<?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-8974859193534777842</id><updated>2011-12-28T11:23:40.098+08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='tag'/><category term='poem'/><category term='award'/><category term='gem of completion'/><title type='text'>Naddy Danirkus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>758</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-231428695688862435</id><published>2011-12-18T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:18:38.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut butter pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKSV_qy5i8w/Tu1pdxd5GdI/AAAAAAAADME/zKQEoth9vLI/s1600/2011-07-04%2B09.44.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKSV_qy5i8w/Tu1pdxd5GdI/AAAAAAAADME/zKQEoth9vLI/s400/2011-07-04%2B09.44.30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687317864654641618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i'm in the library listening to the online radio. if i'm at the college right now, i am definitely won't have the chance to listen to it smoothly. there's nothing to share actually. i'm actually bored sitting in this library. i thought of finishing the CSC138's tutorial but when i reached the library, i just don't have the will to do it. you know, like you lost your mood so suddenly haihh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going back home to Klang next week! jyeah! 11 or 12 hours of journey by train from Arau to KL Central then from there i'll be taking the komuter to Klang and it will take about more or less 1 hour to reach the destination. it's a long journey but i guess it's worth it. there are few who suggest me to take a bus but since i kind of dislike taking a bus to go back home, i am accepting the fact that the only way i can go back without taking a bus is by train or if i'm rich i would be taking the plane but since i'm not, train is the only way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be studying right now. and you know what, this library is empty! okay, probably not really empty but it's kind of empty. it's not that empty empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually, i just don't know what to talk about anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-231428695688862435?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/231428695688862435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/231428695688862435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/12/peanut-butter-pie.html' title='peanut butter pie'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKSV_qy5i8w/Tu1pdxd5GdI/AAAAAAAADME/zKQEoth9vLI/s72-c/2011-07-04%2B09.44.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7176608751610741074</id><published>2011-11-28T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:37:16.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterscotch bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMiC--lPaJc/TtOMnHoXs7I/AAAAAAAADL0/XORd_ddi5XA/s1600/2011-08-02%2B17.18.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMiC--lPaJc/TtOMnHoXs7I/AAAAAAAADL0/XORd_ddi5XA/s400/2011-08-02%2B17.18.50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680038158735487922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you what had happened to me this one week after i reached Arau. it was really something really "memorable" to me. well, i reached Kangar at 7 pm something and Bean accompanied me to find the house i rent and will be staying. by the way, thank you very much for your help, dude. anyway, we found the house and waited outside since Zati, one of my roommates when i was in semester one wasn't there. she was one of my housemates for this semester two and she holds the key to the house. we waited almost half and hour then only she came home with her parent and another ex roommate of mine. gaaah miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zati already reached the house last Friday which was 18th November while i reached the house the next night. after we sent Bean with Zati's parent's car, we went to buy some stuffs near the house area and went back to get our sleep. my back hurts so much because of the long journey taking the bus back to Arau. blergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning, Zati, her parent, my ex roommate and i went to have breakfast and then sent my ex roommate to college and then we went back to the house. Wada came few hours later and choose her room. other housemates of mine came too and were cleaning their room and do their own stuffs. their parents were there as well. Zati, Wada, Wada's family and i went out later to buy stuffs and when we got back something really interesting occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one particular girl with a big ego who thinks she's so rich she can do whatever she like. poor her parent tsk tsk well, it went like this. Zati, Wada and i were chilling in the room where i shared with Zati and suddenly that girl came and argued with us about having our room saying that originally it was her room shared together with a friend of hers and she asked us to get out from the room and choose another room, saying that she had booked the room from the owner of the house. like seriously? even the owner didn't say anything about "booked" room and suddenly she came to us with that rude attitude. she was even being rude with Wada's mom. sorry to say but i am deeply disgusted by her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coincidentally, while we were having a kind of verbal fight, there was this one person came to meet the three of us, Zati, Wada and i. he was the owner of the house we were suppose to rent before this house but in the end we didn't rent because of something happened before this and he said that there were three more spaces left at that house. so we decided to move out of the house or we think that when the parents went back to their respective home, there will be a disaster happen in that house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, on Monday morning, the seniors that we shared the house with sent the three of us to the university and i got the result for the appeal for college that day and went back to the house by bus with Wada after waiting for her class to end at 5 pm while my class ended 3 hours earlier. i packed my things to move back to college that night. gaaah really, i felt like i'm a nomad at a certain stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, on the 22nd of November, i moved to college early in the morning (since my class starts at 10 am) with the help of one of the seniors. at first i was thinking of getting the taxi to move my things but since the senior insisted of helping me, i'm just happy and willingly put my things in her car heehee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7176608751610741074?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7176608751610741074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7176608751610741074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/11/butterscotch-bread.html' title='butterscotch bread'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HMiC--lPaJc/TtOMnHoXs7I/AAAAAAAADL0/XORd_ddi5XA/s72-c/2011-08-02%2B17.18.50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3288618338161135002</id><published>2011-10-31T11:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:52:33.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nutella chocolate chip</title><content type='html'>currently i'm sitting alone in the living room, searching for any entertainment possible but failed. well, actually i was thinking about posting about the Port Dickson trip that happened on 23th October but i was really not in the mood of posting anything. it's just that i didn't feel like talking to my inner self for a long time while typing HAHA eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that 23th morning, i drove my mom's car to my aunt's house in Shah Alam and when we, my mom and i arrived, put our bags inside my uncle's car and we were off to our destination. i had one of the tastiest lunch there. then after lunch, i asked my mom if she wanted to hang out near the beach so we went. the sea was sparkling under the hot rays of the sun and the wind was just perfect. i really felt that i need to take a nap right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was there for two days and i had a fun time playing catch inside the pool with my cousins. one of them even called me a rhino for always chasing them whenever they entered the pool HAHA whaaaaat? aren't there any nicer names? haihh anyway, i was super hungry and super tired after that i just put on my headphone while we were on our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1kaxSyYsXo/Tq4nEeNK4II/AAAAAAAADLk/fOefSSR7GJE/s1600/C360_2011-10-2311-24-45.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1kaxSyYsXo/Tq4nEeNK4II/AAAAAAAADLk/fOefSSR7GJE/s400/C360_2011-10-2311-24-45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511938687295618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqX5YE7l0r4/Tq4nDiOmxqI/AAAAAAAADLc/rOka5VY3uME/s1600/C360_2011-10-2315-37-04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqX5YE7l0r4/Tq4nDiOmxqI/AAAAAAAADLc/rOka5VY3uME/s400/C360_2011-10-2315-37-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511922587190946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one guy who was taking pictures of the sea. so i took the picture of him heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bnsYhqaeko/Tq4nDfcB-HI/AAAAAAAADLI/U050vB1xckk/s1600/C360_2011-10-2315-40-14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bnsYhqaeko/Tq4nDfcB-HI/AAAAAAAADLI/U050vB1xckk/s400/C360_2011-10-2315-40-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511921838192754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cute mom! &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dK-YtBZfAWw/Tq4nDUb7PVI/AAAAAAAADK8/_tcagjQN7GA/s1600/C360_2011-10-2315-46-31.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dK-YtBZfAWw/Tq4nDUb7PVI/AAAAAAAADK8/_tcagjQN7GA/s400/C360_2011-10-2315-46-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511918884961618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to show you my pretty pants HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpHs74058-c/Tq4nDDHZyaI/AAAAAAAADK0/Dt9Ep3g8onk/s1600/C360_2011-10-2315-48-47.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpHs74058-c/Tq4nDDHZyaI/AAAAAAAADK0/Dt9Ep3g8onk/s400/C360_2011-10-2315-48-47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669511914235480482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3288618338161135002?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3288618338161135002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3288618338161135002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/10/nutella-chocolate-chip.html' title='nutella chocolate chip'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1kaxSyYsXo/Tq4nEeNK4II/AAAAAAAADLk/fOefSSR7GJE/s72-c/C360_2011-10-2311-24-45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6118626614619028401</id><published>2011-10-25T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:11:34.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>range rover evoque</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motorstop.asia/gallery/car-gallery.php?directory=range-rover-evoque-live&amp;amp;currentPic=1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdDnDu4prIM/TqZEiCUjtrI/AAAAAAAADKI/qx9eGBd0xt8/s400/range-rover-evoque-live-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667292532621686450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream car&lt;br /&gt;enough said &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6118626614619028401?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6118626614619028401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6118626614619028401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/10/range-rover-evoque.html' title='range rover evoque'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MdDnDu4prIM/TqZEiCUjtrI/AAAAAAAADKI/qx9eGBd0xt8/s72-c/range-rover-evoque-live-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2149830777930877616</id><published>2011-10-12T11:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:53:24.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caramel ice cream</title><content type='html'>it's been 5 weeks since i post anything here. i just don't have the mood to post. well, sum up with me going through the final exam but alhamdulillah, i've finish my semester 1! yeay! i'm hoping i won't repeat any paper (i've already throw my semester 1's books. heehee) so to celebrate it, i'm posting a series of pictures of my &lt;i&gt;sketching&lt;/i&gt; inside the books (especially account since i "really like" that subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDUXiWN9b2M/TpUSXGOdCqI/AAAAAAAADJc/Ge0Ej8Z4txk/s1600/2011-10-07%2B03.47.11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDUXiWN9b2M/TpUSXGOdCqI/AAAAAAAADJc/Ge0Ej8Z4txk/s400/2011-10-07%2B03.47.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662452294505794210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in discrete mathematics's book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQD-DqxBG24/TpUSWzJ8HKI/AAAAAAAADJU/DZ2vTf5gh1g/s1600/2011-10-03%2B10.17.05.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BQD-DqxBG24/TpUSWzJ8HKI/AAAAAAAADJU/DZ2vTf5gh1g/s400/2011-10-03%2B10.17.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662452289386585250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &amp;amp; in account book! uhhuh, i like stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuhiWsH9Slg/TpUSWBW-JUI/AAAAAAAADJM/wYukvsuFblA/s1600/2011-10-03%2B10.15.46.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuhiWsH9Slg/TpUSWBW-JUI/AAAAAAAADJM/wYukvsuFblA/s400/2011-10-03%2B10.15.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662452276019471682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &amp;amp; stars again. i am deeply in love with stars HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKKbOPIVjR4/TpUSVlmhTzI/AAAAAAAADI8/xmgQVy6JoLo/s1600/2011-10-03%2B09.24.11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BKKbOPIVjR4/TpUSVlmhTzI/AAAAAAAADI8/xmgQVy6JoLo/s400/2011-10-03%2B09.24.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662452268568497970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a giraffe inside my account book! it's like in the WONDERLAND! uuuuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-susx3E6TVO4/TpUSXVznP-I/AAAAAAAADJs/WaH9sQ8YP_U/s1600/2011-09-20%2B20.21.47.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-susx3E6TVO4/TpUSXVznP-I/AAAAAAAADJs/WaH9sQ8YP_U/s400/2011-09-20%2B20.21.47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662452298688184290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was our orders the night after the second paper ended. see how much we're suffering from hungriness? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! last Friday, my uncle and his family as well as my cute mom picked me up at the college and then we went to Padang Besar. my uncle's gesture made me think that he was once a romantic guy HAHA he bought a necklace with two initials. one, his name's and another is my aunt's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8IDXUxj8yI/TpUZljWBPtI/AAAAAAAADJ4/6vQrWzWVaDY/s1600/2011-10-08%2B13.33.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8IDXUxj8yI/TpUZljWBPtI/AAAAAAAADJ4/6vQrWzWVaDY/s400/2011-10-08%2B13.33.20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662460239421718226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? isn't that sweet? :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2149830777930877616?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2149830777930877616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2149830777930877616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/10/caramel-ice-cream.html' title='caramel ice cream'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDUXiWN9b2M/TpUSXGOdCqI/AAAAAAAADJc/Ge0Ej8Z4txk/s72-c/2011-10-07%2B03.47.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2127530500778208375</id><published>2011-09-04T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:21:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoghurt cheesecakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51528839@N07/6106813725/sizes/l/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShcCQS1O-Wc/TmMMQYCM3yI/AAAAAAAADIM/1Lh-BRafkn4/s400/6106813725_8ac5df09b4_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever think about what will you do when you grow up? when i was still in the kindergarten, i still remember it. my dad was driving the grey proton wira car passing every high buildings with mom sitting beside him. i was sitting at the back, drawing those buildings with colour pencils. drawing it with my limited knowledge about art. malay songs were being played that came from the radio. that was one those days that i miss. well, while i  was busy drawing my dad suddenly asked, "&lt;i&gt;what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/i&gt;". i stopped drawing for awhile to think then answered that i don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad, with a chuckled abruptly said to me to be a doctor and from that day, whenever people asked me what do i want to be i'll answer DOCTOR! with confident. i didn't think much about what i will go through to become a doctor. i never did until i reached 15 years old. by that time only that i thought, to become a doctor is hard but my mom kept on supporting me and i got into a pure science class and i thought &lt;i&gt;okay, though it's hard i still have chance &lt;/i&gt;but well, maybe i wasn't mean to go that way and i was given my second choice, computer science. HAHA my mom said that she wanted that course before she applied to be a teacher but she didn't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's all about giving up what you know is out of your limit and pursue what you can do best. sometimes second choice is not bad at all and sometimes you need people to make you remember back what you need to remember back and make it as your boost spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2127530500778208375?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2127530500778208375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2127530500778208375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/09/yoghurt-cheesecakes.html' title='yoghurt cheesecakes'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShcCQS1O-Wc/TmMMQYCM3yI/AAAAAAAADIM/1Lh-BRafkn4/s72-c/6106813725_8ac5df09b4_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3530170672597096503</id><published>2011-09-03T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:43:51.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://arcius-azrael.deviantart.com/art/Black-Rose-126349434?q=boost%3Apopular%20black%20and%20white%20rose&amp;amp;qo=69"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoqteZcBADQ/TmIf1JvwWVI/AAAAAAAADIE/QpiyxzpQwus/s400/Black_Rose_by_Arcius_Azrael.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648111880685771090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit it openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Sigmund Freud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have done my job and i felt a huge wave of relieve washed over me though i felt so embarrassed. well, whatever. life goes on. i have final exam to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst, i am now at Arau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3530170672597096503?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3530170672597096503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3530170672597096503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/09/unknown.html' title='unknown'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoqteZcBADQ/TmIf1JvwWVI/AAAAAAAADIE/QpiyxzpQwus/s72-c/Black_Rose_by_Arcius_Azrael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2656717785368351105</id><published>2011-09-02T08:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:13:29.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese omelette</title><content type='html'>i'm back in Klang! and i have one more day to spend my day in my home before going back to Arau. i'm going to miss my home again. haihh. my first day of Raya? look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lN_MV2J2KqM/TmAd3-x6XSI/AAAAAAAADH8/GQGteEuIwiw/s1600/2011-08-30%2B13.46.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lN_MV2J2KqM/TmAd3-x6XSI/AAAAAAAADH8/GQGteEuIwiw/s400/2011-08-30%2B13.46.06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647546780304956706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came to my grandma's house by pack! in one swept every portion became 2/3 HAHA but it was fun watching everyone with their own personality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2656717785368351105?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2656717785368351105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2656717785368351105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheese-omelette.html' title='cheese omelette'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lN_MV2J2KqM/TmAd3-x6XSI/AAAAAAAADH8/GQGteEuIwiw/s72-c/2011-08-30%2B13.46.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-451689474116708664</id><published>2011-08-29T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:02:26.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ketupat palas and rendang</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://proama.deviantart.com/art/Eid-al-Ghadir-106494009?q=boost%3Apopular%20happy%20eid&amp;amp;qo=12"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55wkfXHs9vQ/TlugZ9trHOI/AAAAAAAADH0/CW_Pg1Ce6hQ/s400/Eid_al_Ghadir_by_proama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646282925762354402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid to every Muslims! currently i'm at kampung. i reached this morning and when my mom and i arrived here, we started our annual project with my aunt. well, though i don't involve wholly but i still help them :) oh, there was this one story. well, this raya, i was the one who drove back to &lt;i&gt;kampung&lt;/i&gt;. we were at &lt;i&gt;pasar&lt;/i&gt; near my &lt;i&gt;kampung&lt;/i&gt; and it was packed. well, that doesn't really surprise me but! there was this one red car, and the driver was so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there should be a take turn system right? and it was my turn but that annoying driver cut her turn and followed the front car closely. i don't just gave in to that driver so i don't gave her space and so she followed more closely until one time her car bumped with the front car. HAH! not to be bad but i just gave her a devilish smile. what a greedy person -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to wear my maroon baju kurung tomorrow :) Happy Eid again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-451689474116708664?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/451689474116708664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/451689474116708664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/08/ketupat-palas-and-rendang.html' title='ketupat palas and rendang'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55wkfXHs9vQ/TlugZ9trHOI/AAAAAAAADH0/CW_Pg1Ce6hQ/s72-c/Eid_al_Ghadir_by_proama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4151024790592097333</id><published>2011-08-29T17:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:22:24.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee sugar yogurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://edgard82.deviantart.com/art/All-By-Myself-255598058?