha. HA3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;6. Who will be your bridesmaid or your bestman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tarmizi would be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;7. Do you want a garden/ beach or traditional wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Garden. I'd like a few trees here and there with few birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;8. Where do you plan to go for honeymoon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Desaru. Tak boleh? Ok lah Paris..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;9. How many guest do you think you’ll invite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll invite the whole state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;10. Will that include your exes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Of course.. Datang ar kalau nak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;11. How many layers of cake do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cake? Ish Taknak lah. Can we have burgers instead? Wendy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;12. When do you want to get married? Morning or evening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Morning lor.. garden time evening creepy oke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;13. Name the song/tune you would like to play at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hm, suruh my wife pilih la eak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon/fork/ knife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;fine dining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;15. Champagne of red wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Urm, no2. My guest are driving. Ha3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ha3 next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;17. Money or household items?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Macam la korang tak kenal aku kan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;18. How many kids would you like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;19. Will your record your honeymoon in DVD and CD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hm.. Blue Ray Disc ar.. mesti ade quality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2125864364204258987?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2125864364204258987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2125864364204258987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2125864364204258987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2125864364204258987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-i-do-this-2-tagged-by-syud.html' title='It&apos;s Time I Do This (2) Tagged By Syud'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7252570465844586856</id><published>2009-06-04T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:38:04.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time I Do This. =) By Khatty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rules and regulation of the tag ; All 21 people must do unless you don't have a blog. Write the names of 21 friends you can think of in your head. And then answer the questions. Say you're guessing if you don't know, but at least guess on all of them. After doing this, tag your unlucky friends to do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Artiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Yanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Ghazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Tarmizi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Amirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Lee Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Syazninah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Ili Haya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Syud Lamry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Nigel Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Ramdhan Wardhian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Afiq Izhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Shushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Azrul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Suraya Halim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Sarah Halim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. Arif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. Sakinah Hafidz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20. Bulat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How do you meet 1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Form 4. Dread the day I met her. Ha3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What would you do if you and 15 had never met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nothing I guess. But Fas might say she's lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What would you do if 20 and 1 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'd laugh like hell. Lesbianism is not their thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you seen 17 cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope. Banyak ketawa ada lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would 4 and 16 make a good couple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He3 won't bet on it. I'd rather see them just as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think 11 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11? Attaractive?? HA3 please don't let him read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's 2 favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just now. Haish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What language does 8 speak ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;English, bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who is 13 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Right now? Not sure. He's a partay guy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would you ever date 17 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If her bf allowed her to, why not?? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where does 18 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ampang, kot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is the best thing about 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He's my bestmate since I was 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What would you like to tell 10 right now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All the best for your uni life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is the best thing about 20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Selalu aku buli kau kan Bulat?? Kan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever kiss 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh come on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is the best memory you have of 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Playing around during science in the lab. Syok giler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When's the next time you're going to see 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Next week kot. Depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How is 7 different from 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 needs my help right now while 7 always help me to smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is 2 pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't judge my bestfriend usually but, yeah she is.. dah xyah kembang weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What was your 1st impression of 15?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sangat baik dan senyap. Very timid but smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How did you meet 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At school. Standard 1. Kemut sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is 2 until 21 is your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everyone is my good friend. Yeah I know x jawab soalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you love 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course. Sayang kau lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you seen 18 in the last month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes. Nak jumpa u lagi weh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When was the last time you saw 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last thursday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you been to 5's house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pernah. Semalam. Ha3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When's the next time you'll see 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dear God I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;29. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you close to 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah. Thanx to sorang hamba Allah tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you been to the movies with 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Come to think of it, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Have you gotten in trouble with 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Selalu. sory sayang. hu3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;32. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Would you give 19 a hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hm.... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;33. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When have you lied to 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Baru 3 ari lepas. he3 sory bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;34.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Is 11 good at socializing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A big NNNNOOOOO for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;35. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's the best thing about your friendship with 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ha3 banyak berjalan and exchanging diet tips! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;36.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Has 1 met your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My mum. She's her student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;37. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How did you meet 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In class. First day of school of form 4. dah tanye kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;38. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Entah eak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;39. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you live close to 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have to cross two states to go to her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is 16 favourite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tak pasti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What kind of car does 1 have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kereta yang Barbie naik tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;42. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you traveled anywhere with 12?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yup. To JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;43.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; If you give 1 a RM100, What would she spend it on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Food, food, food, and food. Did I mention food??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 87%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-7252570465844586856?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7252570465844586856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7252570465844586856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7252570465844586856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7252570465844586856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-time-i-do-this.html' title='It&apos;s Time I Do This. =) By Khatty'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8700185958158756399</id><published>2009-06-04T07:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:37:17.