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=38"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHTlXY-GDHs/TluDjW581PI/AAAAAAAADHs/s5_FklA_Kus/s400/all_by_myself_by_edgard82-d486cq2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646251201306350834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;20th August 2017       London, United Kingdom	   10.09 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front cover ;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Kiss to : Nadhrah Izzaty &lt;font color=red&gt;❤&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indeed, the new pen that I bought in the stationary shop, I have spent to write a letter just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my breakfast. Now, I am cleaning my teeth while writing a letter for you. So if there are many strange things stuck to this paper, please ignore! Do not take a turn for an experiment. I learned from Aqilah, the cyber-criminal that you work with Intel. No wonder, Aqilah does not stir computers / laptops that use Intel processors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already have high salaries, isn’t that right? Erm, you are already 24 years old but you had already married with *****. I am quite disappointed because when you all get married, I was not able to attend except  Aini’s wedding. Ha! I want to ask you, is it true that Aqilah are married to Yusof? Pergghhh! That's awesome! I remember long ago, how ***** was crazy about Yusof and became fixated but in the end he chose Aqilah. Please congratulate them for me, I forgot to write earlier. Well, my hand is getting numb from writing. May you succeed in life. Tomorrow pick me up at KLIA! HAHA! Bye!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a letter from Faizah, one of my classmates while we were having a CTU class last Thursday. she gave letters to others too. i admit, i love to receive letters like this eventhough this is just a fake situation. HAHA i love you babe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4151024790592097333?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4151024790592097333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4151024790592097333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/08/coffee-sugar-yogurt.html' title='coffee sugar yogurt'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHTlXY-GDHs/TluDjW581PI/AAAAAAAADHs/s5_FklA_Kus/s72-c/all_by_myself_by_edgard82-d486cq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3484854672848394996</id><published>2011-08-28T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:22:24.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minty lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxnp5qdCZj4/TlnvnVpmAfI/AAAAAAAADHk/mlqRHf6zmtw/s1600/2011-08-28%2B14.20.03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxnp5qdCZj4/TlnvnVpmAfI/AAAAAAAADHk/mlqRHf6zmtw/s400/2011-08-28%2B14.20.03.jpg" iborder="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645807066991165938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;does anyone want to buy me this? heehee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home! arrived Klang yesterday morning around 8 am. Actually I should be arriving at the Klang station at around 7 am but because of the delay, I was stuck at the KL Central for almost one hour with few of my friends who were also using the Komuter and OMG when the komuter came, it was packed like sardine and I felt breathless but what surprised me was that I took a nap for awhile while standing HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was already in front of the Klang station, waiting with her Kelisa. I on the other hand was so excited to reach Klang. The weather was just perfect! Bean was with me that day and my mom dropped him at his house and few minutes later, we arrived our home. OMG I just miss my home. Mom wanted to go shopping later so I dragged my feet to the bathroom and took my bath, get ready and I reached for the car key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baju kurung is maroon in colour! Mom’s purple. Then we bought a shoe cabinet! That night after having iftar with Maklong’s family, we went home and arranged our precious shoes in the cabinet. There were few shoes that I can’t wear anymore so while we were arranging and throwing few of them we made some stories about shoes. HAHA we made such nuisance to each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3484854672848394996?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3484854672848394996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3484854672848394996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/08/minty-lemon.html' title='minty lemon'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxnp5qdCZj4/TlnvnVpmAfI/AAAAAAAADHk/mlqRHf6zmtw/s72-c/2011-08-28%2B14.20.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2328181866715685565</id><published>2011-08-22T05:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T05:35:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wafer cubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b8c5d07f79a1692a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8c5d07f79a1692a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44B47F566C514A605322139D97A738C76F43F88D.85264350A24CE9C0AB6D7F42C4B57A9C4390F9A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8c5d07f79a1692a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGcokWpjpY75CFnVaO6BHkIK_zNU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8c5d07f79a1692a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44B47F566C514A605322139D97A738C76F43F88D.85264350A24CE9C0AB6D7F42C4B57A9C4390F9A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8c5d07f79a1692a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGcokWpjpY75CFnVaO6BHkIK_zNU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back again at 5 in the morning! ehem. before going back to my tempting bed, this video up here is  about two classmates of mine singing to Hari Raya song that was played on the radio while we were on our way to Jitra Mall yesterday after class CSC128 ended. 12 people went and we played bowling and watched Dylan Dog! and then we had our iftar at Jitra's Pizza Hut. Aini, Diela and I were having some conflict whether to go or not so you guys had to wait for us. sorry guys for making you wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 4 more days to go minus today before i'm coming back to Klang! Raya songs are everywhere now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2328181866715685565?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2328181866715685565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2328181866715685565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/08/wafer-cubes.html' title='wafer cubes'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8266246810754623508</id><published>2011-08-20T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T05:24:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crunchy mango roll</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i log in here. i even almost forgot the password. SO! there would be less than a week before i'm going back to Klang for raya and i am so excited like everyone here in the campus and if i'm not mistaken, i'm going to sit for an account test this Wednesday night. oh i forgot about this one quiz this Monday night. anyway, i'm just hoping there would be no class this Friday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me refresh back what happened lately. well, there's nothing much going on except for classes, quizzes and tests. lots of it since final is coming. obviously, i'm not going to have a proper holiday once i get back home but i'm going to enjoy every minute of it HAHA and i'll try not to think much since when i think much i'm going to start to have stress and when i stress i'm going to feel like something is burning inside me and when i feel that way, i'm going to act like one of those rebellious kids (hah? whaaaat? okay ignore this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about going back home, the first thing that i will do when i reach home is getting a lot of sleep! HAHA then i'm going to download every fantastic, superb games and application. then i'm going to watch Yongseo episodes again. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about Yongseo, OMG I JUST KNEW THAT THEY DID A DUET TOGETHER FOR THE SECOND TIME! OMG! OMG! like i said before i just love to see them together. they just give the vibe of sweetness and i don't know why i felt that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOpaU3T3bM8/TlAlj_N5CBI/AAAAAAAADHc/MPnKXf7cfek/s1600/tumblr_lq8mq5PxRP1qg6dyso1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOpaU3T3bM8/TlAlj_N5CBI/AAAAAAAADHc/MPnKXf7cfek/s400/tumblr_lq8mq5PxRP1qg6dyso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643051633290577938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongseo together again on stage&lt;br /&gt;I CAN FEEL THE LOVE YO!&lt;br /&gt;psstt, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPxPWh9yeTs&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;u&gt;video of their duet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i decided to post the video here too. since the internet is really good at 5 in the morning, i'm not going to worry about the loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-913907ad6f286693" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D913907ad6f286693%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D429551D078E011720BA5AAAC4C58BB9003455A17.DD38AC46BD8C76ECCE77422E930908564AD0238%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D913907ad6f286693%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drpz7zBRO6NrIq8zuV2YGMD6wbiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D913907ad6f286693%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D429551D078E011720BA5AAAC4C58BB9003455A17.DD38AC46BD8C76ECCE77422E930908564AD0238%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D913907ad6f286693%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Drpz7zBRO6NrIq8zuV2YGMD6wbiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8266246810754623508?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8266246810754623508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8266246810754623508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/08/crunchy-mango-roll.html' title='crunchy mango roll'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOpaU3T3bM8/TlAlj_N5CBI/AAAAAAAADHc/MPnKXf7cfek/s72-c/tumblr_lq8mq5PxRP1qg6dyso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2654689596656619953</id><published>2011-08-06T13:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T14:19:56.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tart vanilla frozen yoghurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iib2SfEhK8c/TjzaCDF5kPI/AAAAAAAADHU/3Qe01jl3aOw/s1600/2011-07-11%2B12.34.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iib2SfEhK8c/TjzaCDF5kPI/AAAAAAAADHU/3Qe01jl3aOw/s400/2011-07-11%2B12.34.23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637620562285662450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all i would like to wish Happy Ramadhan to Muslims all over the world :) though it's already the 6th day of fasting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been busy lately with quiz after quiz and test after test. yesterday night, i had account test. i was actually late to the test because first, i was hungry so i need to eat like a lot, second because i was thirsty so i need to drink like a lot and third, well because i was hungry and thirsty. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i still did the test and later when it ended Aini and Diela went to my room to watch movies but unfortunately i deleted few of them and in the end we only watched &lt;i&gt;Gulliver's Travels&lt;/i&gt; and then few of Yongseo couple episodes. man, i miss watching them together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning, Aini and I went to watch some kind of an animation about Sultan Muhammad al-Fatih. few of the scenes were kind of funny that we ended up laughing and there was this one part where there were fighting in a war and i felt like i can feel the same passion that they were having during that time and what's more, i felt like crying. HAHA. ridiculous isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih today is not a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2654689596656619953?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2654689596656619953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2654689596656619953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/08/tart-vanilla-frozen-yoghurt.html' title='tart vanilla frozen yoghurt'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iib2SfEhK8c/TjzaCDF5kPI/AAAAAAAADHU/3Qe01jl3aOw/s72-c/2011-07-11%2B12.34.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4026910426782809356</id><published>2011-07-26T07:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T07:32:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creamy parmesan polenta</title><content type='html'>currently it's 7 in the morning and my class starts at 9 am today so i'm taking this chance to post something here today. yesterday, classes started after a week of holiday. the weather stayed cold until 11 12 o'clock and somehow to me it felt like when i was in high school. the feeling of waking up early in the morning and went to school with this excited feeling just to see your friends (though i met them when i arrived in college in the morning and went to their room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iera tagged me a series of photos back one or two months before SPM started . there was this one card that she made for me and i put it in my SCRAPBOOK! *&lt;i&gt;said it like Steve in Blues Clues&lt;/i&gt;* the card is still in the book and when i look at the pictures, i started to miss iera agin. haihh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so presenting to you, the way to make a card with iera style! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHzomJN_rpQ/Ti37cJYTAxI/AAAAAAAADHM/oBhIWv9Cuw0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHzomJN_rpQ/Ti37cJYTAxI/AAAAAAAADHM/oBhIWv9Cuw0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633435169883095826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-JpPiHRBGQ/Ti37cDlgfNI/AAAAAAAADHE/j5lJytTLv1w/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-JpPiHRBGQ/Ti37cDlgfNI/AAAAAAAADHE/j5lJytTLv1w/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633435168327892178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UBBqcy89UQ/Ti369juSyFI/AAAAAAAADG8/Hmgq7N6_QMw/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UBBqcy89UQ/Ti369juSyFI/AAAAAAAADG8/Hmgq7N6_QMw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434644378732626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fvPoGEFascs/Ti369Zm50lI/AAAAAAAADG0/BQs-Ih3yZCg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fvPoGEFascs/Ti369Zm50lI/AAAAAAAADG0/BQs-Ih3yZCg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434641663382098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCavKSGQTbo/Ti369eAhe3I/AAAAAAAADGs/m3umUsuYMzE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bCavKSGQTbo/Ti369eAhe3I/AAAAAAAADGs/m3umUsuYMzE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434642844580722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEf_DilDei8/Ti369NuKg_I/AAAAAAAADGk/BDb_mp7ZdUI/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CEf_DilDei8/Ti369NuKg_I/AAAAAAAADGk/BDb_mp7ZdUI/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434638472610802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LyinntfWw2w/Ti369IbXz4I/AAAAAAAADGc/HPsnr6UVf8Y/s1600/278428_261703373847113_100000223576769_1261275_1921477_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LyinntfWw2w/Ti369IbXz4I/AAAAAAAADGc/HPsnr6UVf8Y/s400/278428_261703373847113_100000223576769_1261275_1921477_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633434637051613058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final product! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;conclusion&lt;/i&gt; : i love green and red. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4026910426782809356?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4026910426782809356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4026910426782809356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/07/creamy-parmesan-polenta.html' title='creamy parmesan polenta'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHzomJN_rpQ/Ti37cJYTAxI/AAAAAAAADHM/oBhIWv9Cuw0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8496614931709334642</id><published>2011-07-21T12:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:33:47.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky toss</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFoajnKvQ8/Tiew_EN2ZmI/AAAAAAAADGU/Cs8pyl7pTsQ/s1600/4176106873_3e6c4387ae.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFoajnKvQ8/Tiew_EN2ZmI/AAAAAAAADGU/Cs8pyl7pTsQ/s400/4176106873_3e6c4387ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631664456560174690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;*DaisyD's skin is on tumblr? whoa! i thought it was just another &lt;a href="http://gandalfsgallery.blogspot.com/2010/06/vincent-van-gogh-branch-of-almond-tree.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;design&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is Thursday. there would be one day left before i go back to Arau *sigh* it's not like i don't want to go back there. to me, Arau is kind of a &lt;s&gt;hot&lt;/s&gt; cool place to stay, i mean i am officially lives there and my friends are there and i'm currently studying there but you know what? home is certainly different like what they said "&lt;i&gt;home sweet home&lt;/i&gt;". now i understand the feelings of people studying overseas or away from their home and parents for a long time, when they came back there's this one feeling that makes you feel, i just don't know how to interpret it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's only 2 months or plus that i'm away from home but it just felt great to be home. last Saturday morning, when i reached Klang station, i felt like "OMG i have reach Klang. this is my hometown!" you know that feeling? a big grin spread on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had achieved few of my goals when i reached home; power up my specs, bought shoes ( i had already discard 3 of my shoes in Arau ), watch HARRY POTTER! and i only finished 3 things out of 9 in my to do list. haihh oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, my mom's birthday is on 25th July so i'm trying to finish the present that i make for her and in order for it to be a surprise, please don't tell my mom about this. heehee :) clue; i'm a romantic type. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : it's raining heavily and i'm trying to finish my assignments. haihh what a great pleasure today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8496614931709334642?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8496614931709334642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8496614931709334642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/07/pinky-toss.html' title='pinky toss'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cQFoajnKvQ8/Tiew_EN2ZmI/AAAAAAAADGU/Cs8pyl7pTsQ/s72-c/4176106873_3e6c4387ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-24735229712504060</id><published>2011-07-19T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:55:47.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlemisspaintbrush.tumblr.com/post/7760848020/it-is-our-choices-harry-that-show-what-we-truly"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZkrjDRKVUo/TiTxJ6fUcHI/AAAAAAAADGM/Lfe-1NxzObM/s400/tumblr_loj6mvpGBJ1qcgzvno1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630890586741698674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.&lt;/i&gt;” - Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite lessons from Harry Potter. It is always our choices that make us, it is always up to us. It is not where we’re from, or what we can do that defines us. We should not let the circumstances overcome us, we should be the ones affecting these circumstances. People are different from each other because of the choices they make, not because of their abilities and disabilities. Life is what we make it &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul&lt;/i&gt;” - Invictus, William Ernest Henley&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;quote from &lt;a href="http://littlemisspaintbrush.tumblr.com/post/7760848020/it-is-our-choices-harry-that-show-what-we-truly"&gt;&lt;u&gt;littlemisspaintbrush&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-24735229712504060?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/24735229712504060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/24735229712504060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZkrjDRKVUo/TiTxJ6fUcHI/AAAAAAAADGM/Lfe-1NxzObM/s72-c/tumblr_loj6mvpGBJ1qcgzvno1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6271459588384310653</id><published>2011-07-05T23:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:41:01.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee gelato</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1w5f3OY77yA/ThMvkKKUyGI/AAAAAAAADFk/KM-bJHSnPYg/s1600/2011-07-04%2B11.37.53.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1w5f3OY77yA/ThMvkKKUyGI/AAAAAAAADFk/KM-bJHSnPYg/s400/2011-07-04%2B11.37.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625892657765337186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i'm chilling at my dorm while one of roommates is doing her tutorial. i just got back from eating at a restaurant near the arau matriculation and i'm so full right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning i had fundamentals of Islam. wearing my new white wedges that i bought at Alor Setar, i walked to the class. 50 minutes later, i had fundamentals of computer problem solving class. we had to do this tutorial about coding. here, i just like to say that i love that subject. like really really love it fullstop. after another 50 minutes passed, i had some speech to attend together with my coursemates and other courses about i-learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh last Saturday at 10.30 am, i had a test for subject Discrete Mathematics or MAT210. i just don't want to recall anything that happened in that period of time. before the test, Aqi, Aini and Diela came to my dorm to study for the test from 12 am to 3 am. we were just came back from the library then i asked them if they wanted to continue studying at my room and they agreed so, after buying Nescafe and Boss, we started studying again. that night, it rained heavily and i was so cold. the three of them were cold too. luckily i have my own blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rV7elDFY2U/Tg7acM2ymQI/AAAAAAAADFc/K9oAyFGxx1c/s1600/2011-07-02%2B01.58.40.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rV7elDFY2U/Tg7acM2ymQI/AAAAAAAADFc/K9oAyFGxx1c/s400/2011-07-02%2B01.58.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624673162654554370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our Nescafe and Boss for that night! sorry mummy, i can't stay away from Nescafe anymore!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i just want to rest. i have account class that starts at 8 am tomorrow and has a very long gap after that before the next class, algorithm development that starts at 2.30 pm. well, night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQy_0t40S4Y/ThM7_WNO0SI/AAAAAAAADGE/Grvae_I7uwM/s1600/2011-07-04%2B11.59.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQy_0t40S4Y/ThM7_WNO0SI/AAAAAAAADGE/Grvae_I7uwM/s400/2011-07-04%2B11.59.19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625906318994755874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my white wedges is on the left side&lt;br /&gt;the right side is Diela's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu4d1nhNF78/ThM6FW_xLlI/AAAAAAAADF8/aCjWqr5z9Hc/s1600/2011-07-04%2B18.40.40.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu4d1nhNF78/ThM6FW_xLlI/AAAAAAAADF8/aCjWqr5z9Hc/s400/2011-07-04%2B18.40.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625904223262682706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diela &amp; I yesterday in account class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NMUroeyrFM/ThM5X8LBzaI/AAAAAAAADF0/GaZQh45kbfo/s1600/2011-07-05%2B11.33.42.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NMUroeyrFM/ThM5X8LBzaI/AAAAAAAADF0/GaZQh45kbfo/s400/2011-07-05%2B11.33.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625903442968038818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &amp; this is today while we were waiting for the speech to start. i don't know what we were looking at that time&lt;br /&gt;OMG Diela, what are you? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMHk4l2CKu0/ThM3ztfYXXI/AAAAAAAADFs/UG6Mlqibmg0/s1600/2011-07-05%2B11.40.29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMHk4l2CKu0/ThM3ztfYXXI/AAAAAAAADFs/UG6Mlqibmg0/s400/2011-07-05%2B11.40.29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625901721039953266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, Diela, Aqi and Aini !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6271459588384310653?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6271459588384310653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6271459588384310653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/07/coffee-gelato.html' title='coffee gelato'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1w5f3OY77yA/ThMvkKKUyGI/AAAAAAAADFk/KM-bJHSnPYg/s72-c/2011-07-04%2B11.37.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7531415277891480896</id><published>2011-06-29T08:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:56:23.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honey hazelnuts</title><content type='html'>currently it's 8 in the morning on Wednesday and i think this is the fourth day that my morning in Arau is full with mist. so, i had a delicious meal last night near the pejabat pos mini inside my campus. actually, i was on my way to the PI to hear a speech about Isra' Mikraj with my roommates and Wada but then they wanted to eat first and because i was so hungry at that time i followed them. OMG their kuey teow was the best! it was so hot too i started to sweat after few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had a class in the lab and we had to do our own programming. while i was thinking about it i thought of something. this is my programming. it's really simple, really but i was having so much fun doing the coding i felt kind of stupid after that just because i made my own programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prWpa7jJglg/TgqAJgmL42I/AAAAAAAADEk/rpybr-R5OmQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prWpa7jJglg/TgqAJgmL42I/AAAAAAAADEk/rpybr-R5OmQ/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447985582760802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a program asking you your phone number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfv1PFZxPFw/TgqAJaruDsI/AAAAAAAADEc/BiylrLsRLVw/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfv1PFZxPFw/TgqAJaruDsI/AAAAAAAADEc/BiylrLsRLVw/s400/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447983995358914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMQYZTPQTM/TgqAJFFZDcI/AAAAAAAADEU/RTXMoF-VP38/s1600/Untitled2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMQYZTPQTM/TgqAJFFZDcI/AAAAAAAADEU/RTXMoF-VP38/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447978197454274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you said "Y" then, it will come out a saying like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HLD-IAV56k/TgqAIxIlf1I/AAAAAAAADEM/LZi39KmM-AQ/s1600/Untitled3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HLD-IAV56k/TgqAIxIlf1I/AAAAAAAADEM/LZi39KmM-AQ/s400/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447972842143570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you said "N" then it will go &lt;i&gt;OMG you're so annoying -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later after that class, i thought i wanted to go back to college but Aqi and Aini wanted to have lunch so in the end the two of them plus Diela, Zahidah, MJ and I went to eat nasi ayam at the &lt;i&gt;mushroom&lt;/i&gt; plus &lt;i&gt;roti impit&lt;/i&gt;. yummeh~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! &amp; this is my group's family pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9SG1r62qPk/TgqEsMo_n0I/AAAAAAAADFU/ITCuD6uiMZg/s1600/264444_1596532212824_1821540600_1005200_1778695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9SG1r62qPk/TgqEsMo_n0I/AAAAAAAADFU/ITCuD6uiMZg/s400/264444_1596532212824_1821540600_1005200_1778695_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452979567763266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuVVCb_AfT4/TgqEWKR6m8I/AAAAAAAADFM/R1ecls1ZY2s/s1600/268043_1596533652860_1821540600_1005203_4638163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuVVCb_AfT4/TgqEWKR6m8I/AAAAAAAADFM/R1ecls1ZY2s/s400/268043_1596533652860_1821540600_1005203_4638163_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452600976972738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6XOYb-CtTc/TgqEVs4clqI/AAAAAAAADFE/k3MBeqVYMdw/s1600/271185_1596534052870_1821540600_1005204_3480385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6XOYb-CtTc/TgqEVs4clqI/AAAAAAAADFE/k3MBeqVYMdw/s400/271185_1596534052870_1821540600_1005204_3480385_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452593085519522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GU5HVLE_8lk/TgqEVC5YWqI/AAAAAAAADE8/GX8wbpVUm0k/s1600/267890_1596532652835_1821540600_1005201_6857917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GU5HVLE_8lk/TgqEVC5YWqI/AAAAAAAADE8/GX8wbpVUm0k/s400/267890_1596532652835_1821540600_1005201_6857917_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452581815147170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXDz8EWtNuU/TgqEU8T6VMI/AAAAAAAADE0/VlL1sOEOxkY/s1600/264575_1596533092846_1821540600_1005202_6663170_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXDz8EWtNuU/TgqEU8T6VMI/AAAAAAAADE0/VlL1sOEOxkY/s400/264575_1596533092846_1821540600_1005202_6663170_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452580047377602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5cQHparUak/TgqEU3o3PoI/AAAAAAAADEs/CS2IutyR3LI/s1600/260071_1596535612909_1821540600_1005205_1184537_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5cQHparUak/TgqEU3o3PoI/AAAAAAAADEs/CS2IutyR3LI/s400/260071_1596535612909_1821540600_1005205_1184537_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623452578793078402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7531415277891480896?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7531415277891480896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7531415277891480896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/06/honey-hazelnuts.html' title='honey hazelnuts'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-prWpa7jJglg/TgqAJgmL42I/AAAAAAAADEk/rpybr-R5OmQ/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-5100614106237028295</id><published>2011-06-19T20:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:44:49.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackberry jelly</title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for my roommates to come back from HAFA to buy food. i know i'm kind of lazy to go down. while korean songs (&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;) blasting through DaisyD, i tried to think back about what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, somewhere at 5.50 am my alarm rang and i rose from my bed. usually there would be sound of showers when i woke up since my dorm is near to the toilet but this morning, i didn't heard any single sound that came from outside of my dorm. so i thought did i set my alarm wrong? i waited for 10 more minutes and tried to listen to any sounds but i heard none. i can't wait anymore so i just went to the toilet alone after waking up my roommates. the story of ghosts kept on playing on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, around 7.15 am my roommates and i went to HAFA to buy our breakfast. my group's girls came down one by one and my roommates went to DSS first and i hang out for awhile with my group's girls and they were talking about ghosts -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F3CmBjjAF4/Tf4JlKtOhdI/AAAAAAAADEE/mFT45nDMGLw/s1600/2011-06-19%2B08.34.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F3CmBjjAF4/Tf4JlKtOhdI/AAAAAAAADEE/mFT45nDMGLw/s400/2011-06-19%2B08.34.29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619939919138817490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, students from semester one had a module something about personal development which started at 8.30 am until 5 pm. we were gathered at DSS first to hear about a speech that ended at 10.30 am then proceed to HEP to take our bread and mineral water. we were divided into i don't know how many groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that group, it was divided again into four groups. before that we were seated around and had to introduce ourselves. in that split of four groups, we did a lot of presentations. my group got topics about, &lt;i&gt;school versus university&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;places and people to search for information and how to confirm it&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; what happen to UiTM after 25 years&lt;/i&gt;. we even did our testament and acted like we will die tomorrow. (okay, i think i forgot what else that we did) i admit, i cried a little writing that testament to my mom. HAHA! and it was kind of embarrassing. haihh. but still i love my mom! woohooo! &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVX8hz116Hc/Tf4Jk0HrRoI/AAAAAAAADD8/lLs2ZR-6qFk/s1600/2011-06-19%2B13.54.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVX8hz116Hc/Tf4Jk0HrRoI/AAAAAAAADD8/lLs2ZR-6qFk/s400/2011-06-19%2B13.54.49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619939913075738242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-5100614106237028295?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5100614106237028295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5100614106237028295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/06/blackberry-jelly.html' title='blackberry jelly'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F3CmBjjAF4/Tf4JlKtOhdI/AAAAAAAADEE/mFT45nDMGLw/s72-c/2011-06-19%2B08.34.29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-5753618296835576762</id><published>2011-06-18T21:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:27:03.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grilled mozzarella</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRnSALlnH_I/Tfyxv6PU_GI/AAAAAAAADDs/StsSrfqWBv4/s1600/2011-06-18%2B17.49.48.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRnSALlnH_I/Tfyxv6PU_GI/AAAAAAAADDs/StsSrfqWBv4/s400/2011-06-18%2B17.49.48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619561871697050722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm listening to korean songs and my two roommates have to listen to it since i'm playing it loud. HAHA! sorry girls. anyway, this evening, my university football team was in a final versus UNITEN at our stadium and proud to say my university football team had won! HAHA! i went to see the game with Diela and from our college we walked to the stadium. from far, i had already heard the cheering and i felt excited all of sudden. we sat under the tree and started to focus on the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, in that game, our main goalkeeper was given a red card in the second game, so went in the reserve goolkeeper and OMG he was funny. he went in with full confident but the way he ran was cute! HAHA! i don't know how to explain it but it was just cute and then the way he caught the ball was just funny. the game ended with result 4-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh again, last Thursday on 16th June, i had AGM for COSMIT, my course association. went there with my group's girls and had time for camera for awhile then the event started. there was this one time, when a 4.0 senior gave a speech about how he got that result last semester. when i heard his result i was wowed and very jealous. on first semester he got 3.84, second semester was 3.94, third semester was 3.94. don't you feel my jealousy? don't you? haihh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xL1SPQq04AY/TfzA6FCV5dI/AAAAAAAADD0/cLU6ERG7hes/s1600/2011-06-16%2B20.26.13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xL1SPQq04AY/TfzA6FCV5dI/AAAAAAAADD0/cLU6ERG7hes/s400/2011-06-16%2B20.26.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619578539068483026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few of my group mates and i before AGM starts&lt;br /&gt;there's 6 more girls though&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the AGM ended almost 12 am and when Diela and i arrived at our dorm, we rushed to print our assignment that need to send in that Friday morning. i was literally tired and i even had a roleplay for English class at 8 am and later quiz for Mathematics class. there was a 50 minutes gap between English class and Mathematics class so that was the time that we revised for the quiz. fortunately, i felt that the quiz was easy so i felt relieved after the quiz ended and went to buy cappuccino on my way back to college with Diela. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 2 pm, my roommate, Zati (&lt;i&gt;i know, she had the same name with me. HAH!&lt;/i&gt;) and i went to KESAT activity that starts at 3 pm and end at 5 pm. we're lucky because we have a nice instructor. when i was back again at the college, i'm just glad it was all over and i'm just waiting for the next day to come with open arms and mind. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 1 : there's going to be module tomorrow for students for semester one. well, i'm going to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2 : there will also be an account quiz. i forgot when but i'm definitely need some guidance for that subject. haihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 3 : i have finally bought KTM ticket to go back to Klang! Mummy, wait for me baby! HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-5753618296835576762?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5753618296835576762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5753618296835576762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/06/grilled-mozzarella.html' title='grilled mozzarella'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRnSALlnH_I/Tfyxv6PU_GI/AAAAAAAADDs/StsSrfqWBv4/s72-c/2011-06-18%2B17.49.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-407435654334602464</id><published>2011-06-14T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:52:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double chocolate truffle cupcake</title><content type='html'>currently, i'm having break from classes. there's going to be another two classes after this. okay, so this morning, the first class was Fundamentals of Islam and i was trying hard to not close my eyes and be in a deep slumber so i took out the sweets that i bought yesterday night after i came from a night class. and then went another sweets in my mouth. and another one. then one more until the class ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next class, Fundamentals of Computer Problem Solving. we had a quiz and i thought the quiz had a standard total of questions so last night with a burger in my right hand, i studied for that subject until i was almost unconscious sitting on the study chair but what was inside that one piece of paper were phases of program development life cycle, asked to do problem specification, pseudocode and flowchart and i even did few careless mistakes. haihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, next class was in the lab so my group went there and like three weeks ago, there was no lecturer so we ended up &lt;i&gt;messing&lt;/i&gt; with the computers there. i mean, Diela and I were looking at the software inside the computer. we were trying to copy the software so that we can use (&lt;i&gt;HAHA i know, it failed&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, there was a presentation about types of phobia and in English class and we had to come up with a new phobia. i admit, my cheeks were almost bursting because of my teammates' comments about the phobia plus with their actions about the phobia, i think i almost gone insane from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxNr39mzQTA/Tfb2C2qSzzI/AAAAAAAADDk/4vdv2GjNjfA/s1600/2011-06-13%2B12.48.53.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxNr39mzQTA/Tfb2C2qSzzI/AAAAAAAADDk/4vdv2GjNjfA/s400/2011-06-13%2B12.48.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617948114084351794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new type of phobia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O66JFv0A-wk/Tfb2CNQnnvI/AAAAAAAADDc/FZqFjJMA6mg/s1600/2011-06-13%2B12.48.33.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O66JFv0A-wk/Tfb2CNQnnvI/AAAAAAAADDc/FZqFjJMA6mg/s400/2011-06-13%2B12.48.33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617948102970810098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the other group's presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, need to get ready for the next two classes, Mathematics class and English class. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-407435654334602464?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/407435654334602464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/407435654334602464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/06/double-chocolate-truffle-cupcake.html' title='double chocolate truffle cupcake'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxNr39mzQTA/Tfb2C2qSzzI/AAAAAAAADDk/4vdv2GjNjfA/s72-c/2011-06-13%2B12.48.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3495103202800743625</id><published>2011-06-12T22:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T13:04:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry cupcake</title><content type='html'>it was a tiring day today and yesterday. Saturday, woke up 5.50 am, woke up my roommates then reached my towel and went straight to the bathroom. the bathroom was deserted and flashes of stories about ghosts appeared suddenly in my mind but since i was actually half conscious, i just ignored those thoughts and proceed to the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my roommate and i went to &lt;i&gt;padang kawad&lt;/i&gt; somewhere around 7.10 am and waited for the student intensive to start. i even had time to take a nap for awhile waiting for others to come. then, at 8 am, the intensive started, sang Negaraku and &lt;i&gt;Wawasan Setia Warga UiTM &lt;/i&gt;(which is my current favourite song. HAHA!) and then, the drill practice started. we drill for four hours and the weather was triple hot but our instructor was kind and he gave us two breaks between the practice and then 12 pm sharp, we were released to go back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Zohor, i had plan with my two roommates to go to Kuala Perlis to eat! i know it's kind of far for the only purpose of eating but we don't really care about it. we thought of going to KTM first to buy tickets for us to go back home this upcoming semester break but later found out that we can buy the tickets probably two weeks later. i heard that the bus tickets had already sold out so train is the only way of me going back home for semester break and i only can hope it doesn't sold out that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we called the taxi driver and he sent us to Kuala Perlis. the stalls were just opened and we had the chance to eat with full view of the ocean. three hours later, we went back to college, stomach fulled and satay in our hands. that night, one of my roommates and i went for AGM for band club. they did some presentations about last semester activities and few performances and only at 10 something pm almost to 11 pm it ended. we felt tired on the way back to our college but when my roommate and i reached our dorm, we decided to eat the satay. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day which is today, my two roommates went to Padang Besar and i stayed in my dorm and went online. i was thinking about doing my assignment for subject CSC118 which will be send in this Friday but i'm a bit clueless about it so i search for information aimlessly and got bored few hours later. so i decided to start searching for songs and listened to it. a friend of my roommates came and visited and in the end, we watched yongseo's episodes until my two roommates came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5 pm, i went to a PC Fair at Kangar with my two classmates and later went to shop for awhile and ate sweet corns cup. then later we proceed to KFC. HAHA! i don't how much i have eaten here in Perlis but definitely more than my usual before this and i am definitely liking the way it is now. non-stop eating. i just hope that i'm not gaining that much weight or else i would be having to control my time of eating and need to jog every evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExNXshTkqy8/TfTVj71nvyI/AAAAAAAADDU/jNhSOumjQvk/s1600/2011-05-31%2B08.21.09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExNXshTkqy8/TfTVj71nvyI/AAAAAAAADDU/jNhSOumjQvk/s400/2011-05-31%2B08.21.09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617349448572583714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having breakfast with my classmates when a cat looked at me with its shy eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBf2V9DYy68/TfTVjmaWivI/AAAAAAAADDM/hleYtWru4N0/s1600/2011-06-01%2B14.20.06.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBf2V9DYy68/TfTVjmaWivI/AAAAAAAADDM/hleYtWru4N0/s400/2011-06-01%2B14.20.06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617349442821065458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago in class while waiting for lecturer to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AF77rGfA7Fw/TfTVjLzMAiI/AAAAAAAADDE/e-jK9TNXb3w/s1600/2011-06-01%2B14.20.30.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AF77rGfA7Fw/TfTVjLzMAiI/AAAAAAAADDE/e-jK9TNXb3w/s400/2011-06-01%2B14.20.30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617349435677475362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few of my classmates. weeeeee~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY-sQ46c_EY/TfTViuC-6hI/AAAAAAAADC8/JxzbjwOfnJ8/s1600/2011-06-10%2B07.28.24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IY-sQ46c_EY/TfTViuC-6hI/AAAAAAAADC8/JxzbjwOfnJ8/s400/2011-06-10%2B07.28.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617349427690662418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flyer for AGM for band club. i have a habit of taking pictures of those kind of things now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq6oFgU6Eo8/TfTViQ6buCI/AAAAAAAADC0/rdHdnCHqTP4/s1600/2011-06-11%2B16.17.46.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bq6oFgU6Eo8/TfTViQ6buCI/AAAAAAAADC0/rdHdnCHqTP4/s400/2011-06-11%2B16.17.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617349419870173218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... the view of the ocean at Kuala Perlis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 1 : yeay! bluetooth is now working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2 : i really need to finish my assignment A.S.A.P! and first quiz is this Tuesday. i am so not ready for it. haihh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3495103202800743625?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3495103202800743625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3495103202800743625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/06/strawberry-cupcake.html' title='strawberry cupcake'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExNXshTkqy8/TfTVj71nvyI/AAAAAAAADDU/jNhSOumjQvk/s72-c/2011-05-31%2B08.21.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4926979019074143981</id><published>2011-06-10T17:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:23:30.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mango cream cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamabakasi.deviantart.com/art/tea-212480557?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=24"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3__D9moG474/TfIDa8YtraI/AAAAAAAADCs/5O23j3AzyQw/s400/_tea__by_mamabakasi-d3ii71p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616555446705696162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from curriculum activity. roughly, it takes about probably 10 to 15 minutes from college to the&lt;i&gt; padang kawad&lt;/i&gt;. one of my roommates and i are in the same group so lucky for me i have a friend to go to the activity. we'll have student intensive for part 1 tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock until 12 pm. the activity? drill for four straight hours. it's going to be a tiring day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's been so long since i post something here. this time, i really don't have much time to sit in front of DaisyD and type anything that i wanted to type. a lot of things had happened to me for the last two to three weeks. i mean, it's a long duration so surely there are lot of things happening. there were times when i had times, i started to type and wanting to post something but in the end, i deleted it and waited for another free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today i only had two classes. one from 8 am to 9.50 am then from 11 am to 11.50 am. between those classes, one of the girls from my group, Diela and I went to sit at one of the bench under the tree. i think that is one of my favourite spots to hang out before another class starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the evening, as i told earlier, my roommate and i went for curriculum activity and lucky for us, the weather was so nice and the wind was blowing softly and our instructor was kind and our commander was funny. HAHA! but i don't know about tomorrow though. probably we might get a fierce commander and the weather would be so hot that it'll burn our skin. who might know what will happen in the future. i can only pray so that the weather would be cool tomorrow at least until 12 pm. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and tomorrow might be a really really busy day for me. haihh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 1 : congratulations to my cousin, Abang Rafiq for getting married today with his girlfriend from high school. OMG i can't believe you're already married. HAHA! i wish i was there but unfortunately Selangor and Perlis are so far! huaaaaa~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s 2 : DaisyD's bluetooth is not functioning right now and i have a lot of pictures to be shared. does anyone know how to refunction the bluetooth? i've already done almost anything for it to be refunctioning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4926979019074143981?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4926979019074143981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4926979019074143981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/06/mango-cream-cheese.html' title='mango cream cheese'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3__D9moG474/TfIDa8YtraI/AAAAAAAADCs/5O23j3AzyQw/s72-c/_tea__by_mamabakasi-d3ii71p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2261961768309056944</id><published>2011-05-29T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:43:31.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream waffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWeM5tcG1A/TeJfVxfZHEI/AAAAAAAADCA/VsTjodPCF98/s1600/2011-05-28%2B23.14.01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWeM5tcG1A/TeJfVxfZHEI/AAAAAAAADCA/VsTjodPCF98/s400/2011-05-28%2B23.14.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612152913323957314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes will be starting tomorrow yet i still don't know where are the location of my classes and tomorrow my class starts at 8 am. i guess i need to be out of my college building one hour early to search for my class. anyway, today my roommates and i together with one of my roommate's friend went to the town to buy some stuffs. so much things to buy and what was more, the items look intimidating for me to buy but i just closed my eyes and walk away from the items that i shouldn't waste my money on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the food. the food was just too intimidating. in the end, i just bought a pack of sweets. well, while i was staying away from those items, i saw bean, my senior (&lt;i&gt;i found this expression is kind of funny to use to him&lt;/i&gt;) laughing with his friends from far and i actually didn't had any intention to say hi to him that moment because he was having fun. HAHA! dude, did i said i was shy? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later we had lunch at this one &lt;i&gt;ayam berempah&lt;/i&gt; restaurant and i'm curious as why was this restaurant doesn't had many customers. my curiosity just left in mystery. i thought of buying few clothes too but unfortunately there were none to my liking so we left the town and went back to college. now, i'm alone in my dorm since my roommates have a meeting with their course seniors. oh well, might as well went to iron my clothes. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ImGdqe-L8/TeJorXhdE6I/AAAAAAAADCY/ZdC42QxpiEI/s1600/2011-05-29%2B22.12.08.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T2ImGdqe-L8/TeJorXhdE6I/AAAAAAAADCY/ZdC42QxpiEI/s400/2011-05-29%2B22.12.08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612163179915056034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my study table. yes, i'm currently boiling water for future days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S1JNggZ_8o/TeJorO-0drI/AAAAAAAADCQ/Jh2AiI5RYkE/s1600/2011-05-29%2B22.13.17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S1JNggZ_8o/TeJorO-0drI/AAAAAAAADCQ/Jh2AiI5RYkE/s400/2011-05-29%2B22.13.17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612163177622304434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brO3iy3BAXE/TeJoqq1h3XI/AAAAAAAADCI/eAQvZ1rs5D4/s1600/2011-05-29%2B22.16.11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-brO3iy3BAXE/TeJoqq1h3XI/AAAAAAAADCI/eAQvZ1rs5D4/s400/2011-05-29%2B22.16.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612163167919660402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall look. guess it's not that awesome but still it's a place i call home for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2261961768309056944?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2261961768309056944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2261961768309056944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/ice-cream-waffle.html' title='ice cream waffle'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWeM5tcG1A/TeJfVxfZHEI/AAAAAAAADCA/VsTjodPCF98/s72-c/2011-05-28%2B23.14.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7591513008543140158</id><published>2011-05-28T11:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:03:41.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sticky bun</title><content type='html'>i'm finally in a college at Arau. it was a hectic week as soon as i reached campus to register and MDS or orientation week started that evening. met my roommates at the dorm, then we went downstairs to gather and started our MDS. well, our week were full with activities and we would walked from one place to another. no stopping because time is precious and sometimes i didn't felt my feet and dragged them and walk like a zombie. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the MDS started from Saturday, 21st May until Friday 27 May. i thought it would end today but turned out they wanted the boys only so the girls are free. so after my two roommates and i had lunch we went to see our class schedule then to the HEP building. we thought of going to the library after that but turned out it was closed so we went to search for our classes and we kind of don't know which way we should be going. probably we'll be going back to the buildings to find classes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, since yesterday was the end for our MDS, the OCs made a sketch (?) and at the end, they made us cried. now i know why they put girls inside the hall and the boys outside the hall. anyway, the introduction, they made all the male OCs to do a series of emotion actions and it was freaking funny i thought my stomach would explode! HAHA! okay, i'm exaggerating but still it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db73bbf189582a3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb73bbf189582a3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39A556D560255053254D5A6A9C6BA1FAD946E3D4.78B587A62CADD5691F5FCBABD2272794592DCA8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb73bbf189582a3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyHvpJeosU4d2BqjYWHkjvQjQjgY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb73bbf189582a3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39A556D560255053254D5A6A9C6BA1FAD946E3D4.78B587A62CADD5691F5FCBABD2272794592DCA8B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb73bbf189582a3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyHvpJeosU4d2BqjYWHkjvQjQjgY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the video that i captured during the introduction. well, the lights are kind of off so please bear with it and it was almost to the end part of the introduction. i should have recorded it from the start of the introduction. haihh. anyway, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to talk about my MDS. well, since Arau is so hot we were like bathing in our own sweat until midnight. though many people complained about it but to me it was kind of fun. we even had an explore race around the campus though it was kind of like &lt;i&gt;merentas desa&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3ewf87ywc/TeDN_HpINNI/AAAAAAAADB4/ZJMBefAaB_k/s1600/2011-05-27%2B19.19.55.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3ewf87ywc/TeDN_HpINNI/AAAAAAAADB4/ZJMBefAaB_k/s400/2011-05-27%2B19.19.55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611711619970643154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one wearing red was the lead of female disciplines OCs.&lt;br /&gt;she can walk real fast. like really really really fast!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! my roommates, both of them are from Selangor and i thought there were few of Selangor people who are here in campus Arau but later i found out that majority of us come from Selangor. my faculty here in Arau only had two courses, Computer Science and Quantitative Science but to compare between this two courses, Quantitative Science had the most students. in one course we were divided into groups and i'm in the last group, group 6. originally, my group should consist of 30 people but we only had 25 people with only 10 girls. even to compare with other courses from other faculties, Quantitative Science wins the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7591513008543140158?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7591513008543140158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7591513008543140158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/sticky-bun.html' title='sticky bun'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3ewf87ywc/TeDN_HpINNI/AAAAAAAADB4/ZJMBefAaB_k/s72-c/2011-05-27%2B19.19.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1241449343139920265</id><published>2011-05-19T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:46:22.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate truffles</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://kkart.deviantart.com/art/Old-Fords-And-Farms-209447217?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=27"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzn5P3wKNc4/TdVIQC6Pr0I/AAAAAAAADBw/Xpyh0VTjnHY/s400/old_fords_and_farms_by_kkart-d3gp6i9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608468351456096066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching KBSW with my mom this evening, it was a variety show called Win Win. i thought i might as well watched it before going to Arau tomorrow. this show is about calling an individual who was or is still an artist and have a session of Q&amp;amp;A and randomly talk about their past, their carrier, their life, etc. it's kind of like a talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the individual who was the guest of the show was &lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljxq398Zwg1qzjb8ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kim Wan Sun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. honestly, i don't know about this woman. the emcees said that that woman is a Madonna Korea. so i can imagine her time when she was popular. there were talking about their past when some of what they were talking about caught my attention. apparently, she debut as a singer when she was 17 years old and her manager was her aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her aunt was very strict with her. her aunt didn't let her eat, her aunt never even compliment her, never counted her ideas, never even listened to her or tried to ask her opinion, she was really treated like a puppet and like her aunt was holding a remote control controlling her life. she never even had a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that she was having difficulties with her life when she was a teenager and when she reached 20 years old she started to ask herself if that was what she wanted to do because she didn't felt happy doing her job anymore, singing on stage and what was more her aunt was controlling and overprotecting her. she even almost gave up her life, wanting to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, people thought she was living a happy life since she was popular but the fact that her aunt was controlling her life, she can't took it anymore. there was one of her songs that talked about her experience with her aunt. her story was really sad but she is now moving on and try to think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes i thought people are living a good life, talking with cheerful face, always have people beside them but the thing is what we see on the outside doesn't mean it's the same with the inside. that's what life is right? having challenging and difficult time surface in front of us and yet we thought we had the most painful time among others but what we don't know is that there are billions of people on earth that are facing the same pain but with different situation but we are being ignorant and started to think of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should be more positive and not thinking of giving up. when you're thinking of giving up it means you just don't care about yourself anymore and that would be a waste because your life is precious. there are more to come and we have to overcome it to reach higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1241449343139920265?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1241449343139920265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1241449343139920265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/chocolate-truffles.html' title='chocolate truffles'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzn5P3wKNc4/TdVIQC6Pr0I/AAAAAAAADBw/Xpyh0VTjnHY/s72-c/old_fords_and_farms_by_kkart-d3gp6i9.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6951911907786982229</id><published>2011-05-19T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:52:41.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steakhouse mushroom burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_0c4c6a1d-ddf1-9f14-5584-261950b40b0e.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://gickr.com/results4/anim_0c4c6a1d-ddf1-9f14-5584-261950b40b0e.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rechecking my stuffs before going to Arau. it's going to be a very long journey and i am definitely don't want any of my stuffs to be left at home later. it's a total of four bulky bags. blergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday, my mom and i went to JJ to settle some stuffs and i begged my mom to have lunch at Vivo. i wanted to eat their meatball bolognese and i would like to really thank my mom for fulfilling it. HAHA! i'm going to miss that meal. then we went around for a walk for digestion. we didn't do much, just look around, searching for safety pins then on the way back, drop by at a shop that sells lock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before yesterday, was my birthday. hehe. and i want to thank everyone who wish me and pray for my success in Arau. well, that day, Faz and Iera came to my house to drop by my cake then picked me up to go and watch movie! on the way, we picked up Izyan and we were off to our destination! met yaz and nurna there and we went to buy the tickets. after few minutes, we decided to watch &lt;a href="http://cleverbirdbanter.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/paul_alien_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that movie was hilarious. there was this one scene where Paul, the alien was driving and was about to crash into something. at that time i was just sipping my drink and i was kind of shocked so i screamed a little. HAHA! oh, after we bought the tickets, we went karaoke-ing. mai T came by and chilled with us before she went i don't know where and nurna had to go too. so in the end it was only the five of us, iera, faz, yaz, izyan and i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to the &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt;. it was already night and faz sent us all home. my day ended with a hot night because there was no electricity just because of a freaking coconut tree getting on the way of the electricity wire cable. blergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bx_bwV3gqM/TdSgmwFWbqI/AAAAAAAADBo/wR-50ZttW88/s1600/iera720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bx_bwV3gqM/TdSgmwFWbqI/AAAAAAAADBo/wR-50ZttW88/s400/iera720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608284023585926818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the chance to do this at POPULAR when i was going out with my friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO7jF170IZQ/TdSgmuvohZI/AAAAAAAADBg/ZhaUIeEq1Zc/s1600/2011-05-18%2B15.27.04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO7jF170IZQ/TdSgmuvohZI/AAAAAAAADBg/ZhaUIeEq1Zc/s400/2011-05-18%2B15.27.04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608284023226402194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the meatball bolognese. looking delicious right? HOHO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6951911907786982229?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6951911907786982229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6951911907786982229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/steakhouse-mushroom-burger.html' title='steakhouse mushroom burger'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Bx_bwV3gqM/TdSgmwFWbqI/AAAAAAAADBo/wR-50ZttW88/s72-c/iera720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6627137467107778128</id><published>2011-05-18T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:52:21.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://impatienss.deviantart.com/art/in-this-sweet-209329616?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=70"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gii73BZrTI/TdP0wg9hA-I/AAAAAAAADBQ/I73toW6Q8OA/s400/b582caee930d65d055f8578eabb22c44-d3gmnrk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608095075325248482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to post some things that i found from one of my friend's facebook. credits to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=687703628"&gt;alia&lt;/a&gt;. it's about those old time at primary school when we were very young and innocent and there were no psp, laptops, high tech phones, hard to get internet connections, etc. when there were only little entertainments that made us happy to be at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;budak-budak yang lahir pada tahun 70/80/90an mesti ingat masa sekolah rendah dulu: -&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;font color=red&gt; di sekolah ada salesman jual buku cerita. hari ni bagi list, esok minta duit beli walaupun cerita buku tu dah tahu. salesman susu pun macam tu juga.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if my mom is a teacher teaching at that school and gets the item for free i still asked for money to buy them. it was so much fun getting down from the stairs together with friends and run to the milk lorry. for the salesman that sells books, if we buy the books, we got to show it to the other students. HAHA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;font color=red&gt; di pusat sumber, budak-budak memang baca buku tapi hanya tengok gambar sahaja. bila ada program Nilam, sibuk semua nak pinjam buku.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;students who were desperate to win and had a lot of determination usually did this stuffs. HAHA! i remembered back then, my classmates and i were so enthusiastic to win that program Nilam we just grabbed every books that we could grabbed and wrote the synopsis without even bother to read it. HAHA!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;font color=red&gt; RMT di sekolah makanan tak sedap, tapi yang berduit pun join RMT, tak faham....&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;well, i didn't go and apply for that RMT but back then i used to eye them while eating at the canteen with my friends. they used to sit in one group far away from other students during recess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;pakai kotak pensel yg boleh buka depan belakang, lepas tu ada sharpener di tengah-tengah.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHA! i had one of those pencil case. back then, those pencil case was so cool because it can open at the back and at the front. it even had a sharpener! you know, since the mechanical pencil was not invented yet, we used to write using the wooden pencil and bite at the back of the pencil so we need the sharpener and it saved us energy to not go back and forth from our seat to the dustbin at the very back of the class. i don't know where is that pencil case of mine gone now. hmm. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;main lawan pemadam, sayang nak guna untuk padam. padahal itu fungsi sebenar, untuk padam!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the game was addictive! probably not as addictive as now but when i was a kid, my classmates and i usually played this game, shouting at each other, provoked each other, there were other students who were watching, cheering for the one who were playing. i mean it was so fun! i don't know how and when it was invented but it really passed our time in the class. then when teacher came in, the erasers were being taken and we pulled our face. the next day, there were another erasers. new and fresh. HAHA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;font color=red&gt; pakai pembaris yg bergerigi, kat dalam ada air lepas tu ada benda berkilat dalam air tu.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i cried when i lost the ruler. it was a trend back then, having that type of ruler. i don't know if it only applied to girls rather than boys but us girls got the chance to show it off and used it like a boss. HAHA! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;cikgu pakai pembaris kuning panjang. Ada pemegang di tengah-tengah tapi tak pernah nampak cikgu pegang pun di situ. * bulu ayam jd ramping kerana sering dijadikan rotan.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my classmates and i were terrified by that long, yellow ruler. it was used by teacher to make a straight line at the black board. back then, teachers were using chalks and not marker pen. we used to stole the chalks and doodled on the floor, the tables, pranked friends with doodling on their chairs so when they sat on the chairs the chalks got stuck at their butt and when the class ended and it was time to go home, we laughed at the mark until they cried. oh, i remembered when i was standard 4, my group of friends were being cane with the ruler at our hands until it was red by our science teacher and we didn't report that to our parents. but kids nowadays, even if their hands didn't went red they still report it to their parent. people do change. generation changes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;masa pendidikan seni, lukis semua boleh tapi bila masa mewarna semua hampeh. ada juga buat anyaman pakai kertas warna, kolaj la, ape la...&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love art time. because we got to play with the stuffs. the crayons, the water colours, the colour pencils, the paper colours, etc. i love to do all those things. my group of friends would gathered around in a circle or randomly near everybody just so that we can talk and laugh and did our job and commented each other works. it was really fun. we get to paint our nails too :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;main game 2D. super contra, super mario, street fighter, semua pakai tape.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i didn't have those tape games because my dad doesn't like me playing games so when my friends talked about it at school, i just listened to them with great envy but i didn't dare to ask my dad to buy those tapes. still, there was super mario installed at the school's bulky computers. so everytime  my class made a trip to the computer room at school, we would race to the computer room to get the best bulky computer and played the game. the atmosphere inside the room was so quiet because everybody was concentrating on playing the game. back then, super mario was the best ever game in the century!