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now There's A Good Sport</title><content type='html'>Hello. Just now, I was listening to Kieran and Seelan Paul babbling about some football stuff. It's obvious that Kieran is with Man U and Seelan siding Liverpool. I don't really know anyone who would go for Aston Villa. Or maybe Sunderland, or even Hull City. Yeah. Because all of them suck. For the rest of the world, Barclay Premier League has only around five to six football clubs. The rest are just bozos playing balls to give this 'real' clubs some 'real' training.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the time when I really enjoyed watching golf. Guess which player I'm a fan of? Ha3 tak payah lah. Aku minat Tiger Woods lah. Ooo big surprise. But everyone seems to be swinging the club with one arm. I liked, no, loved the chip Woods made during the Masters Tournament in 2005. If there's a word to describe something more than fantasticly marvelous, I'll use it to describe that shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the same with tennis. Everyone was so madly in love with Agassi during his time. And even Navratilova during hers. Now it's Kutsnetsova. Or the Williams sisters. They don't like them because of the stupid (or maybe it helps?) groan during the game, but they rather like the style of the playing itself. Don't ask me about Sharapova, though. She's a different story. No2, she's good, don't get mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about boxing? Yeah.. Someone told me, when he was young, Muhammad Ali was the king. Whenever there's a match and he's in it, it's as if the town had died. Everyone is glued to the TV set. School session stopped for a while, and even workplace would have breaks. Whether it is true or not, I don't know, but that's what I was told. People love him because of his achievements. Not because he's black. And definitely not because his boxing shorts are trendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For each sports, there will be a favourite, an icon which represents the game itself. For baseball, there's Yankees. For Malaysian badminton, Datuk Lee Chong Wei. For F1, it used to be Schumacher. Whatever it is, sports are leisure for some, life for the elite. For the others who're just spectators, it's just another game. Fans, would die to see their favourites win. Let's just hope nobody does, as to me, it's useless to bark on other dog's bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8700185958158756399?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8700185958158756399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8700185958158756399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8700185958158756399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8700185958158756399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-theres-good-sport.html' title='Now There&apos;s A Good Sport'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6421517584624960738</id><published>2009-06-02T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:28:38.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From One To The Other</title><content type='html'>Hello. I had plans tomorrow. I'm going out with a bunch of my friends to City Square. Yeah, actually I'm meeting Tiah over there, but I'm taking this opportunity to bring along my old friends so that I don't have to go out a few million times to actually meet all my friends. Turn out, tomorrow is the last day before Myvi's road tax expired. I've forgotten that May had already closed it's curtain. So, my dad was like,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 'Balik before 12 AM tomorrow or I'll call the police,'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ha3 well I've only been home after 12 for a few times. It's just that, I don't find anything fun outside after that time. Yeah, living in Pasir Gudang is just like living in some boring neighbourhood of Napa. No offense, Napa folks. So I don't see the point of having a night out after midnight. Unless we're in JB, then it's another story. But as a few million people knew, JB is 30 minutes drive from Pasir Gudang, so what the **** right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other thing is, my parents had always been monitoring my movements since I was a baby. Where I go, what I do, what I say is all controlled. I'm not saying it in a bad way. But that's the fact. So I'm trained not to go out at night, not to do this nor that. My environment is a controlled one. Many would say something and I know what it is but, it's just the way it is. So I accepted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But when I entered my secondary education level, it kinda change bit by bit. By then, I know that there are teenagers who drinks, who smoke, and had sex. Yeah, I know, pathetic huh? Before that I thought the worst would be having a fist fight with a teacher. From there I get to know many people with loads of colours. Smokers, drinkers, and those who just wanna have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care about smoking. What worries me is that many of my acquaintance drinks. Call me a traditionalist but I just can't accept it. Few of my friends did, and still do but I can't change them, so be it. Who am I to tell them to stop. But I can say this. Drinking will lead to drunkenness. When you're drunk, you don't know what you're doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've a story. Yes, another one. It's from a TV show where you call the guy at the show to give feedback. One night, a girl called, sobbing. Here's what she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My dad is a businessman and my mum is never at home. So we (my brother and I) will organise a party every week. Friends would come and liquor are served. When midnight comes, we would get ourselves a partner and go to bed. Usually, we were drunk so we don't even know who our partner is. It's just for the fun of doing it. The fun ended when one day, I woke up and found out that my brother was the one who had sex with me. I can't even look at my brother after that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, I don't know about you, but that's just sad. Sick, and sad. How could you actually end up that way? Regret is all you can do. The road less taken might be boring, but the end would be not quite sad. You cant rewind time and undo stuff. What we can do is prevent. How? Stay away from all the factors. A long journey lays ahead. Why shorten it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6421517584624960738?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6421517584624960738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6421517584624960738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6421517584624960738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6421517584624960738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-one-to-other.html' title='From One To The Other'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6071528511759722205</id><published>2009-06-01T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:43:28.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SiP3ATaQSqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcWUZcvDoIA/s1600-h/adult.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SiP3ATaQSqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcWUZcvDoIA/s400/adult.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342385167573994146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats what I call &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6071528511759722205?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6071528511759722205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6071528511759722205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6071528511759722205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6071528511759722205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-thats-what-i-call-parenting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SiP3ATaQSqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcWUZcvDoIA/s72-c/adult.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-171449502002178034</id><published>2009-05-31T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:38:59.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Turn Back</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(82, 80, 80); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;p class="abstract" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;LAST Tuesday, Deputy Prime Minister and Education Minister Tan Sri Muhyiddin Yassin met seven Chinese educationist groups who want the teaching of Mathematics and Science in Chinese primary schools to be reverted to the Chinese language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align="right" cellspacing="3" cellpadding="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The Chinese educationists have been rather unhappy since the English for Teaching Mathematics and Science (ETeMS) policy was first announced by the former prime minister, Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad, on May 10, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them, there is no valid reason for the implementation of ETeMS to be extended to Chinese primary schools when the first switch from teaching Maths and Science in English to Bahasa Malaysia in the late 1970s involved only the national schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese educationists have many reasons for opposing ETeMS, but to my mind, their main concern is actually this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the two subjects are taught in English, that spells the beginning of the end of Chinese primary schools in this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Apart from China, Taiwan and Hong Kong, Malaysia is the only other country which has the Chinese language as the medium of instruction in Chinese primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suspect that if the ETeMS policy is implemented, there would come a day when non-Chinese-educated teachers will be roped in to teach Maths and Science in English in Chinese primary schools, thereby changing the character of the schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them, this is an insidious attempt to do away with vernacular Chinese schools in this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent, such a fear is not unfounded. Before independence, the British administrators in the 1951 Barnes Report had wanted to abolish the vernacular schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 1960 Abdul Rahman Talib Report also brought about the new Education Act 1961, which contained the infamous Section 21(2) (now repealed) empowering the minister to convert any national-type vernacular primary school to a national primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Chinese, education is the issue most dear to their hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It often evokes strong emotion and passion in the Chinese community, and it is said that any political party which attends to the educational needs of the community will win their hearts and minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, any Chinese- based political party which advocates the closure of these schools will only be committing political suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, more than 90 per cent of Chinese pupils study in Chinese primary schools, and close to 90 per cent of them also move on to national secondary schools after their primary education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the educationists and Chinese-based political parties have failed to address since independence is the high drop-out rate among Chinese youths who are unable to cope with the switch to English or Bahasa Malaysia at the national secondary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of thousands of them also cease having further education after Form 5 due to their poor academic performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, many of them end up with blue-collar jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is novel that Chinese children in this country get to learn about their heritage and culture at primary school, it is really a sad thing if later thousands of them are unable to cope with their studies at the national secondary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must realise that having a good command of the Chinese language is not sufficient in this globalised world. This is evident in China these days where millions of youths are trying all sorts of ways to learn and become proficient in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, learning Maths and Science in English in primary schools will help those pupils who later switch to national secondary schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also increases their proficiency in English because, for example, if the students end up in the Science stream, they will be studying most of the subjects in English as all the Maths and Science subjects -- General Maths, Additional Maths, General Science, Chemistry, Physics and Biology are taught in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(82, 80, 80); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(82, 80, 80); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;This is an excerpt of an article written by Roger Tan, a senior lawyer. I think everyone should read this, especially the Malays. What Mr. Tan said is true. Why revert? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-171449502002178034?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/171449502002178034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=171449502002178034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/171449502002178034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/171449502002178034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-turn-back.html' title='Never Turn Back'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6260473093947027821</id><published>2009-05-31T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:23:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SiH4HuUUTkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hdTEDDGpJE8/s1600-h/insidepix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SiH4HuUUTkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hdTEDDGpJE8/s400/insidepix1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341823444614139458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha3 this pic is the best! To all smokers, I know you guys are hard to put some sense into, but at least enjoy this poster. If I can give stars for it, its 1098 out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6260473093947027821?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6260473093947027821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6260473093947027821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6260473093947027821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6260473093947027821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-my-day.html' title='Make My Day'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SiH4HuUUTkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/hdTEDDGpJE8/s72-c/insidepix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4012040879453941330</id><published>2009-05-30T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:39:10.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What An Animal</title><content type='html'>How inhumane can someone be? I don't understand how someone can be so heartless when even an animal can cry over a dead offspring. Since you're a baby, both mother and father had a great hope, that someday, the child would be a somebody. But what actually went wrong? Genetic might be the answer. The other would be the surrounding factors. Whatever it is, we are humans, so we should act like one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a story to tell. There's this lady, lets just call her S. See, like many Malaysians, she struggles to keep her life going. She had two daughters. Like I said, life is not a bed of roses for her. So she had to do something to survive. A husband she has. But we have to understand that everyone has their own problems. So she decided to open up a stall in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was fine at first, but then something went wrong. The authorities came and asked her whether she has a license or not. Telling them the truth, she had to face the fact that she has to close the stall. But, like any other situation, she has a way out. Pay the man in charge, and she's off the hook. See, one tick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the authorities will come again, and again, and again. The man will come everyday to disturb this lady. Everyday, a sum of money would be paid, in return the man would let her away. Then, that sum of money is not enough. He wants more. But she doesn't have enough. So the guy sent her away. Not only that, the food was thrown away, in front of her very own eyes. All the things that she did goes down the drain, literally. Tick number two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn out, there was this other lady, who open up another stall who was reporting about S to the authorities. She doesn't want any competition, so she kill her competitor. One of the way is to use the authority. Not only that, this lady would tell her customer that S's food is contaminated, and spoilt. Hm, tick, tick, tick and tick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a true story. Okay maybe I add up here and there but 99.9% of it is true. How can you sleep at night knowing that you're making other people's life miserable? This is what's happening throughout the whole country. Even if you have to do your job, why do it in the most despicable way? God is watching. Be honest. One day, you'll get what you deserve. Help others to help yourself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-4012040879453941330?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4012040879453941330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4012040879453941330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4012040879453941330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4012040879453941330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-animala.html' title='What An Animal'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1532593636030057202</id><published>2009-05-30T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:58:03.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup Sebelum Mati</title><content type='html'>Hello. I started my day with something that's not quite jolly. On my way to JB I heard that my dad's friend or my friend's dad passed away. I hesitated at first to go and pay the family a visit, but in the end I did. I knew this friend of mine since standard two. Considering that she's an old friend of mine, I think I should visit her. Trust me, I have my reasons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Moving on to the topic that I really want to talk about. As a muslim, we all know that solat is the main pillar of Islam. It's the medium for us to communicate with God, and to show our devotion, our loyalty to Allah. The reward for performing solat is so great that the benefit does not only come after our soul departs from our body, but it's right here, when we're still alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, it actually is a form of exercise when you look at it. I mean, yeah, first we have the takbiratul ihram, which is the raising of both our hands at the beginning of the solat. Then we do the ruku', sujud, and this is performed several times, with each round is called as one rakaat. It's not tiring, but trust me, you'll burn a few calories for doing this. Better than nothing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the act of sujud itself has it's own benefit. See, blood flows through the whole body. Where the parts which blood flows much more, that place is considered active, healthy and will function better. During sujud, blood flows much more to the brain. A brain which has a much better blood flow not only can function well, but even better than those with less. With this, it will allow humans to make decisions and receive information better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, body postures in solat can also cure a few medical situations. As an example, backpains. If you go and see the doctor, you'll find that the exercise that the doctors advice you to do resembles the ones you do in solat. A study has shown that a solat therapy, which highlights the act of 90 degrees ruku' , would ease backpain. This clearly shows that solat also has benefits in regards to medical problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, it is rewarding to perform solat. It's one way to communicate with Allah. We have to admit, we can't do anything alone. We need God. In order to do that, we must ask. Ask, and do what He actually requires us to do. It's a give and take situation with our Maker. We must believe that we're promised Heaven when we do it. When happy, in time of desperation, or even in pain,  He's there. Reach out to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1532593636030057202?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1532593636030057202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1532593636030057202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1532593636030057202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1532593636030057202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/hidup-sebelum-mati.html' title='Hidup Sebelum Mati'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-2834671591831978390</id><published>2009-05-29T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:12:13.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/terminator-salvation-poster_370x491.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 491px;" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/terminator-salvation-poster_370x491.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who hasn't watch this movie yet, I'd advice you not to. But if you guys wanted to see why, waste RM 11 and kill one hour and 45 minutes, go and storm your nearest cinema. It's boring, and dragging. I waited for some war scene but it's obvious, this is a movie for sissies. The Governer did came out, but it seems so CG-ish. I should've watched Night At The Museum 2, at least I'll laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-2834671591831978390?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/2834671591831978390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=2834671591831978390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2834671591831978390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/2834671591831978390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-anyone-who-hasnt-watch-this-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8778861611094417134</id><published>2009-05-28T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:05:13.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Man United?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sh4NXlsi0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lbsT26oNoOQ/s1600-h/a6cc77bd1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sh4NXlsi0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lbsT26oNoOQ/s400/a6cc77bd1236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340720907015082402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My condolence to the fans of Man United. But it's predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're lousy this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8778861611094417134?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8778861611094417134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8778861611094417134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8778861611094417134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8778861611094417134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/glory-man-united.html' title='Glory Man United?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sh4NXlsi0aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lbsT26oNoOQ/s72-c/a6cc77bd1236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5409122171491087219</id><published>2009-05-28T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:08:08.