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;takut BCG tapi lepas inject poyo la pula...&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHA! true enough. usually nurse would be calling class by class to get the BCG and like any other kids they would be afraid of those needles even if it was a little bit. we would be excited but at the same time nervous and when it came to stick that needle, there were some of them who cried like it would be the end of the world, some of them would be running like hell, some of them just stayed froze. they were so many reactions it was an exciting scene to watch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;balik sekolah beli JoJo tak pun Dendang. Tora pun best juga. Beli semata-mata nak mainan, coklat dia tak makan pun.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i think Dendang and Tora were the most famous. i think every months there would be new toys featured inside them. i just had the chance to buy them just twice. at school, classmates would be showing it off and played together while teacher was away even if it was a matter of seconds. i forgot what toys were they but it sure was a hit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;font color=red&gt; Kasut berlampu kat tapak, yang iklan dia di TV boleh tembak alien tu...&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i had one of those shoes too. HAHA! it was so cool. whenever we step the lights came out. it was just.. so COOL!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;font color=red&gt;Siri kartun; power rangers, ultraman, transformers, ninja turtles, Thundercats, maskman, Sailormoon dan macam lagi.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. gummi bears, doraemon, etc. gosh, i miss all those cartoons. back then cartoons was all about nature stuffs. i mean, the forest, animals, castles, etc. even the graphics were old fashion but those cartoons were the main reason that made me woke up very early in the morning on Saturdays and Sundays just to watch the cartoons and when i got home from school at 6.40 plus in the evening i stayed in front of the TV just to watch those cartoons before i took my bath. to me, those cartoons were the best among the best at that time i just couldn't waste my time on anything else. HAHA! p/s : my most favourite cartoon at that time was gummi bears :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;jangan lupa semua ni sebab zaman sekarang budak-budak tak sempat layan benda-benda ni.. asyik menghadap TV dan ps.. kita akan sentiasa berubah, cuma asal-usul kita yang kekal.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of rant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6627137467107778128?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6627137467107778128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6627137467107778128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-time.html' title='old time'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gii73BZrTI/TdP0wg9hA-I/AAAAAAAADBQ/I73toW6Q8OA/s72-c/b582caee930d65d055f8578eabb22c44-d3gmnrk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3018228514387445896</id><published>2011-05-14T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:04:54.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mango sorbet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://rabbitka.deviantart.com/art/Souvenir-208784107?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=183"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teL8b_U0WkY/Tc6zw8JfaBI/AAAAAAAADBI/vqKa_mkfgWQ/s400/souvenir_by_rabbitka-d3gayuj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606616239483873298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fun day today. i had made a plan with my cousin few days ago and we decided to watch a movie! so early in the morning, i gave an option to my mom if she wanted to accompany me to pick up my cousin or not. she was unwilling at first since she had a lot to do but since i put my it's-okay-if-you-don't-but-i-really-hope-you-come tone, my mom just went and got ready. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like 9 something in the morning, my mom and i headed to my cousin's house to pick her up. then we went back to my house to drop my mom back home and my cousin and i went to JJ. we arrived there 10 minutes early before JJ opened up, so the two of us stayed for awhile inside the car and went inside after it was finally opened. the guard that was standing at the front door was greeting us too when we entered JJ. i never received any kind of treatment like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went straight to the cinema to buy Fast &amp;amp; Furious tickets. the JJ just opened up but the line to buy the ticket had already getting longer. later, we proceed to go to McDonald and bought our breakfast. we talked and talked and talked and we went back to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. that movie was so cool. i thought &lt;a href="http://www.everythingunderthemoon.net/images/vin%20diesel/vin-diesel-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dominic Toretto&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would die and i was ready to go awwwww~ in silence but turned out the one who died was &lt;a href="http://www.latinoreview.com/images/upload/1295990195_image_MattSchulze.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vince&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and foolishly, i had tears in my eyes. to me it was a touching scene when Vince was about to die. my awwwww~ went to him instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to karaoke! to me it was fun shouting at the top of my lung. it felt like i can do anything. you know, like you have hardship or you have encounter something that makes you confuse or people are against of you doing something, when you shout you feel like you can do it despite the consequences, the hardship, the stones and pricks in front waiting for you. that sort of thing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a mini cupcakes for my mother for the upcoming teacher's day. the cupcakes was delicious! i mean, i can taste the chocolate tastes and it's moist so i guess it's tasty. i sent my cousin back home and went to my own home after that and watched CN Blue and Girls Generation performances. HAHA! in the end, my day still had CN Blue and Girls Generation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss339/liyanashi/anigif-1.gif?t=1305378634" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 216px;" src="http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss339/liyanashi/anigif-1.gif?t=1305378634" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3018228514387445896?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3018228514387445896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3018228514387445896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/mango-sorbet.html' title='mango sorbet'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teL8b_U0WkY/Tc6zw8JfaBI/AAAAAAAADBI/vqKa_mkfgWQ/s72-c/souvenir_by_rabbitka-d3gayuj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2116502803781702994</id><published>2011-05-12T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:53:29.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salted caramel ice cream with bitter chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://timil.deviantart.com/art/Railroad-208422732?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=376"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tipiGvCMf90/TcrBfOej7yI/AAAAAAAADBA/RFwKbebwQgs/s400/railroad_by_timil-d3g380c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605505428422389538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm typing my mom's draft letter applying for a leave on this 21st. well, i notice i've been skipping posting on my blog. honestly, i don't know what to write. i mean, my current life is kind of boring without any interesting stuffs to do. like today, after my mom came back from school, we went out to continue doing the preparation for my upcoming registration to enter university then after the business ended, we went home and i sat in front of Black DaisyD all day searching for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, break fast. watched television for few minutes, prayed then went back to DaisyD. i know, my day is not productive. i can't help it. i should be packing but i don't. i should be searching for white &lt;i&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt; but i don't. i should be checking things but i don't. i know i should but i don't. i feel like i'm torn between two. you know, like i'm ready to go but at the same time i feel like i don't want to go. you know what i mean? blergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i'm regretting. i'm not. ugh blergh. i'll stop my blabbering for now. chiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/5-no-brainer-ways-to-motivate-your-metabolism-2476711/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 ways to loose fat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i   go to bed earlier&lt;br /&gt;ii  eat more protein&lt;br /&gt;iii go organic when you can&lt;br /&gt;iv  get up, stand up&lt;br /&gt;v   drink cold water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to bed earlier eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2116502803781702994?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2116502803781702994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2116502803781702994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/salted-caramel-ice-cream-with-bitter.html' title='salted caramel ice cream with bitter chocolate'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tipiGvCMf90/TcrBfOej7yI/AAAAAAAADBA/RFwKbebwQgs/s72-c/railroad_by_timil-d3g380c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6559534533078304660</id><published>2011-05-10T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:16:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanilla bread puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRbpk4xvkFs/TcjJnyGgS_I/AAAAAAAADA4/Q5Q7ZneCRFQ/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRbpk4xvkFs/TcjJnyGgS_I/AAAAAAAADA4/Q5Q7ZneCRFQ/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604951421563718642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it has been like 4 days since the UPU result was out, i still wanted to post this. HAHA! so the next day, my mom and i went out to necessary things for this 21st May, the day of registering. i didn't know it would be involving a lot of movements and stuffs to prepare and what's more, my place would be very far from Klang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday my mom and i went to the clinic to get medical check up and later we went back home because well, we were out the whole day and mom needed to do her teacher stuffs. while i was driving back home, the road was full with cars that did the double parking. i was still okay with it even though the road was narrow. cars that came from the opposite side started to appear so i gave them way first and stopped for awhile by looking at the chain of cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the road was so narrow and later the drivers from the cars from the opposite side started to give this special stare. what? i'm not the one who did the double parking! i even gave way to you guys first! and you gave me that stare?! man, i was boiling inside plus with the hot weather even though it was already evening made me even more boiled than the water inside a kettle that was boiling. i mean, ergh! i don't care anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, probably i'm going to start packing. or maybe not. the stuffs that had been bought started to be gathered at upstairs 'lobby' and my mom had started to tell me off about those stuffs at the 'lobby'. then probably to the bank to pay the university fee and mostly proceed to the &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt;. i can't wait to buy &lt;i&gt;rojak!&lt;/i&gt;. woohoo~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i'm bored. seriously. only my fingers are moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6559534533078304660?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6559534533078304660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6559534533078304660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/vanilla-bread-puffs.html' title='vanilla bread puffs'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRbpk4xvkFs/TcjJnyGgS_I/AAAAAAAADA4/Q5Q7ZneCRFQ/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7277692696971626249</id><published>2011-05-05T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:55:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oreo brownies</title><content type='html'>i'm back to writing after 8 days of absence. i was actually went on a trip to Morib for three days and i was going to talk about it here but later my mood just went down and down and down and didn't come back until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, after my mom came back home from school, i asked her if wanted to go out. you know, taking fresh air or window shopping or whatever she wanted. truthfully, i wanted to buy this one magazine called epop. it's been a long time since i bought epop magazine but today i was just really wanted to buy one. why? because there is an article about the &lt;a href="http://smtownjjang.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/yongseo_seohyun_yonghwa_smtj.jpg?w=490&amp;amp;h=345"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yongseo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple. HAHAHA! though it was just one freakin page but it's okay. (&lt;i&gt; i thought it would be two pages at least *sigh*&lt;/i&gt; ) so my mom said okay let's go out! eventhough she was tired but still i did the driving so i didn't felt that guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to JJ Bukit Raja and had our lunch first before we went to where the magazines are sold. i don't remember what the shop is called. anyway, i searched for the magazine and i find none BUT! i saw one magazine with CN Blue as a cover and another magazine with Girls Generation as the cover. so i put those two magazines beside each other. lately, i've been doing that whenever i saw magazines and CDs of CN Blue and Girls Generation and put them beside each other. HAHA! you want prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqV9NZIOUeg/TcLBiXxuGFI/AAAAAAAADAQ/m0G9GrrW1bs/s1600/26042011471.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqV9NZIOUeg/TcLBiXxuGFI/AAAAAAAADAQ/m0G9GrrW1bs/s400/26042011471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603253682644588626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this when i was out with iera to watch movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kbd5HstNBs/TcLBiBzabgI/AAAAAAAADAI/aPfy8vaWWlg/s1600/26042011475.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Kbd5HstNBs/TcLBiBzabgI/AAAAAAAADAI/aPfy8vaWWlg/s400/26042011475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603253676746108418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this at the POPULAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1NBOAfs85c/TcLBhy0Ug1I/AAAAAAAADAA/URzcnj8uEZA/s1600/DSC01833.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1NBOAfs85c/TcLBhy0Ug1I/AAAAAAAADAA/URzcnj8uEZA/s400/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603253672723383122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and this is today. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should stop doing all that but i just can't help myself now. i guess i'm going to do this until i am bored. anyway, later, i drove to one shop that i knew would sell that magazine and bought it. feeling satisfied, we went back home. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, about the movie iera and i went to watch, it was &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm3982342912/tt1486185"&gt;Red Riding Hood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and O M G &lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhpchyaUCK1qgosqoo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Max Irons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is just so handsome with those stares he shoot at &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S87_67cFRfQ/TU8EFyvU73I/AAAAAAAAFqA/j9RR6KqqaYM/s400/Amanda%2BSeyfried1.jpg"&gt;Amanda Seyfried&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. blergh. well, life goes on. after the movie, iera and i went to buy the tako, went to the shop that sells magazines and then we went to POPULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFHf6YBalvQ/TcLFuUlQO7I/AAAAAAAADAw/U-GojRKJK6k/s1600/26042011457.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFHf6YBalvQ/TcLFuUlQO7I/AAAAAAAADAw/U-GojRKJK6k/s400/26042011457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603258285991934898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the tako~&lt;br /&gt;laughing-like-iera style.&lt;br /&gt;jyeahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zol5boAQUtc/TcLFuKVatJI/AAAAAAAADAo/Htm8qoKjQMc/s1600/26042011476.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zol5boAQUtc/TcLFuKVatJI/AAAAAAAADAo/Htm8qoKjQMc/s400/26042011476.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603258283241157778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to POPULAR to search for CN Blue and Girls Generation CDs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7xtNMbUi0c/TcLFtvj2MyI/AAAAAAAADAg/tMyImoX17rk/s1600/26042011477.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7xtNMbUi0c/TcLFtvj2MyI/AAAAAAAADAg/tMyImoX17rk/s400/26042011477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603258276053922594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did this because i wanted to make Saimi jealous since she's a fan of Rain&lt;br /&gt;i guess i failed at making her jealous&lt;br /&gt;oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQBu27PBkmo/TcLFtS5tcjI/AAAAAAAADAY/H6XUqkhA1nU/s1600/26042011480.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EQBu27PBkmo/TcLFtS5tcjI/AAAAAAAADAY/H6XUqkhA1nU/s400/26042011480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603258268360995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm so embarrassed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : does anyone know where can i buy delicious brownies? I REALLY NEED TO EAT BROWNIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7277692696971626249?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7277692696971626249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7277692696971626249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/05/oreo-brownies.html' title='oreo brownies'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqV9NZIOUeg/TcLBiXxuGFI/AAAAAAAADAQ/m0G9GrrW1bs/s72-c/26042011471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1522306607144791535</id><published>2011-04-26T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:31:34.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random reminiscence</title><content type='html'>i was reading back people's posts when suddenly i came to this one post from &lt;a href="http://aienzagmos.blogspot.com/2010/02/wgm-season-2.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;aien's blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about a new couple from WGM show early February last year , yes, the yongseo couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aienzagmos.blogspot.com/2010/02/wgm-season-2.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQfkn2zjtIY/TbWtgsxTTVI/AAAAAAAAC_w/g2gcI0zl_Jc/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599572488990444882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i commented that "&lt;i&gt;for the first time, i didn't like WGM.&lt;/i&gt;" ironically, after few weeks i'd been hooked by that couple and even though they had ended their stint in WGM now, i still like them as a couple and keep their WGM episodes. i even think that i have become absurd! and i even put them as my wallpaper. this is just plain crazy. haihhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PscD5pnWrKE/TbWurIf2ksI/AAAAAAAAC_4/OklwzdBnX9Y/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PscD5pnWrKE/TbWurIf2ksI/AAAAAAAAC_4/OklwzdBnX9Y/s400/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599573767743771330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i still not asleep?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1522306607144791535?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1522306607144791535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1522306607144791535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-reminiscence.html' title='random reminiscence'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQfkn2zjtIY/TbWtgsxTTVI/AAAAAAAAC_w/g2gcI0zl_Jc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7736905418392632524</id><published>2011-04-25T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:33:07.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliest baleen whale</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erickimberlinbowley.com/post/4072330396/the-loneliest-whale-in-the-world-in-2004-the"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKn76NQ_vuo/TbUUQ9cJGPI/AAAAAAAAC_o/4URQcixlV-A/s400/tumblr_lil3pv0Fpu1qzpqamo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599403993308141810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the loneliest whale in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2004, the new york times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she isn’t like any other baleen whale. unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. she doesn’t have a family. she doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. she doesn’t have a lover. she never had one. her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. but her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. it is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. you see, that’s precisely the problem. no other whales can hear her. every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. each cry ignored. and, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cr : &lt;a href="http://www.erickimberlinbowley.com/post/4072330396/the-loneliest-whale-in-the-world-in-2004-the"&gt;erickimberlinbowley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : this is really sad. i don't know how did the female baleen whale cope with her life without a partner to share anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7736905418392632524?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7736905418392632524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7736905418392632524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/loneliest-baleen-whale.html' title='loneliest baleen whale'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lKn76NQ_vuo/TbUUQ9cJGPI/AAAAAAAAC_o/4URQcixlV-A/s72-c/tumblr_lil3pv0Fpu1qzpqamo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1547853058411253595</id><published>2011-04-25T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:34:31.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>molten chocolate cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dU0sYslKLQk/TbUAPcyQOZI/AAAAAAAAC_g/K_H09Y3mNZs/s1600/218996_221309144553203_100000223576769_1027210_5077725_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dU0sYslKLQk/TbUAPcyQOZI/AAAAAAAAC_g/K_H09Y3mNZs/s400/218996_221309144553203_100000223576769_1027210_5077725_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599381977130088850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me in orange. looks like i was in a serious mood. &lt;br /&gt;ehem. love the watch :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun. Bell's brother got married and i was invited to the wedding along with few of my friends. it was 11.30 am and i was driving my mom's car to ijatt's house to drop a chocolate that i'd been meaning to give it to her long time ago. then i went to pick up Iera. honestly, we promised to go to the wedding at 11.30 am but i was late and the time was dragged to 11.45 am. anyway, we arrived at Bell's house and was showed immediately to the food section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the second table from the last canopy and started to dig in. the food was delicious! time passed and yazlin, aien, ojie and ijatt came. we talked and talked and iera had to go since she had to go to work. nurna, amal and saimi came later and the laughing started to get loud. the conversations too. i don't know if we annoyed others a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came fifah and her little brother and dayah with her cousin. what a sight we were to others because we were laughing like mad (&lt;i&gt;well, i don't really laughed that mad since i was eating the kerepek the whole time&lt;/i&gt;). mei yi was going to the food section twice, first to the tea corner, second to get the ice tea for all of us using the jug. HAHA! we were sorry for making you did all that. we really appreciate your kindness :) at 2 plus pm only did we got up from our seat and was going to go inside Bell's house but stopped a meter away from the the front gate to take pictures together after raja came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went back home shortly after that, i was so tired i took a nap and woke up 30 minutes later. i don't know what made me tired but  i guess it was because of the laugh and the heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1547853058411253595?