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Fall In Love</title><content type='html'>Good day. I may have read this post out of emotion but that is just one part of me when I'm writing. When I write, I study my subject first, so that at least I'm 100% sure that it is true. To hell for those who thinks it that the content is incorrect, because I know I'm not stupid. Educating is my passion, so educate I will.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to the real topic of the day. What is it with people and love? Some people are happy, some people went crazy, some people are sad, the others are just playing along. What is love actually? I am talking about the love you give to other people okay? Don't be subjective with me today. This is the love Cupid's hired for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, do we even know where love comes from? The world population agrees that it is generated from the heart. Ya, last time I checked, the heart pumps blood throughout the body. Ventricals, aorta, atriums and vena cava. Though I 'left' the heart topic (biologically) I still remember those stuff. It doesn't secretes these things people call 'butterfly' to the stomach.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so where does it comes from? Well, as quoted by Lara Kallich;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First of all, it seems to be widely agreed amongst biologists who study the subject that love is an essential part of human functioning. Dr. Arthur Janov, author of The Biology of Love, brings up a developmental fact essential to understanding this point: "The right hemisphere, which is larger than the left, is the site of feelings and emotions and of holistic, global thinking. Thoughts, planning, and concepts are the domain of the left hemisphere. The right brain is largely mature at the second year of life; the left brain is only beginning its maturation at that time. Feelings pre-date thoughts. In terms of evolution we are feeling beings long before we are thinking ones." Furthermore, it has been shown that neglect, or lack of love, has a serious impact on human ability to survive and develop properly. Dr. Janov notes that infants who are neglected have brains that are significantly different from normal brains: the number of stress-hormone receptors, for example, are much lower in the brain of a neglected infant, which entails a higher level of stress - and therefore unhappiness - in that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology, as of this point in time, has successfully determined what processes exactly occur in the brain when one loves another person. However, there are studies that have been done that show some interesting correlations. Dr. Helen Fisher posits a dramatic increase in the amount of dopamine and norepinephrine present in the brain when one first becomes infatuated with another person, which would account for the feelings of euphoria, giddiness and so on that one would experience at that point. Another study showed that, in the brains of people who had recently fallen in love, serotonin levels were significantly higher than those in the brains of the control group. Yet another study demonstrated the possibility of a correlation between the ability of adults to bond emotionally with one another and the presence of the hormone oxytocin, which is normally associated with human reproductive processes such as lactation and, interestingly, male and female orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 17px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Therefore, I would say that it's all in our head. The brain controls everything, including our feelings. I'm not saying this in a negative way, just that to answer one of my friends question, which is where does love comes from. Under normal circumstances I would answer it in a lovey dovey manner, but this time, it's time to face the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, what people see in love is quite limited, especially those who are still in their school bench. With love comes responsibility, trust, and commitment. That is why student's are not encourage to venture love deeply, as it's a burden for them, seeing that they have another big topic to cover, which is EDUCATION. Maybe parents think that their chilren cannot handle both, therefore its better for them to pick the better option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it's not wrong to go into it. It's just you have to be careful, and do not meddle with it. It's like your playing with fire. Don't make it burst into flames if you don't plan to get a 2nd degree burn. Control. Life is way ahead of you. There are loads of people to meet. How come you're sure you've found the right one when you only knew the person for a few month? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm telling this to myself first, then it's for the others. Some people might say that this is the result of some sad guy who rants about not being loved. Ha3 I always think of it this way. I know I am happy today, tomorrow, and for many years ahead. Love is a gift which I have yet to receive. For now, I'll just enjoy myself, with my friends. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5409122171491087219?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5409122171491087219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5409122171491087219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5409122171491087219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5409122171491087219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='When I Fall In Love'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1968249701818788528</id><published>2009-05-25T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:10:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always Two Sides On A Coin</title><content type='html'>Religion. The oldest issue a man can debate about, next to science. Perception about it has never changed. It is seen as something that is restrictive, something that pulls back the thought of living. That is where some people are wrong. Well, that's where most people are wrong. Because the thought of having a religion comes along with the mindset of having to give your soul to God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, your soul does belong to God. So does everything else in the world. But do not see it from a negative perspective. I mean, yeah, don't. Whenever we talk about religion, the air seems to be cold and serious. I mean, come on.. There's a reason God made us funny. We can laugh actually. But there is a limit to everything right? Including our ability to stretch our mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassius Clay, when his name was changed to Muhammad Ali, was the follower of Nation of Islam which was found by Elijah Muhammad. Nation of Islam is actually a belief which adopt the name 'Islam' and use some of it's teaching as a guide. The followers does not fast in the month of Ramadhan and does not perform solat, two out of the five main pillars of Islam. Until recently, the followers, including Muhammad Ali follow what they call 'the teaching of orthodox Islam'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, when something is of the original, when something promotes a lifestyle which includes God in it, it is called orthodox. This problem occurs a lot in Islam. The followers look at it only in a single dimension. They are rigid. When talk about it, you cannot even crack a single joke. Smiling is seen as thinking of the matter lightly. Everyone must be morose when in a religious class. Why does this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody ever wanted to see a guy in a suit performing the solat. When a lady is in a bright outfit, she's said to be showing off, being off the track of Islam. This is so saddening. How can someone be so narrow minded. It has to be set that Islam is hand in hand with progression. It is a religion that moves along with globalisation. It does not change according to the surrounding, but the teaching adapts and is there for all eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must change our mindset so that religion is not seen as something that is traditional. Maybe some of it is but most of it are not. It shares with you a gift, a gift of faith. To believe that life has a purpose, a meaning. Your kindness today will be rewarded by Him in the hereafter. You just need to believe, that God is the one who move the world, thus allowing globalisation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1968249701818788528?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1968249701818788528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1968249701818788528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1968249701818788528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1968249701818788528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-always-two-sides-on-coin.html' title='There&apos;s Always Two Sides On A Coin'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7211113529438648431</id><published>2009-05-24T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:33:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Please!</title><content type='html'>One day, God just installed His new gadget. Anywhere He go, He'll get prayers from His creations. It's so advanced He can monitor it from where and who the prayers are from. So He switched on the device. Boom. Millions of prayers came pouring in from all over the world. He's so happy to see that many are contacting him. He reads the first one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From : Malina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Location : Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Content : God, I hate this Richard guy. Please, I pray to you, get rid of him for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, okay, He thought. Then He went on to read the second prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Location : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beijing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Content : I seriously think you should take Richard's life. He's a damn (forgive my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;) ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right... He continues reading the next prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From : Barrack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Location : White House, United States of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Content : God, I am praying for a few billion souls here in America. Please consider taking Richard to hell. I believe he is doing more harm than good to the citizens of Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God read this, He checked a few million others and the contents are almost the same. So He considered granting their prayers and send Richard to Hell. Soon enough, He received billions and billions of prayers, praising and expressing gratitude towards Him. He's so pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks later, he received another prayer. There's something special about it. A first-timer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From : Lucifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Location : Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Content : God, I know this is the first time but I'm begging you. Please get Richard out of here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-7211113529438648431?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7211113529438648431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7211113529438648431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7211113529438648431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7211113529438648431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-please.html' title='God, Please!'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-8643061947562403656</id><published>2009-05-24T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:52:16.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Do To Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/ShjSU7vndfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uykuGQeBKFQ/s1600-h/kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/ShjSU7vndfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uykuGQeBKFQ/s400/kris-allen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339248615324349938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings. It has come to my attention that the world's number one reality TV singing show, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol &lt;/span&gt;has another winner. Kris Allen. Right? I don't actually follow the show but yeah, his news are massive. Why do I care enough to write about it? Well, firstly it's because I heard that he sucks. Good voice, yeah, but heard better. Good looking, uhuh, but seen handsome-er. What's wrong with you people? It's just a TV show! Why is the whole world treating it with such attention that even global warming is just another sideline story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You voted, you complain. You watch, you didn't vote, and you complain. You don't watch, you don't complain, the world is a better place to live. These are the thing that Simon Fuller wants. Unnecessary attention from all over the world. It's just gimmick done by those who scraps billions from the votes Americans casted. Boom. Allen won. Boom again. The world press disagrees. Sometimes it's funny to see people being so gullible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's the problem with voting. It's only a matter of popularity. If the guy is hot enough, then he's the winner. There's no need for controversies because, what's the point? Take the Asian Idol for example. Even Dalai Lama knew that Hady Mirza is just another hot guy on the block. I can spot any talent better than him in 0.00012 second. And yet people voted for him. The reason is obvious. The world population is just not mature enough to vote according to talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another problem with it is that it gives space for bribery. I believe that many are still choosing not because of their confidence in the winner. The candidate (I'm talking about TV shows and others, so don't judge me), when they're desperate to get the thing they're contesting for, will give away 'services'. I'm not accusing, it's a matter of possibility. It's the same as when you're with your probable in-laws. To get the 'vote' from the family, this guy would do anything. Suddenly he has wings with some round thingy over the head, lights everywhere and complete five times a day prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as a perfect system in this world. But we can try to improve. Maybe the system is okay. But the problems start with our mentality. Copernicus just called. The universe does not revolve around the screen you called Bravia or whatnot. Leave it for a while, and you'll see that there are more things in life than television. Like, internet for example. He3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-8643061947562403656?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/8643061947562403656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=8643061947562403656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8643061947562403656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/8643061947562403656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-do-to-win.html' title='Things I Do To Win'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/ShjSU7vndfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uykuGQeBKFQ/s72-c/kris-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4844003028789780832</id><published>2009-05-21T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:10:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Boredom Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/ShTGGWMAzJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X9ArVjLO8Qk/s1600-h/eye-on-melaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/ShTGGWMAzJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X9ArVjLO8Qk/s400/eye-on-melaka.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338109270678359186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to propose one thing. Lets have a Ferris Wheel in Masai. We'll call it, MAS-Eye. Yeah. I think it can boost our tourism sector here in Iskandar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-4844003028789780832?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4844003028789780832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4844003028789780832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4844003028789780832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4844003028789780832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-boredom-strikes_21.html' title='When Boredom Strikes'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/ShTGGWMAzJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/X9ArVjLO8Qk/s72-c/eye-on-melaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6236534858091790013</id><published>2009-05-20T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:58:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Manners. That's All You Have</title><content type='html'>Hello. How I miss writing here. But I must say that I have writer's block. Ha3 so much for it. I just don't know what to write. But this morning I went to Amway's factory here in JB. I was suppose to go there yesterday but something came up, as usual. So there I go. And oh ya, it was like 4 years ago since I last went there so I can't find the damn huge building. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside, I was expecting a few smiling people but a hope is just hope. Everyone was like running here and there as if they're in a race to pick up orders. Stupid right? What's the point of running? You'll still get the stupid parcel. Well, as if the staff are not rude enough, the guy behind the counter made my day worse. I don't know the damn ADA number for my parents, so dah la kan? Kena marah pulak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, these people depended on their jobs to keep them alive. One jobless day would mean they'll have to sit at the roadside begging for food. So why not doing your job with a smile? Or a manner would be so fine. They act as if we're nuisance. If we're not there, they're not going to have anything to eat! I wouldn't mind if you drive a Benz but it's just a stupid Proton! Wake up stupid! You need customers to keep breathing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, who you are doesn't matter. It's how you bring yourself. Even if you're a big shot football player, if your manner sucks, nobody will look up to you. The thing is, everybody needs each other. Disregarding your gender, race or nationality, you won't survive alone. It's such a basic knowledge but nobody seems to take the effort to understand it. One more thing, even if you don't like what you do, think optimistically. You'd die if you don't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6236534858091790013?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6236534858091790013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6236534858091790013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6236534858091790013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6236534858091790013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-your-manners-thats-all-you-have.html' title='Mind Your Manners. That&apos;s All You Have'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-4251641685461355062</id><published>2009-05-15T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:01:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Walked Down The Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sg2RWwpWI-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf3Qh6jAuVs/s1600-h/IMG_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sg2RWwpWI-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf3Qh6jAuVs/s320/IMG_0972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080953705374690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The boys dormitory at Nudgee College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Australia. I really do. I miss my walk along the beachfront at Sandgate. I miss my rides at Dreamworld in Gold Coast. I definitely miss the the kids at the Limbach's. I wish I can be there right now. Well, we can't get everything that we wanted huh? Yeah I guess so. I've been having that all week. &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/6119880327254873093-4251641685461355062?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/4251641685461355062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=4251641685461355062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4251641685461355062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/4251641685461355062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-walked-down-memory-lane.html' title='I&apos;ve Walked Down The Memory Lane'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sg2RWwpWI-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf3Qh6jAuVs/s72-c/IMG_0972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5122068870973374322</id><published>2009-05-14T21:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:04:18.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Fire Meets Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just went back from the movies to watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels And Demons&lt;/span&gt;. All I can say is, good heavens it was awesome!!!!!! I am so thanking God for not allowing me to finish the book. I mean it would be a very dull movie if I did. I was sitting like a 14 year old schoolgirl with a pad throughout the whole movie. I don't know why but somehow I am so excited to discover the history and mystery  that they unravel during the 2 hour show. It's fast pace, just like the other movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fascinated by what the movie is about. The conflict between science and religion. I know that a friend of mine already covered this topic but I must say, it is very important for us to understand both their roles. That is why this movie came to the silver screen. Because the guys from the past didn't want to understand it.  I think they do but they refuse to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, this group of scientist went on and did some research on anything they are curious of. Then what happen? They found out their research resulted in conflicting facts with the ones given by the church. With that, they began to question the credibility of the church. These church people on the other hand don't want to lose their followers, therefore they had accused the scientist as being misguided. Well, I put it as polite as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These scientist form a group called the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Illuminati&lt;/span&gt;, 'The Enlightened Ones'. With that, the church hunt the Illuminati and killed them. At first, Illuminati was just like a science club. But when the church had gone barbaric, they had to fight back for survival. Hm, what do the term those lawyers use? An act of defense? Ha that kind of thing. So that explains the age-old rivalry between the two. The church siding the religion and the scientist siding the, well, science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what happens when these two great forces, science and religion, clashes? Well, they actually complete each other. Science explains religion and same goes the other way. I don't understand why they say that exploring science further will bring you away from God. To me, science is actually God's way of explaining His miracles. It's like his blueprint or somekind. So, there is no question of clashing or anything, because both needs each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a man of God (which anyone can be) explore science, I believe that he actually strenghtens his faith towards Him. It does not mean you're abandoning science when you go to the mosque or church or temple or anywhere. Religion is everything but unprogressive. It's just that you have to deeply understand both. And oh ya, I think we need to have a great faith in our own religion first when we watch A&amp;amp;D. The movie really puts it to the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5122068870973374322?