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1547853058411253595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1547853058411253595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/molten-chocolate-cake.html' title='molten chocolate cake'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dU0sYslKLQk/TbUAPcyQOZI/AAAAAAAAC_g/K_H09Y3mNZs/s72-c/218996_221309144553203_100000223576769_1027210_5077725_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1440776934557774996</id><published>2011-04-22T00:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:28:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oreo cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&amp;amp;section=&amp;amp;global=1&amp;amp;q=dandelion#/dziqt2"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3W-0BFgPdQ/TbBngDvIJVI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/Ls5RBnvyhhQ/s400/dandelion_by_matejzerjal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598088137277973842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a kind of funny incident happened &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; yesterday. (&lt;i&gt;i notice it's already passed 12 am&lt;/i&gt;) after my mom went home from school, she wanted to buy few things for an upcoming event so she asked me to drive her to GM. well, there are a lot of things that i can buy there so i was willing to do anything. HAHA! so when we arrived GM, we went inside and stopped at this one clothes shop and i saw this one gorgeous leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was reluctant to buy the jacket because, heck, this is Malaysia and it's always hot! but, like any sales girl, she would say this and that to make their customer buy their stuffs and plus the price was cheap for a leather jacket. i don't care if it's original or not. i only care about the beauty! HAHA! so i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i proceed to other shops but later a worried expression rise from my mom's face. she said that she forgot to bring money and she started panicking. i told her there was ATM machine around the corner so we quickly went there but unfortunately it was out of service. i was literally laughing when i saw the blank screen of the ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggested that we went to JJ since there were few ATM machine there. so i drove there and went to the first ATM machine but again, unfortunately there weren't any money in the machine. i started to laugh again when my mom said that probably today is not the day to buy the stuffs with a sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried the second machine and fortunately, it was working. HAHA! before we went back to GM, i bought tako since i was craving for that two days ago. we bought octopus fried too. yummeh! arrived GM few minutes later and bought the stuffs that my mom wanted to buy. at the end, my mom said that it's fortunate that GM and JJ is near to each other otherwise she would be giving up on buying the stuffs and just gone home if she was the one who was driving. i found that my mom was rather cute. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : HAPPY EARTH DAY! &lt;font color=green&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1440776934557774996?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1440776934557774996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1440776934557774996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/oreo-cheesecake.html' title='oreo cheesecake'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3W-0BFgPdQ/TbBngDvIJVI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/Ls5RBnvyhhQ/s72-c/dandelion_by_matejzerjal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-702292281335027033</id><published>2011-04-20T23:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:56:00.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilled Mac n’ Cheese Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ySvloKugU/Ta8KC86WwSI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/9E4Joh7AMZI/s1600/moon2z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ySvloKugU/Ta8KC86WwSI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/9E4Joh7AMZI/s400/moon2z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597703907671720226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moon Jun Young has made an appearance again! &lt;br /&gt;HAHA! does not have any relation with today's post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i've finished my mandarin course. i was feeling a bit stress this morning so i called my mom asking if she wanted to have lunch out and she said okay. so i got ready and waited for my mom to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove to JJ with a laughter because that's how i released my stress. my mom just sat beside talking about her day with her students and i laughed even if it was not that funny and i got scolded for laughing too much. well, when we arrived JJ, met ijatt and her sister at the escalator. HAHA! when i saw her, my mom suddenly said, "&lt;i&gt;we should have bring the chocolate with us.&lt;/i&gt;" ijatt and i exchanged greetings and then went our own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to pay the bills first then we went to Kenny Rogers for our lunch. it fulfilled my stomach to top! i am so thankful to my mom for fulfilling my dream of eating Kenny Rogers Roasters. whoaaa, the muffin! when it was still hot, the tasted melted in your mouth. the chicken, it felt like heaven! though i don't know what heaven feels like. and the ice lemon tea was just awesome. HAHA yeah, i was so hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceed to POPULAR bookstore and i went to where they sell CDs and DVDs and went to where the international section was and i saw various CDs of kpop groups. my eyes suddenly spotted a CN Blue CD and Girls Generation CD. i suddenly remembered a scene on &lt;i&gt;We Got Married&lt;/i&gt; from my favourite couple, Yongseo when they went to the music store and saw their CDs and they put theirs beside each other's CD. so with a cheeky mind, i put their CDs side by side and i laughed quietly with satisfaction after i look around when nobody noticed what i had done. it felt like i did the biggest crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night came and i were off to my mandarin final exam which had been postponed before. my mom got shocked when she saw flood and she was panicking while driving the car. i don't know how should i calm her and i  got scolded again for asking her to stop panicking. well, we reached the engineering building safe and sound and i quickly when to the class and took the test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaFjzIEMRA8/Ta8JhbKB9vI/AAAAAAAAC-I/JTH3Ndk10Kw/s1600/DSC01817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AaFjzIEMRA8/Ta8JhbKB9vI/AAAAAAAAC-I/JTH3Ndk10Kw/s400/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597703331674978034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the front cover of the paper&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was fast at finishing it. not even more than 45 minutes, i had already gave my paper to &lt;i&gt;laoshi&lt;/i&gt;. i'm not even going to remember what i wrote on that paper. i said goodbye to my mandarin partner, Aishah and went back home using the highway. my mom was babbling about the lorries who didn't gave way to the small cars and said that that's why she doesn't like using the highway. HAHA! nevertheless we reached home safe and sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, met Bell yesterday at &lt;i&gt;Pasar Malam&lt;/i&gt;. i bought &lt;i&gt;rojak&lt;/i&gt;. when i went to that &lt;i&gt;pasar malam&lt;/i&gt;, i always buy that and i will be having a straight two days of stomachache because of the spicy gravy but i still eat it even when i know the consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-702292281335027033?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/702292281335027033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/702292281335027033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/grilled-mac-n-cheese-sandwich.html' title='Grilled Mac n’ Cheese Sandwich'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ySvloKugU/Ta8KC86WwSI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/9E4Joh7AMZI/s72-c/moon2z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7123670169036372140</id><published>2011-04-19T00:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T01:33:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar glaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://marlatpr.deviantart.com/art/Mialecki-205368221?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=292"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1nodX3xPb0/Taxz_jAm9bI/AAAAAAAAC-A/BVa-pt-cpBQ/s400/mialecki_by_marlatpr-d3e9r4t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596975972481430962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again! i've just finished watching Music Bank. i know it was a repeat show but that's one of the shows that i like to watch. that's where i know the latest kpop songs. anyway, today i spent my time watching this one anime called Kimi Ni Todoke which i later knew was called Reaching You when translated in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the story is about this one girl who was being avoided from her highschool mates just because she always looks gloomy and angry and scary and there was rumored that she possessed some spiritual power and also if anyone looked straight at her eyes for 3 seconds something bad would happen in 7 days. HAHA! such rumors! and of course there would be a guy who is kind, always be the hero for the girl, always there for the girl, etc. you know, the typical anime love story. this is my type of anime. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm at the 11th episode which i think is just the starting of the climax. maybe there would be more but right now since i'm at the 11th episode i'll assume it's the climax. like any typical anime love story, there would be another girl who is all goody goody with others and is popular which is actually just an act trying to get the guy. if i was the heroin i would have told her off but since i'm not i couldn't say any and since the heroin is really innocent about emotions since she was being avoided even when she was very young by her school mates, she was kind of immune to it and didn't get what the popular girl said. HAH! you should see how the popular girl was so frustrated about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm looking forward to what the action will the hero do and the expressions from the popular girl when he knew the guy likes the heroin. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing this while listening to Block B, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rhfTPh1e1Q"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FREEZE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. liking the beat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7123670169036372140?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7123670169036372140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7123670169036372140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/sugar-glaze.html' title='sugar glaze'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1nodX3xPb0/Taxz_jAm9bI/AAAAAAAAC-A/BVa-pt-cpBQ/s72-c/mialecki_by_marlatpr-d3e9r4t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-213969441111386395</id><published>2011-04-16T22:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:40:37.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cream puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFpXohE0KhU/Tam2zRVjRUI/AAAAAAAAC94/tSudxiSp5aA/s1600/32886126.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFpXohE0KhU/Tam2zRVjRUI/AAAAAAAAC94/tSudxiSp5aA/s400/32886126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596205003927930178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is Moon Jun Young&lt;br /&gt;the picture does not have any relation with today's post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to post something yesterday night but because of some connection problem i couldn't go online at all yesterday and i was so frustrated. though today, the internet connection is good now but the phone line is still missing in action. my mom called the people in charge this morning and they said that they will call later but it's already almost midnight, they still didn't call back and there is still no phone line. i wonder what are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched Yu Huiyeol's Sketchbook yesterday and there was this one guest named Ra.D. i thought he was a composer and a producer but i never knew he sang too and almost all of his song i had listened to before which are to me so good. i especially love the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtjBubJQdXU"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm In Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. at first i thought, "&lt;i&gt;i think i had listened to this song before but it was definitely not him who sang it&lt;/i&gt;", and i was racking my brain to remember who sang it when i heard it before and i still can't remember who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, later after he finished singing that song, he was interviewed by the emcee, Yu Huiyeol and his stories about how he wrote and made his songs. it was so sweet when he said that he wrote his songs while thinking of his wife. then his wife appeared and they sang &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAfG4jE2d30&amp;amp;feature=grec_index"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Couple Song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and i was squealing so loud at 12.45 am that my mom shouted at me for being so loud at midnight. HAHA! it was so romantic the way they look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of going out today but since my mom was waiting for the telephone people to contact her which they didn't, i ended up sitting in front of DaisyD and watched kpop mvs at youtube which i ended up having a crush on Moon Jun Young, the leader of a group named ZE:A. well, here we go again. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: starting from now, i'm going to title every random post that i make with a food name. the reason, because i love food. who doesn't anyway? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-213969441111386395?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/213969441111386395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/213969441111386395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/cream-puffs.html' title='cream puffs'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFpXohE0KhU/Tam2zRVjRUI/AAAAAAAAC94/tSudxiSp5aA/s72-c/32886126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-427271769281995036</id><published>2011-04-14T00:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:21:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrambled egg</title><content type='html'>it's 12.31 am right now. i'm currently listening to &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMxX-QOV9tI"&gt;Price Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.flyfm.com.my/livestreaming_beta/index.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fly FM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. i've been forcing myself to update my blog but it seems like it doesn't do enough since i didn't post anything for few days. i guess i'm too lazy to do some writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my mom just went to bed and i am here downstairs, alone, listening to the radio. i thought maybe i should watch the television for some variety shows on KBSW that i like to watch but the show is a repeat and i had already watched the show so i switched off the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! yesterday night (&lt;i&gt;since it's already passed 12 am&lt;/i&gt;) there should be a final exam for mandarin taken place. so i arrived sharp at 8 pm since &lt;i&gt;laoshi&lt;/i&gt; said that the exam would start at 8 pm, sharp. when i arrived, the other students were waiting for the exam to start. i took my seat at the very back of the class and fiddled with my phone. suddenly, &lt;i&gt;laoshi&lt;/i&gt; said that the writing test was canceled. we actually have to do two tests, writing test and listening test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was cheering quietly at the back of the class with my mandarin partner, Aishah. she just laugh off when she looked at me. HAHA! i asked her if we really won't be taking the writing test but then i heard &lt;i&gt;laoshi&lt;/i&gt; said it would be postpone to Wednesday next week. after that, we continued doing the listening test which for me, when the dialogs questions came up, i was blank because the sentences were just too long for me to understand. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obso_Ra92Sk/TaXTkhHVRqI/AAAAAAAAC9w/wDL8LkxAP5Q/s1600/DSC01813.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obso_Ra92Sk/TaXTkhHVRqI/AAAAAAAAC9w/wDL8LkxAP5Q/s400/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595110736395585186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing ourselves to take the test :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and also after i went back home, i went online and went to my favourite tab, the Yongseo forum soompi and i was laughing like crazy when i saw this one post from one of the members about a preview of a variety shows which Yonghwa was one of the guests. the preview showed that Yonghwa was shouting "SEOHYUN-AH! SARANGHANDA!" which means, &lt;i&gt;SeoHyun, I love you!&lt;/i&gt; i know it was probably because the emcee of the show kind of forced him to do it but what made me laughed was because he was shouting it for like more than 10 times and the other guests as well as the emcee started to panic and asked him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i don't know. you probably don't know what is so funny about it but to me i think it was very funny and kind of sweet and i am typing this with a big stupid grin plastered on my face. HAHA! i'm going to borrow gif from &lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/topic/359190-official-seohwa%EC%9A%A9%EC%84%9Cyongseo-sweet-potato-couple-thread-2-%E2%99%A5/page__st__4120?s=5d48ca3886d036c507b7969ca16af279"&gt;&lt;u&gt;maybe07@soompi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and copied maybe07@soompi's post about the situation. HAHA again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEOHYUN-AH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/RJrSX.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 165px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/RJrSX.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARANGHANDA ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/EJRnf.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 165px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/EJRnf.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONUS: CUTE YONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/ip5p0.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 165px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/ip5p0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he was saying "what am i going to do after this?" after he shouted. LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS ALWAYS...STILL LOVING YOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/xTul9.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 221px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/xTul9.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/ZXPo9.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 224px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/ZXPo9.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;awwww~ SeoHyun looks like a doll~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon for the story of Yongseo today. heeeeee! :) well, i guess i need to go to sleep too since it's already 1 am. good morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-427271769281995036?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/427271769281995036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/427271769281995036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/scrambled-egg.html' title='scrambled egg'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obso_Ra92Sk/TaXTkhHVRqI/AAAAAAAAC9w/wDL8LkxAP5Q/s72-c/DSC01813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4704084572111974782</id><published>2011-04-12T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:13:55.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loyally happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyineverything.com/4324285823"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6flGjOfICw/TaRd09MKJ9I/AAAAAAAAC9o/cBO30Nf7IHQ/s400/4324285823_4d3e9be07e_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594699801461139410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Bangi on last Saturday evening with my cousin's family and his younger sister. we had our lunch first at their house before we went to Bangi. we arrived at my cousin's older sister's house at Bangi and his sisters and I spent our late night watching the ghost movie, &lt;i&gt;Kum Kum&lt;/i&gt;. that was my first time watching a full ghost movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late the next day and my cousin's family and my mom and i started to get ready. we were going to celebrate my niece's birthday. you know, when we arrived at the restaurant, i think there was some mistake from their side and they said that they thought they had reserved our spot for other day and of course we said it was that day so we had our reserved tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? we kept on ordering and asking for top ups that the restaurant was closed because of us. HAHA! and later we had the most delicious cake and i still feel like i wanted to eat that cake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4704084572111974782?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4704084572111974782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4704084572111974782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/loyally-happy.html' title='loyally happy'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6flGjOfICw/TaRd09MKJ9I/AAAAAAAAC9o/cBO30Nf7IHQ/s72-c/4324285823_4d3e9be07e_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4879252794102989096</id><published>2011-04-09T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:55:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-157de4357b53030f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D157de4357b53030f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7443428B4B6F2D3DDABBBE2A0964F38D503C55C7.180ACB1191135A876DA2427D95034CCE991B3A7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D157de4357b53030f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfHzBwXG06rPJIYDOI7irMBtuPs4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D157de4357b53030f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7443428B4B6F2D3DDABBBE2A0964F38D503C55C7.180ACB1191135A876DA2427D95034CCE991B3A7F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D157de4357b53030f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfHzBwXG06rPJIYDOI7irMBtuPs4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to Bangi in few more hours and before that, i just wanted to post this one video about my nephew. his name is Ashraff and he is SO CUTE! i didn't say that because he is my nephew but it's just a fact that he is SO CUTE! HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the video and you'll know what i mean :) umm, he will reach 1 year old in May and if you backtrack my posts, there was this on post about him together with a photo of him when he was just a few hours old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : to his &lt;i&gt;Ti Ya&lt;/i&gt;, our Ok is cute! HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4879252794102989096?