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5122068870973374322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5122068870973374322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5122068870973374322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5122068870973374322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-fire-meets-fire.html' title='When Fire Meets Fire'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6320381634206967418</id><published>2009-05-13T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:46:15.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Was In The Shadow</title><content type='html'>Tommorow is the release date for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels And Demons &lt;/span&gt;in Malaysia. I have got to watch it. I have the book, but only got the chance to read half of it. Looking at the other side of the coin, I will have the gift of suspense. So yeah, I'm really excited about it. I read all three other books written by Dan Brown. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Vinci Code &lt;/span&gt;was quite good. The movie, I mean. Most of the books have quite a number of studies in religion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout history, the one thing that really change the world is actually religion. No matter what the activity is, religion will tag along. Let's just look at the coming of Islam to the IndoChina. What written was that the Arab traders came to Malacca on the way to China. The first intention was to sell stuff there but later on they were spreading the teachings of Islam. And soon enough, Islam affects the way of life of the people there. It's because religion IS a way of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birth of Buddhism is the result of Siddharta Gautama being 'awakened' after being born a Hindu. He sees that Hinduism is just not it. So he left the palace to meditate. Yeah, that's what he did. This is when Siddharta discovered that he is a whole different person. After that, he travelled for years to spread his words. Words that was considered very peaceful at that time as Hindu was somehow seen as cruel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we say the name Constantine, we will know that he is the Roman emperor who is responsible for having almost everyone in his kingdom to practice Christianity. I would say that his technique is very good. Well, under normal circumstances, we can't even ask our own sister to do the chores. But this guy, he's good. Ha3 The thing is, he himself was Pagan. Yup, only when he was on his deathbed that he was baptised. It's like, you have a diabetes but you can tell someone to watch their sugar intake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can be concluded is that religion actually is very effective when you're in the dark. Whatever the religion is, when you're introduced with a faith, it will come seeping into you like water with sponge. That's what happen during those time. That's why the mass spreading of religion occured during the early stage of civilisation. No matter how high you are, faith is something vital. It keeps you going in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6320381634206967418?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6320381634206967418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6320381634206967418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6320381634206967418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6320381634206967418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-life-was-in-shadow.html' title='When Life Was In The Shadow'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5792408414750444709</id><published>2009-05-13T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:18:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Must We Go Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sgo2XrzIpgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/50mVz69Aqo4/s1600-h/italy-venice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sgo2XrzIpgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/50mVz69Aqo4/s400/italy-venice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335136489095865858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice. Ah.. That's just a nice view isn't it. Yeah. But I laughed when I heard that it's not as pretty as it is always pictured. The view is romantic, but the smell is horrendous. Ha3 I just want to say that not everything that's 'over the sea' is pretty. This is an answer to the Dulux billboard. The moon is just as bright here as it is abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5792408414750444709?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5792408414750444709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5792408414750444709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5792408414750444709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5792408414750444709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-must-we-go-out.html' title='Why Must We Go Out?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/Sgo2XrzIpgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/50mVz69Aqo4/s72-c/italy-venice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-9087034687649276513</id><published>2009-05-12T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:25:49.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minah Ini Crazee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/l_592055217b864d448c50cb050d6946df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/l_592055217b864d448c50cb050d6946df.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/l_592055217b864d448c50cb050d6946df.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to admit, today has been very glum for me. The mood was sombre. Yeah. I don't think I need to say why. I just think you might figure out. Well I know I shouldn't brag about my moody-ness to anyone but I just had to tell Tiah. She knows how to comfort me. Ha3 Yeah I never thought I can smile just by texting her but I had a big grin on my face when she sent me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Its jz a m0nth. U cant tell if its l0ve 0 n0t. Dun w0rry. U wil m0ve 0n very quickly. Bcz shes just ur flav0ur 0f d m0nth.:-D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha3 Yeah. Well, moving on to a different story. I was about to give my dear Nokia E90 a new housing. But the damn thing costs like, RM330! It's not like I don't have the money but I just don't think it's worth to spend that much of money at the moment. Maybe in 6 months time, but not today honey. I'd rather having you scratched than scrathing my ATM card.&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/6119880327254873093-9087034687649276513?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/9087034687649276513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=9087034687649276513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/9087034687649276513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/9087034687649276513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-to-admit-today-has-been-very.html' title='Minah Ini Crazee'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-104443716108384034</id><published>2009-05-12T07:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:59:09.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jatuhnya Seorang Pejuang</title><content type='html'>Pilu melanda hatinya sewaktu cahaya timbul sepanjang ufuk, menandakan tibanya kedatangan sang pagi. Sepilu bulan hendak meninggalkan langit, pilu lagi perasaan yang terbenam di benaknya. Merah darah di sekeliling menyala, berkilau memantul sinar matahari. Pedang terpacak sergam, bersama timbunan mayat pemiliknya. Ternyata sia-sia semua usaha. Mula bermain di fikirannya, apakah silap pada malam itu sehingga kekalahan sebegini singgah di kehidupannya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benar, Tentera Berdarah itu telah menelan berjuta insan, tetapi dia berdegil. Hatinya mengatakan pejuangnya telah bersedia. Namun lihat apa yang terjadi kini? Mayat bergelimpangan tanda kelemahan. Semuanya hancur bilamana tsunami keegoan menghambat tebing harapan. Apakah yang akan terjadi selepas semua ini? Ketidakpastian pula muncul biarpun sedih belum lagi pergi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa yang pasti, dia tetap akan bergerak. Tentera yang digeruni ramai akan ditentang sekali lagi, dan lagi, dan lagi. Sehingga suatu masa nanti, tatkala dirinya sendiri jatuh bersama, dia akan berhenti. Lelah akhirnya akan dibalas dengan kemenangan walaupun dia tahu, tiada siapa yang bergelar wira dalam pertempuran ini. Hanya bermain di sudut hati, bilakah hari itu akan tiba, membawanya ke puncak dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheesh, I better stick to English. My malay poetry sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-104443716108384034?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/104443716108384034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=104443716108384034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/104443716108384034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/104443716108384034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/jatuhnya-seorang-pejuang.html' title='Jatuhnya Seorang Pejuang'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5670692655765712162</id><published>2009-05-11T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:49:12.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Time With The Events</title><content type='html'>What is history? My 2nd semester! Ha3 No2, back to the real world Sufee. Well, in my opinion, history is a chain of event occuring as a result of another history, which is a chain of events, that occured in the past. We've seen many things happenned for the last how many centuries. I can't imagine what would happen if some other things else appeared.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would happen if Kennedy, both John and Robert were more aware that they're on the brink of their deaths? Would they be more careful? What would arise if Hitler actually gave his full power to Hiemler, his most trusted right-hand man? Would a plane still be a mere dream if the Wright brothers had acrophobia (fear of heights)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Neville Chamberlain stepped down as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom in 1940, Churchill was not his first choice as successor. Some other guy, I think it was Clement Atlee but let's just call him A, was more of a desirable person to lead the nation. But on the evening of the announcement, A went to see his dentist. Should Churchill be denied of his fated post as the Prime Minister of UK, would Great Britain survived World War II?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went out and had lunch with my friends. We were supposed to go to KFC but turn out, it was packed with millions of people. Then we went to Naser Corner and saw the same situation. We ended up at Lembah Beringin instead of Segamat Corner. Tengah2 makan boleh pulak nampak Azzali.. Turn out he was with his family. After finishing my meal I had a chat with his father. He then told me that the lunch was on him. Had KFC not been crowded at that time, I wouldn't have the chance to meet his family (and saved RM10 for lunch, he3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm trying to say is, history is something that was fated to happen, actually happened. For whatever reason it may be, God had something planned for us. Our job is only to run the event, and go with the flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Free at last, free at last! Thank God Almighty we are free at last!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5670692655765712162?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5670692655765712162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5670692655765712162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5670692655765712162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5670692655765712162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-time-with-events.html' title='In Time With The Events'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-3635001022229092378</id><published>2009-05-07T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:30:00.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up!