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4879252794102989096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4879252794102989096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-ok.html' title='our Ok'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-929728702776740019</id><published>2011-04-09T12:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:44:37.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdM37Sx74BQ/TZ_vJgiTuMI/AAAAAAAAC9I/ujrfQXEgIsA/s1600/DSC01812.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdM37Sx74BQ/TZ_vJgiTuMI/AAAAAAAAC9I/ujrfQXEgIsA/s400/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593452208849139906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdM37Sx74BQ/TZ_vJgiTuMI/AAAAAAAAC9I/ujrfQXEgIsA/s1600/DSC01812.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been sorting out my certificates that i received from one to two years ago. there is this one blue file that i always keeps my certificates and things related to school since i was in a kindergarten. i bet everyone has one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while i was sorting out, i saw my old report cards from when i was in kindergarten. memories overflow when i read all of the comments from my former kindergarten teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered back then when i was 6 years old, we were doing writing and at that time there was no teacher. i was with my best friends whom at that time were a chinese girl and a chinese boy together with a shy malay girl and two malay boys who always like to tease and bullied me and i sometimes bullied them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class was noisy when suddenly our classroom teacher called me to go to the office and asked me to bring the book we were doing the writing with me. at that time i thought i did something wrong and i would received my punishment there and plus with the two malay boys who said that i really did something wrong just made it worse for me. i showed them my brave face and took brave steps to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived at the office, there were my classroom teacher with the headmistress. they asked me to sit down and did my work there and they continues talking and i thought, "hey, this isn't that bad considering that they didn't get angry at me." so i just did my work there and the air cond was blasting at full volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after few minutes passed, my classroom teacher asked me to go back to my class and wrote something on the black board. she gave me this one book contained activities for us. so i went back to my class and went to stand in front of the black board and shouted to my classmates to copy what i wrote in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so proud! i don't know, maybe i was so innocent at that time i was feeling so happy just because i got to write the activity in front and my classmates were copying what i wrote. my friends who i talked with before i went to the office were all asking me what had happened and such but i just told them to start copying. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love my times at the kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a_7-SHxhac/TZ_wbIm1ILI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/2KgTqWXdVvQ/s1600/DSC01811.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a_7-SHxhac/TZ_wbIm1ILI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/2KgTqWXdVvQ/s400/DSC01811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593453611174928562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my report cards when i was in kindergarten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V462hwtU2F0/TZ_xFMflPbI/AAAAAAAAC9g/ISIjgymG12I/s1600/DSC01808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V462hwtU2F0/TZ_xFMflPbI/AAAAAAAAC9g/ISIjgymG12I/s400/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593454333772774834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-929728702776740019?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/929728702776740019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/929728702776740019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/childhood-memories.html' title='childhood memories'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdM37Sx74BQ/TZ_vJgiTuMI/AAAAAAAAC9I/ujrfQXEgIsA/s72-c/DSC01812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-5584286376631475055</id><published>2011-04-06T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:49:17.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jemiahintwiland.tumblr.com/post/4386593886"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITpT2NaPxIM/TZwniypPlII/AAAAAAAAC9A/IUwsQm76Dzc/s400/tumblr_lj8146n3bR1qci4aao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592388315951109250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday Syaza called me somewhere at 2.30 plus pm. usually i don't answered my phone when there is an unknown number but when a phone number came up on my phone screen it looked familiar so i answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't said hello but straight asking me if i wanted to go out with her. i was like "&lt;i&gt;huh?&lt;/i&gt;" so i dragged my answer just to try to recognize her voice. i kept her talking and then after few minutes only  i recognized her voice. HAHA! she was having her semester break from college so she asked me to accompany her first, sending her little brother's book to school and second, to GM to search for external hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to McDonald for our late lunch. i was fulled by the time i finished my double cheese burger. Syaza asked me if it was okay to go visit her relatives for awhile so i said sure. while we were on our way there, we saw school kids getting out of the Al-Ainani building. i was once a student of Al-Ainani but truthfully, i never knew that they had moved to another building. when i was a student there, the building was kind of small but i was fond of the school and when i look at their new building it was beautiful and i envied the current students who were able to study at the new building rather than the old one which i went before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i expressed to Syaza if i had a sibling that went to that school i had been probably will always fetch my little sibling there just to get the view inside the building of Al-Ainani. it looks really pretty and kind of exclusive from outside and i kind of miss the headmaster and his wife which all of the students will call them &lt;i&gt;Atuk&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Nenek&lt;/i&gt; respectively. they were kind people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i wanted to have a look inside the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-5584286376631475055?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5584286376631475055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5584286376631475055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/round-and-round.html' title='round and round'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITpT2NaPxIM/TZwniypPlII/AAAAAAAAC9A/IUwsQm76Dzc/s72-c/tumblr_lj8146n3bR1qci4aao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1711621564570826754</id><published>2011-04-05T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:10:36.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happened all day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://charleswb.deviantart.com/art/Cherry-Blossoms-1-203618409?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=599"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0Tp_qWVoHc/TZqxNhRCn3I/AAAAAAAAC84/6dmTV2sX10Y/s400/cherry_blossoms_1_by_charleswb-d3d88yx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591976733160152946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like any Monday i had. my mom had to go to work early in the morning and i was still with my sleepy eyes. my mom whispered to me i was so lucky because i got to go back to sleep. HAHA! it's going to be change soon mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that morning, i tried to think of what i would be like in the future but nothing came up. i can't think of anything. so i tried to think of something else. music was blasting through DaisyD. in the end, my activity for that morning was just sitting in front of DaisyD and lurking on at kpop forums and listened to new songs until my mom came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that evening i said to my mom if there was any interesting shows on the tv call me since she was watching the tv but she forgot to call me when a show called &lt;i&gt;Qualification of Men&lt;/i&gt; was on the tv. some people that i knew said that the show was boring. well, some times it can be boring but sometimes the things that they did was quite funny and i enjoyed watching it. next show after &lt;i&gt;Qualification of Men&lt;/i&gt; was &lt;i&gt;2 Days 1 Night&lt;/i&gt; and i really love this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that show showed 5 current members of the show welcomed their new member by giving a lesson to the new member about the show and then the new member was given a test according to what the lesson was and if he failed the one person who taught him will be dipped into the cold sea and it was hilarious! my cousin came to my house and the three of us were watching the show and i was laughing so hard watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin sent me to mandarin class. they were just starting to do the listening practice again. this time i scored 16 over 20. more improvement and i kind of satisfied with it and honestly, there were few questions that i don't really know and just wrote the answer and i got it right! then we moved on continuing doing the dialogs for our sketch that would be present this Wednesday. usually, the class ended at 10 pm but at 9.30 pm few of them had already went back. i felt awkward sitting in the almost empty class so i said goodbye to Aishah, my mandarin partner and waited for my cousin to fetch me at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1711621564570826754?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1711621564570826754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1711621564570826754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/happened-all-day.html' title='happened all day'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0Tp_qWVoHc/TZqxNhRCn3I/AAAAAAAAC84/6dmTV2sX10Y/s72-c/cherry_blossoms_1_by_charleswb-d3d88yx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3310496468213414525</id><published>2011-04-04T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:24:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet love</title><content type='html'>i was browsing videos on youtube when i found this. i just find it cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50441e0dab38a9d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50441e0dab38a9d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5879490A679B48FEA411DA223B6E605AD4036AE8.6D6C90766FB2D1EEFBB492F5C1746AD8CFFB1E3A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50441e0dab38a9d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D03wdEfeJ-krgXeDU8rKb2IJoJkU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50441e0dab38a9d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5879490A679B48FEA411DA223B6E605AD4036AE8.6D6C90766FB2D1EEFBB492F5C1746AD8CFFB1E3A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50441e0dab38a9d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D03wdEfeJ-krgXeDU8rKb2IJoJkU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmq321zjkvs"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BootiHole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video was made beautifully. there's a saying love is blind. this is what i called excepting others even if they are not perfect. i mean, you need two person to perfect each other right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3310496468213414525?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3310496468213414525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3310496468213414525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-love.html' title='sweet love'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4793632903877623445</id><published>2011-04-02T21:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:05:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parting hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Ka7ZFeC7c/TZc41r62tFI/AAAAAAAAC8w/ib06eEXdpEE/s1600/testhf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/0tWte.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 303px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/0tWte.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/0tWte.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gif credits to maybe07@soompi&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. this is another post i will write all of it about yongseo couple. for those who read my blog, you would know today is their last episode and tearfully, i had already watched the episode without subtitles. surprisingly, i was not crying. i was smiling stupidly, watching them reminiscing their memories, teasing each other but i had a pool of tears when they were going to part in front of Seohyun's apartment (?). they were waving goodbyes at each others and Seohyun was already inside the building but then she went out back to Yonghwa and they hugged just like the gif up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parting is painful but then it made you realized that the more pain you feel parting with someone the more you realize that person is so important to you. my words make sense right? and i believe the both of them felt that. they were reluctant to part with each other. i don't know, maybe i was over analyzed again but i definitely saw the sadness that overwhelmed them and their ways to make the time they spent together to be longer. you know, like you want more time to be with the one you &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the morning, i've been downloading back again their episodes to burn on cd so that i can rewatch their episodes like a drama. i was waiting for the show to start like every Saturday but after this, i think my Saturdays would feel empty unless the new couples will make my interest spark to like them. well, i won't be talking about them anymore after this. unless there is a big, happy news about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;While eating, they played a game to see how much they know each other. They both wrote up questions/answers. Yong ended up getting one wrong and got hit on the forehead. In the backroom interview, he reflected about how before, she couldn't even joke around with him and now she is so different. After the epic adorable scene where Yong keeps staring at Hyun in the kitchen, he says in the backroom interview that Hyun's backview (no, not in a perverted way) in the kitchen was the most beautiful image of her that he had in the house. He said it hit him that he wouldn't be able to lie down and watch her again and that it was the last healthy shake she would be making him. He told her to come to their house every morning to make it for him and she told him that his house was too far so he should move. In the car ride, they talked about all of the things they regretted that they weren't able to do and Yong mentioned that he wished they could've driven to meet her parents. Hyun told him that her parents said he was very much like a son already. Yong also said that he didn't want to be Yong-child anymore. Hyun asked him what he wanted to be and he awkwardly said Yong-adult. He then asked her how many gogumas he had out of a 5-goguma scale and she gave him 10. Basically, he's a 10/5 to her. :) Seohyun wrote him another storybook that basically continued from where they left off at the fishing. She said that she didn't leave out a single one of their meetings in that storybook and stayed up all night working on it. Hyun's epic backroom interview where she ended up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits : &lt;i&gt;lalaCAKES@soompi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Ka7ZFeC7c/TZc41r62tFI/AAAAAAAAC8w/ib06eEXdpEE/s1600/testhf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Ka7ZFeC7c/TZc41r62tFI/AAAAAAAAC8w/ib06eEXdpEE/s400/testhf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590999957377561682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4793632903877623445?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4793632903877623445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4793632903877623445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/parting-hard.html' title='parting hard'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Ka7ZFeC7c/TZc41r62tFI/AAAAAAAAC8w/ib06eEXdpEE/s72-c/testhf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8007511040762061449</id><published>2011-04-01T19:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:18:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring out</title><content type='html'>i just got back from my aunt's house. she's going to do &lt;i&gt;umrah&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow and my mom and i visited her today since we can't send her tomorrow. i woke up really late today because i was super tired after i reached home like at 9 something at night yesterday. my feet hurts from the too much walk but overall yesterday was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched Sucker Punch. i think the movie was kind of cool. with the actions and the plot but the ending was kind of off. of course i get the message of the movie which are friendship, sacrifice and the fight for freedom but the ending was just too confuse to me or maybe i was just being over analyze like always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman, Aswad, Iera and I took the train that morning and seated near each other. i sat beside Iera and we were talking when suddenly this one old man caught our attention. he was very ... friendly and iera and i were so uncomfortable with the way he look at us. to me it was suffocating and disgusting. a wave of relief washed over me when the train arrived at KL Sentral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Kinokuniya in KLCC and i remembered before that i said to Iera i wanted to work there when i had finished high school but the fact that i live far from KLCC is just a waste of time. the four of us waited for Acap to arrive and then we went to Pavilion. Iera and I were transfixed with the food display there. HAHA! it was really a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we headed back to Klang, waiting for the train, there was this one Singh uncle. maybe because it was kind of quiet and probably he was bored, so he decided to play a Singh song and kind of move his body a little bit to the rhythm. it was fun stealing glances at him to see him dancing. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because tomorrow is Yongseo's last episode, i'm going to post a gif of them from their Busan trip. i think i'm going to cry watching the raw episode tomorrow and even more after the episode with subtitles are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/topic/359190-official-seohwa%EC%9A%A9%EC%84%9Cyongseo-sweet-potato-couple-thread-2-%E2%99%A5/page__st__2860"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/6agnM.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gif credits to &lt;i&gt;rxp080100@soompi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8007511040762061449?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8007511040762061449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8007511040762061449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/04/tiring-out.html' title='tiring out'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4638939765101614014</id><published>2011-03-31T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:59:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revealing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://eman333.deviantart.com/art/Gerber-Wallpaper-202893450"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzCNE3ag2YQ/TZNuCwugeVI/AAAAAAAAC8g/XPlyy611EHo/s400/gerber_wallpaper_by_eman333-d3cspl6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589932556215679314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, it's 1 am sharp and i had been listening to &lt;a href="http://tubereplay.com/replay.php?tqr=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DwavpWRK6IX8&amp;amp;Submit=Replay"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We No Speak Americano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in replay mood for 3 hours now. it's on the 28 times of replaying the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading back the posts that i made from my blog starting from my first post ever and i was quite surprised by the change of my view of perspective as month went to another month and year to year up until now. it was ... different. i thought i was the same but when i read back what i had wrote, it left me a deep impression that even though you don't want to change, you will still change even if it in a small amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the posts i had made before made me reminiscence about my past, about what had happened to me, what had i done that made me happy, sad, angry, etc. i poured almost everything in my blog before but now i've been neglecting it for a long period. thus, i will try to update my blog as many as possible so that even after so many years, i can read back what i had post and leave a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of posts about my high school life since i started blogging when i was in high school. gosh, i never even imagine i would be using was with the high school word. when i read back my posts, when i remembered the good times, it made me miss my high school a little. honestly, before i backtrack my posts here, i never miss my high school after i finished high school but after reading back moments at my high school, it made me feel like i was a part of my high school and i miss that moment. you know what i am saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to leave more memories on my blog, from now like i said before, i'm going to write posts as many as possible even though it is just a short one or just a ridiculous post or maybe something that is on my mind. i'm going to write what i feel about everyday. i will try doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem, so to start it with, i'm going to write a little about my mandarin class today, or since the clock already stated 1.30 am, technically it was yesterday. i arrived 10 minutes late and few students were already inside the classroom. &lt;i&gt;laoshi&lt;/i&gt; was talking about the upcoming listening test. i think it will be on next Wednesday if i am not wrong. there were just starting to begin the practice listening test and i was lucky to join them starting from the first question. half of the time had passed and my mandarin partner, Aishah just came in from the back door and sat beside me. she missed like 13 of 20 questions and i sat solemnly listening to the voice that came from a radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 5 wrongs out of 20 questions which was kind of good. the last time i did the listening test practice, i got 12 wrongs out of 20. i hope i'm going to score good this upcoming test. later, &lt;i&gt;laoshi&lt;/i&gt; gave us time to make dialogs for the other upcoming test, which is the sketch. i'm still with my mandarin partner, Aishah and we discussed about the plot, what to say and stuffs. 