</title><content type='html'>Why must someone be so greedy when it comes to power. What is so special about it? The power to govern the country? The power to control your firm? Or maybe the power to lead your group? I understand that when you are at that place, the thing comes differently. That's what my dad call as paradox theory. When you're down here, you see everything your way but when you're up there, the view is a whole new stuff. But what I don't get is that why must you be so shameless to chase what you had already loss?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you had the chance, do whatever it is that has been trusted upon you well. Do it as if it is your last day there. Don't just sit there, be a puppet and act as though you're already at the top! Because when you fall, you're going to float in your own dreamland that says you're still at the peak of the mountain. Why don't you just walk out of the door gracefully while you still have your dignity? Stop being a kid and running around, grabbing other people's place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what about the Sultan? Why should you deny whatever his decisions are? Who are you to do that? To bring it to the court is just so insolent. Haven't your history lessons ever thought you about loyalty to the ruler? It's no use reciting the Rukun Negara when your mind does not even clicked with it's content! I must say that it is a shame to have a fellow citizen like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is not a biased post. I am sick by the childish act someone had shown to the whole world. I just can't stand the look of such a moronic person. Why don't you just look at yourself first before blaming the citizen of Earth for your own stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-3635001022229092378?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/3635001022229092378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=3635001022229092378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3635001022229092378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/3635001022229092378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/grow-up.html' title='Grow Up!'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-568287105924092927</id><published>2009-05-07T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:03:37.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save, Save, Save</title><content type='html'>Good day. I have Q&amp;amp;A that looks sorta like an article to me. It was given by my dad. I'm posting it here so that I can read it whenever I want and, yeah, share it with anyone who reads. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 steps to financial security: Save, save, save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What percentage of income should someone save in order to be considered financially responsible? I'm wary of spending now because of the bad economy, but I don't know how much I should be saving on a monthly basis. --Lionel, San Diego, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I guess there's nothing like the combination of a market meltdown, housing crash and a recession to get people into to a saving frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's someone who wants to know the true meaning of living within your means or a reader looking for timely and practical advice on how best to use his tax refund, I've been getting more and more questions suggesting that people are increasingly eager to save and, like you, become more financially responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, there's still plenty of room for improvement on the savings front. For example, yesterday's quarterly GDP release from the Bureau of Economic Analysis also shows that the U.S. personal savings rate climbed to 4.2% in the first quarter of this year. That's a nice increase from the 3.2% at the end of last year and a major improvement from the negative 0.7% rate back in early 2005. But it's still below the double-digit savings rates of the mid-1980s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it comes to socking away bucks for retirement, the National Foundation for Credit Counseling's 2009 financial literacy survey also shows we're not exactly knocking ourselves out. About a third of those polled said they put away nada for retirement, another third save 1% to 10% and just under a quarter save more than 10%. (The rest said they didn't know how much they set aside or refused to answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much should you be saving each month to be leading a financially responsible life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I'd like to be able to tell you to save 10%, 15% or whatever and you'll be fine, it's impossible for me to do that without knowing a whole lot more about you. The percentage of income that's appropriate for you will depend on your income, age, the amount of money you've already saved, your employment prospects and, most important, how much you're willing to forego immediate gratification for current and future financial security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can, however, give you a few tips on how to become a more responsible saver. And once you get started, you can then settle on a regular savings routine that suits your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start by building an emergency fund. The single most important reason to save is so you have at least some protection against life's little (or not so little) setbacks. I'm talking about everything from a job loss to a leaking roof or broken-down car to a kids' orthodontia bills. Basically, all the "non-recurring" expenses that still seem to occur often enough to wreak havoc with your budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, you should have three to six months' worth of living expenses in this fund. And to assure this dough will be there when you need it, you should keep this money in a savings account, short-term CDs or a high-quality money-market fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Develop a retirement savings regimen. Once you've established your emergency fund, your next priority is to begin saving regularly for retirement. Again, I can't give a magic number, but several tools can help you come up with a reasonable amount. For a quick estimate, go to our How Much You Need To Save Tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't handle the figure the tool recommends, save what you can and increase the percentage slowly, maybe bumping it up a percentage point each year or increasing it with each pay raise until you get to the right level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've signed up for your 401(k) or are saving regularly in other accounts, you can periodically check out a more sophisticated calculator, such as our Retirement Planner, to review your savings strategy and possibly tweak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for additional ways to save. Even after you've got your emergency fund and retirement covered, you're probably going to want to save occasionally for other goals, say, a down payment for a house or car or college costs for kids. Coming up with extra savings when you're already regularly contributing to a 401(k) or other retirement accounts can be tough. But if you're serious, there are ways to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is to try a few techniques that effectively allow you to "fool" yourself into saving more. Another is to specifically target big-ticket items in your budget for downsizing, since that's where you'll likely find the largest potential for saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final note: Don't let easy excuses prevent you from saving to your full potential. When people without savings were asked by pollsters working for the National Foundation for Credit Counseling why they didn't save, the number one reason offered (by 59% of respondents) was that they had a limited income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what? We've all got limited incomes. But unless you're among that unfortunate group of people whose incomes are so low that they can barely squeak by, there's always some spending that can be pared back at least a bit to put away a few bucks for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Adapted from money.cnn.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-568287105924092927?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/568287105924092927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=568287105924092927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/568287105924092927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/568287105924092927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/save-save-save.html' title='Save, Save, Save'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-7149627601510343647</id><published>2009-05-06T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:03:12.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Really It?</title><content type='html'>Evening. Okay, when I write this post, I had just finished reading loads of ghost stories posted on &lt;a href="http://kisahmj12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laman Blog Rasmi Misteri Jam 12&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's a stupid thing to do. No2, don't get me wrong. I love ghost stories. It's just that, well, I'm not that berani lah. Yes, I had to admit that fact. I mean, it's no use saying that I am who I'm not. So, yeah, I am a bit affected right now. You can give me a guy with a gun, but don't put anything mystical in front of me. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember (ha3 nak jugak citer pengalaman sendiri) when I was 8. I went back from my Quran reciting class at 8 in the evening. I went from the house of my ustazah to one of my friend's. My mum was supposed to be waiting for me there. As I walk along the creepy road beside the sewage treatment plant, I saw someone, probably a lady, was holding a small child. The lady has waist-length hair. I thought it was my mum, so I ran after her. This 'lady' went behind a tree and vanished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I know I wasn't imagining anything. The image was vivid. When I saw my mum, I told her what happenned. She kinda wanted to deny that it was something odd, by saying maybe it was some woman with her child. But I know, it was something. Sheeiit.. If it happenned recently, I swear I won't go home after dark. Lagi2 rumah aku memang sebelah penuh pokok2. Damn. Kalau masuk rumah memang nampak lah ape yang kat hutan tu mase park kereta kat garage. If I am in the situation where I had to get into my house after 10, I would either ask my mum to wait for me or just storm into the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azizi told me, that it is true that if we don't interrupt these paranormal being, they won't disturb us. But what if they are the ones who wanted to fool around with us? Well if that's the case, believe that God is everywhere. We are His creations. Whatever happens, we must ask for His help. Not the others. I'm sorry if this coincide with any of other works, but I just felt the need to write this, so as to remind myself that we are not alone in this vast world of God. If you want to read a good ghost story written by Mr Izuan, click &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/crescento.blogspot.com/2009/04/pak-guard-ghost-of-campus-serenity.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya. Long live the Queen. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-7149627601510343647?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/7149627601510343647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=7149627601510343647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7149627601510343647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/7149627601510343647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-that-really-it.html' title='Is That Really It?'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-6372877830294523179</id><published>2009-05-06T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:07:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When SMS Is The 'In' Thing</title><content type='html'>This country, Malaysia has gone through so many stages since the beginning of last century. It has seen many marvelous events, and even tragedies. The fallen hero during the Japanese invasion, the declaration of independence, the emergence of Saga, and the rise of our own Twin Towers. However, the greatest threat to the nation's stability still lingers across the 13 states. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my last visit to Borders, I came across a book written by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tunku&lt;/span&gt;. It was about the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May incident. I remember when I discover the date of 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May, not many wanted to tell me what it is about. But as time goes by, we see many books, and journals discussing about the matter. I went on to read about it briefly. But what I was fascinated of was the pictures included in the book. It shows how bad the situation is at that time. Cars looks like firewood and buildings, well lets just say Krakatoa looks more pleasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never lived through 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May, but I have experienced 31st August 2007. Remember? Well it is still fresh in my mind. The horror started when the housekeeper told my mum that there will be a strike, similar to the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; May but this time, it's Indians who are the ones who's going to do it. There were rumours saying that there has been a fight at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cendana&lt;/span&gt; between Malays and Indians. In normal circumstances, I couldn't care less but the thing is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cendana&lt;/span&gt; is 5 minutes away from my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it happens. Rumours spread like wildfire as they say. Cops are everywhere. Roadblocks are like 2cm away from each other. Like I said, rumours were spread and it's ugly. Nobody went out of the house after 8pm. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SMSs&lt;/span&gt; came pouring in, telling stuff that is not very nice for the throat to hear. I have loads of Indian friends, but the matter does not affect our friendship. We still meet at Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pelangi&lt;/span&gt; after tuition class. But as 31st August came nearer, the tension grows stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been more scared in my life, I had to admit that. I mean, the thought of being attacked, or witnessing one is not pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;okayh&lt;/span&gt;. So we succeed in convincing my dad to get out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. Well, the epicenter of the strike was supposed to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gudang&lt;/span&gt;, so that explains my worry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;. Turn out that nothing happened. That night of 31st August, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Datuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Balakrishnan&lt;/span&gt; came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cendana&lt;/span&gt;, paying a visit to the residents there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, nobody wants a bloodshed. However we say it, somehow we just want to live our everyday lives smoothly. That is why unity is very important. Respect is a must and tolerance should be practice. Why should we hate someone who's different than us? We're all God's creation. Whatever we do, think about the effects inflicted after that. It is not easy, but it is not that hard to maintain peace in our country. All we have to realise is that we are so lucky to be in this land of opportunity. Long live Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-6372877830294523179?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/6372877830294523179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=6372877830294523179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6372877830294523179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/6372877830294523179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-sms-is-in-thing.html' title='When SMS Is The &apos;In&apos; Thing'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1813259793890215285</id><published>2009-05-05T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:41:26.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Name, Nothing More</title><content type='html'>Good day. I figure that many will be mad when I say this. The service at Pasir Gudang Bank Islam branch sucks. My opinion may be biased, but considering that my uncle works with Bank Islam, I would say that I'm being generally honest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a guy who mind my manners. So whenever anyone is rude to me, expect a comeback. Because my other part would be impatience. This morning when I went to the Pasir Gudang branch, I don't have any idea that we were not supposed to turn on our phone. Well, it's a common technology so why deny. So when my dad called me unexpectedly, I answered it like a normal human being would. In the middle of the conversation, the security officer told me to continue it outside. I don't mind if she asked me nicely. But that lady is just so rude, I don't think she's married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The service there is so slow. It took me an hour just to transfer money from my Bank Islam account to the other bank account. I don't know, maybe it's just their style of work or maybe it's already 12 at that time. Yeah. 12 PM. Only three hours after they started transaction. Hm, I know this is kinda harsh but I don't think they use Islamic concept there. I mean, Islam stress on efficiency and effectiveness when it comes to doing work, but they have none. Anyone who has relatives or friends who's working for this bank, sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for that. I'm now in current state of floating-ness. Ha3 Yes I know I have two papers left but who can resist this? I had to go along with it. I don't know. =) Uhuh, yesterday was fun. Right after dinner, we went to discover Segamat. Nisa's idea. It was supposed to replace the fun fair event. But as I drove towards the intersection which leads to Muadzam, we saw another fun fair, with Ferris Wheel and all. The next event is for you to figure out lah. But I just ride the bumper car thingy. I'm not the kind of guy who enjoy rides. Yang kat theme parks lain tu buat2 berani je.. He3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I'm currently listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Sorry &lt;/span&gt;by Feist. It's a great song. Imagine you driving a Mustang convertible along the suburbs of Riverside on a sunny Sunday afternoon, with wind blowing through your hair, while listening to this song. Ah, pure serenity. Enjoy the rest of your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'California is a fine place to live - if you happen to be an orange'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fred Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1813259793890215285?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1813259793890215285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1813259793890215285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1813259793890215285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1813259793890215285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-name-nothing-more.html' title='Just A Name, Nothing More'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-5431403020306551594</id><published>2009-05-05T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:51:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey To The West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wb7.itrademarket.com/pfimage/81/312681_mekah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 298px;" src="http://wb7.itrademarket.com/pfimage/81/312681_mekah.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where we face everyday. People would give away their life to be here. However, no matter how hard we try, if He does not calls upon you, it would never happen. That is why I believe, if I can go this coming November, then it's fated. The same goes the other way. It's no use to force our way there. There's always another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-5431403020306551594?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/5431403020306551594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=5431403020306551594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5431403020306551594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/5431403020306551594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Journey To The West'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119880327254873093.post-1953925874029793174</id><published>2009-05-02T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:14:30.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not You</title><content type='html'>Hello there. Went to Pavilion just now. You've guessed it, more spoilt brats. I don't just say it out of annoyance, but I do get feedbacks you know. Not everyone enjoys the experience of seeing a bunch of kids hanging around, making noises and kissing each other without any sense of shame. I know how is it being adolescent, with the raging hormones and all. But if you HAD to kiss each other, do it behind close doors lah.. I'm not saying that it is okay to do such things. You must know your limits. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never seen anyone so stupid before. But a few days ago I encounter a guy who had just lost his wife. It was at 2 in the afternoon I think. The wife had just been buried at 10. He went to my granny's place to ask anyone if they wanted his child. At first I thought the guy was crazy. Without proper documentation and all, it would never work. Then he asked for RM2000 upfront. From that statement, I derive a theory which says he is a nutcase and a scumbag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres no wonder that kids nowadays are so insolent. It all originated from how you actually raise that child. A young man is like a cement. Mold it while it is still soft. When it solidifies, that's the real them. Voila. Congratulations. I never really have a dream of being a parent. I don't want to. Yes, it's God's gift, but the gift that you yourself are looking for. It comes with a responsibility greater than any others. It's not a bean bag you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These kids, they're the future of our country. We don't want to see a bunch of alcoholics or yang sewaktu dengannya running the government do we? How it is right now, that is already good. We just need to find a replacement that is as sane as the ones right now. For those who concerns lah kan. I mean, anything that we do actually affects everything. It's just we didn't realise it. How can we when we're so self-centered? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, my mum asked me whether I contacted her anymore. I gave my answer and she asked why. I never really discuss this matter with my parents because I don't feel comfortable doing so. I don't know. She said to me that as a friend, why not. I just kept quite. Some things are meant to be left just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a couple remains as friends after they broke up, they are either still in love, or they never were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119880327254873093-1953925874029793174?l=flamingme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/feeds/1953925874029793174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6119880327254873093&amp;postID=1953925874029793174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1953925874029793174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119880327254873093/posts/default/1953925874029793174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flamingme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-not-you.html' title='I Am Not You'/><author><name>Sufee Yusli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09433602205117922891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lX-sEzg_9s/SuW2yEtqP4I/AAAAAAAAARk/qmPzt6QAsnY/S220/DSC00209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