10 pm, the class ended and few of my classmates walked to the lift and out of the engineering building. my mom was already there. actually she was there from when i stepped out of her car to go to my class until the class ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason? well, my mom doesn't really know the way to the engineering building using other road since the front gate was close and i was the only one who knew the way plus with the dark my mom was afraid to go anywhere and stayed there for two hours. i don't know what to say about this just, my mom's sacrifice to stay there for two hours was enough to make me feel like i'm a kind of useless daughter. you know, for making your own mother stayed there for two whole hours and honestly i am seriously touched by that. i just don't know how to show it. i'm sorry mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4638939765101614014?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4638939765101614014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4638939765101614014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/03/revealing-time.html' title='revealing time'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzCNE3ag2YQ/TZNuCwugeVI/AAAAAAAAC8g/XPlyy611EHo/s72-c/gerber_wallpaper_by_eman333-d3cspl6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6548146696360483077</id><published>2011-03-27T00:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:58:31.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moment of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3002d8ef30ebb636" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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&lt;i&gt;What are you gonna do Seo JuHyun ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF4848&gt;SeoHyun&lt;/font color&gt; : &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#2F74D0&gt;YongHwa&lt;/font color&gt; : &lt;i&gt;How are you gonna live without me? it's gonna be so boring ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF4848&gt;SeoHyun&lt;/font color&gt; : &lt;i&gt;I know&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i'm going to go to sleep, crying. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6548146696360483077?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6548146696360483077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6548146696360483077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/03/moment-of-tears.html' title='moment of tears'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-5565629147379117632</id><published>2011-03-18T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:50:17.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pink-promise.deviantart.com/art/the-light-that-you-posses-201323548?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=117"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db-Z8CViLoQ/TYLqaugP_sI/AAAAAAAAC8I/5fa0vZ2hs94/s400/the_light_that_you_posses__by_pink_promise-d3bv28s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585284232773631682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't waste your time on someone who does not appreciate you the way you should be appreciated. don't ever settle for mediocrity, for being just an option, for being the one who is just fun to be with, for being the one who is always there desperately waiting, for mere concern or pity of for someone who likes you just because s/he knows s/he's got the power to break you. don't settle because deep down, you know who you are and you know without a doubt that you deserve better if not the best.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-5565629147379117632?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5565629147379117632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5565629147379117632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-unknown.html' title='from unknown'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-db-Z8CViLoQ/TYLqaugP_sI/AAAAAAAAC8I/5fa0vZ2hs94/s72-c/the_light_that_you_posses__by_pink_promise-d3bv28s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7915876261183505838</id><published>2011-03-11T13:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:39:52.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://drageadroth.deviantart.com/art/Met-200445900?q=boost%3Apopular%20meta%3Aall%20max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=1153"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85gFd6AMcZ4/TXm1OIP9piI/AAAAAAAAC8A/nH9n2I3JDEg/s400/met__by_drageadroth-d3bc91o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582692467439674914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an article from &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/nst/articles/3ef33/Article"&gt;&lt;u&gt;News Straits Times&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPM results out on March 23&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i&gt; The Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) examination results will be out on March 23.&lt;br /&gt;Education director-general Datuk Abdul Ghafar Mahmud confirmed the date yesterday with the News Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;Between Nov 23 and Dec 20 last year, some 467,970 candidates sat the SPM examination at 3,594 centres nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;There has been much speculation on various online channels such as blogs and social networking sites about the date the results will be released.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;are you ready for this my SPM friends?&lt;br /&gt;AM I READY FOR THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7915876261183505838?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7915876261183505838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7915876261183505838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/03/are-you-ready.html' title='are you ready'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85gFd6AMcZ4/TXm1OIP9piI/AAAAAAAAC8A/nH9n2I3JDEg/s72-c/met__by_drageadroth-d3bc91o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8610210384859329513</id><published>2011-03-10T17:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T00:50:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early education?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nestr.deviantart.com/art/Esthesic-200394715?q=boost:popular%20meta:all%20max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=247"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cH_hBQEc5Os/TXj8cpE9MRI/AAAAAAAAC74/M8fd2_t89xc/s400/esthesic_by_nestr-d3bb5jv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582489307118907666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cH_hBQEc5Os/TXj8cpE9MRI/AAAAAAAAC74/M8fd2_t89xc/s1600/esthesic_by_nestr-d3bb5jv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my lunch with my mom at Giant today. as i was happily eating the lamb chop i heard the familiar children rhymes coming from the children ride machine. it got me thinking about what's the beneficial factors of setting up those machines. i mean, besides the money what else? i think it may lead to early education for English language. i mean, children likes to ride on those machines and whenever they walk by their eyes would be stuck to them. i was like that too when i was little. uh huh, such mesmerizing item. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, those rhymes can make children sing along while at the same time practicing their pronunciation! so i asked my mom about my early education for English language. she said that she bought me a lot of those thin English books that contains children tales before i entered kindergarten. she kept me reading those books and bought other thin books and always remind me to bring at least one of those thin books anywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, she enrolled me into an English-is-first-language kindergarten. i even learned a little of mandarin but honestly i remembered calling the teacher &lt;i&gt;loushi&lt;/i&gt; and the numbers from 1 to 10 and that was all. by then, my mom started to fed me with Enid Blyton books. you know, those thick books that cost RM10 each. inside it there are about 8 to 10 fantasy stories about gnomes and elves and witches and bad things happened to kids who didn't listen to their parents so they got kidnapped by the gnomes while good kids always have delicious food and got to go to the fantasy world with the elves or toys that always talk and being "toys" when there are humans around. i always likes stories like that. heck, i still like stories like that. it's very entertaining and it helps me feed my imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom stopped buying me those books after probably i finished primary school. so imagined how many books of Enid Blyton do i have in my room. of course i have other story books that involved fantasy type but then like every week my mom would buy those Enid Blyton books. that's why probably i have a bit of a "creative" imagination when it comes to thinking about fantasy. that's why when harry potter series were out i was one of the kids who really really really really wanted the books eventhough at that time it was so expensive. yes, i'm one of the hardcore harry potter series fans! i can tell you the most ridiculous story that will not seen like a ridiculous story based on fantasy. that's how obsess i am with story books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how my early education of English language was. i asked my mom again why did she do things like that i mean of course it was for my own good but i wanted to know the reason and so she answered, saying that she doesn't want me to be like her in the past where English was hard to learn and she was not that good in English and it made her felt low about her English when her friends were good so when she had me, she wanted the best for me and grabbed any opportunity when it comes to learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that moment i was so touched by my mom's words. i know that was a part of a parent's role of educating a child but to actually knew the things that my mom and my dad did, the hard work that they did to raise me, i feel sinful and half of my time at school i was playing. i don't know what future holds for me after SPM results are out but i will definitely remember my conversation with my mom today and make it as my boost for my determination to study hard. I LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD! &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8610210384859329513?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8610210384859329513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8610210384859329513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/03/early-education.html' title='early education?'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cH_hBQEc5Os/TXj8cpE9MRI/AAAAAAAAC74/M8fd2_t89xc/s72-c/esthesic_by_nestr-d3bb5jv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2743191444536957129</id><published>2011-03-08T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:46:13.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing in particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://me3009.deviantart.com/art/Floating-on-air-200175372?q=boost:popular%20meta:all%20max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=103"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAwb71wef0o/TXZdKGBvgZI/AAAAAAAAC7w/u7nGyAQ6J8M/s400/floating_on_air__by_me3009-d3b6gb0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581751216170303890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently is listening to Jars Of Heart by Christina Perri. uh huh, sometimes slow song do get to me. i usually listen to upbeat songs, something that would not make me go bored, eyes are fighting to not close, rising my voice, singing the upbeat song while moving along. oh yes, that's how i exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm learning mandarin i listen to this one particular mandarin song called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKxwEwATj5c"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Off My Mind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. try listen to it. i'm sure you're going to be hook by this song :) heh! anyway, this late evening, i was listening to the radio and there was a segment where the dj tries to get two people to date, something like that. so it caught my interest and in the end i was kind of pissed off with the dude. okay, i know i should not have, i mean who they are to me anyway but still, it's illogical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the situation was like this. this dude, he was trying to get back with his ex girlfriend. the girl broke up with him because well, one day she was playing with his phone and found a picture of this dude with a girl kissing. of course, like any other girl would do, this girl would get mad and the trust will dropped to zero. then after one month, this dude called up this radio station and said to help him get back this girl ( &lt;i&gt;what? after she saw a picture of you kissing another girl?&lt;/i&gt; ) i must say, dude, if you're an actor then probably you have another chance but unlucky you, you're not an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that you seems like blaming the girl is not appropriate. i mean, come on! you're the one who did it, caught in action and tried to explain the impossible is just meaningless. hmm i know i'm being emotional but it's something that stuck in me and i need to say something about it or at least write about it. so guys out there, please don't cheat. this goes to girls too of course. i'm not taking sides for sure. if you want another girl/boy just brake up because it would hurt the girl/boy more and we are all humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i drove my mom's car today and i was laughing hard while driving because my mom was trying to teach me and at the same time she was like "SLOW DOWN!" and "USE THE OTHER HAND! THE OTHER HAND!" and "THERE'S A SPEED BUMP IN FRONT! SPEED BUMP!" etc. i don't know what people around us interpreted what was going on inside the car. i wore my loudest laugh and my mom the loudest voice she had. well, it's not like i was driving dangerously. seriously i'm not. i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2743191444536957129?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2743191444536957129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2743191444536957129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/03/nothing-in-particular.html' title='nothing in particular'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KAwb71wef0o/TXZdKGBvgZI/AAAAAAAAC7w/u7nGyAQ6J8M/s72-c/floating_on_air__by_me3009-d3b6gb0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7398767531922665032</id><published>2011-02-26T10:20:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:18:57.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day, sore the next day</title><content type='html'>hello guys! since, it's on the verge of the day where SPM result will be coming out, i'm going to post something. i'll tell you, if my SPM result is okay, i'm going to post about it and brag(&lt;i&gt;uhm, actually just to tell you what i'll feel&lt;/i&gt;) all along but if the result is not good i'm not going to post for a loooooong time. you know, to cave in my depression and frustration. i need time people to absorb pain things. anyway, today i wanted to share my little vacation with you guys though actually i've been thinking to post it the day after i went but because i was busy, i kind of drag my time to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th February 2011 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had planned with my cousin, Shahmi to have a fun time at Sunway Lagoon few weeks ago and i asked him if i could bring my friends along and he said sure. so i started to ask around and eventually nobody came. i was kind of frustrated about it but hey, everybody had their own reason so my frustration quickly died. BUT! around 1 or 2 am on the day my cousin and i were going to Sunway Lagoon, i asked a friend of mine, Aswad to come and he said yes. in the end there were only three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other cousin who had promised to send me and shahmi to Sunway picked me up somewhere at 9 or 10 am. we headed to Shah Alam to pick up Shahmi. i met with my aunts there and my grandmother and therefore the time had been dragged. HAHA! i'm sorry for being late, Aswad! nevertheless, i'm happy i met my extended family after quite awhile. my aunt offered herself to sent us. we arrived somewhere at 11 am or 12 pm. i think Aswad was kind of freaked out that we didn't arrived yet. HAHA! XD later, the three of us went to buy the tickets. first thing that we did after we entered, we went to the scream park. we went inside the ghost house and OMG, for the one that had a weak heart you truly should not enter that place. it was freakin dark and the ghosts kept on jumping from either your side or in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept on saying "don't move! don't move! please don't move!" with a squeak voice. HAHA! but i didn't get surprised that easily though. seriously! then we went to the theme park which had cowboy concept. (&lt;i&gt;cowboy theme park? sorry, i lost my map&lt;/i&gt;) rode the dinosaurs that bounced up and down. i knew it was probably for kids but hey, since i paid for the entertainment why don't i just ride it? so the three of us rode it! HAHA! imagine Shahmi and Aswad, two teenager boys riding it. HAHA! there was this one button that we need to push so that the flying dinosaur will soar up so i pushed it but it kept like vibrating. in the end, i was told that i need to push the button long enough until the dinosaur fly. hah, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we rode The Butch Cassidy Trail, the thing which looks like a cowboy boot and it spin around like crazy. it was deserted though and it was not kind of fun since i was the only one shouting, you know for leveling up my adrenaline rush. after that we went to ride The Grand Canyon River Rapids! the one that's on water, round and orange. it was funny how we were trying to not get ourselves wet from the water. HAHA! when the water came in we were like "AAAAAAAA!!" and "EEEEEEEE!!!". then we went to play a roller coaster where there was a red Indian statue behind the ride. went for two rounds then the three of us moved to the ride where water was involved wholly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aswad gave me his sweater so that i won't be totally wet. i told you, it was so fun riding it! i don't know what the ride was called but we went out from a mouth of a half snake. HAHA! and went straight to the water. the two of them were totally wet and thanks to the sweater i was not totally wet. later we moved on to the one that looks like a ship. IT WAS FANTABOULOUS! i rode it twice and i had  so much fun shouting like hell when the ship were up on the sky, hanging there for a few seconds. then we went to ride Tomahawk. it was like the hammer but the duration was short so i don't totally enjoyed the ride though when it spinned, i felt awesome. hehe. next, we went to ride the cup ride. only Aswad and me rode it though. my cousin spent his leisure time sitting on one of the benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was time to cross the looong bridge to go to the extreme park! the boys were teasing me about the height of the bridge. geez, boys -.- anyway, we went to ride the bulky motorcycle. i don't know what it was called but  i kind of like the "vroooomness". HAHA! we went for archery and we had second chance to play. i even got a shoot that went straight to the middle! HAHA! well, with the guidance of the person who was in charge there. then, we went for paintball. it was awfully a short time. we decided later to try the flying fox but after one hour waiting in the queue, we decided it was so long we gave up on doing the flying fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we entered the wildlife park later and then finished our trip to Sunway Lagoon. had our very late lunch or early dinner in Sunway Pyramid. the next day, i had a sore feet that lasted for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFLIWeEO4OI/TWiNynlNfOI/AAAAAAAAC7o/qPDCflg111c/s1600/Picture%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFLIWeEO4OI/TWiNynlNfOI/AAAAAAAAC7o/qPDCflg111c/s400/Picture%2B045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577864039256390882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin, Shahmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbXGTcTQexQ/TWiNyVuAt3I/AAAAAAAAC7g/qjbdhD3x-Oc/s1600/Picture%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbXGTcTQexQ/TWiNyVuAt3I/AAAAAAAAC7g/qjbdhD3x-Oc/s400/Picture%2B046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577864034461464434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how happy i am! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg4WjzZ5p48/TWiNycN2zWI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/35dpYjT3ECs/s1600/Picture%2B067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yg4WjzZ5p48/TWiNycN2zWI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/35dpYjT3ECs/s400/Picture%2B067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577864036205645154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QA5Glb_QYxw/TWiNyLshnWI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/eeeJk9hSxVI/s1600/Picture%2B074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QA5Glb_QYxw/TWiNyLshnWI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/eeeJk9hSxVI/s400/Picture%2B074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577864031770877282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... and the scratching monkey. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSANhacn6gs/TWiNyHcrJbI/AAAAAAAAC7I/O9yQAf639vY/s1600/Picture%2B077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSANhacn6gs/TWiNyHcrJbI/AAAAAAAAC7I/O9yQAf639vY/s400/Picture%2B077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577864030630651314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resting for awhile at Wildlife theme park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7398767531922665032?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7398767531922665032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7398767531922665032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/02/fun-day-sore-next-day.html' title='fun day, sore the next day'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFLIWeEO4OI/TWiNynlNfOI/AAAAAAAAC7o/qPDCflg111c/s72-c/Picture%2B045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3545192420099649640</id><published>2011-02-11T21:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:16:13.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yongseo World</title><content type='html'>before i start, this is a &lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt; to anyone that does not like to hear, read or talk about kpop world or whatever you call it. this post will wholly talk about kpop so for those who does not like it, please, change your tab, the address link, or whatever you want to do as long as you feel happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! what is this about all of sudden? few people who are a vivid readers in my blog will know about this one particular couple (&lt;i&gt;or fake couple if you like to call it, i prefer sweet couple&lt;/i&gt;) that is currently undergoing a virtual marriage on television which is now viewed internationally (&lt;i&gt;that's why i get to watch this show. you know because there are few sites broadcasting the live channel. talk about the power of internet!&lt;/i&gt;). yes, the &lt;a href="http://smtownjjang.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/yongseo_seohyun_yonghwa_smtj.jpg?w=490&amp;amp;h=345"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YONGSEO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple! by now, probably some people would be annoyed because recently i kept on talking about this couple that i like to watch so much.  well, i'm going to talk about them in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard somewhere a year ago that there would be a new couple-to-be in the &lt;i&gt;We Got Married&lt;/i&gt; season 2. i watched We Got Married season 1 before but stopped when the original couple or the first three couple had ended their air time on WGM and since then i was like stopping all my activity that involved kpop because i had a big exam that was coming and i need to prepare myself and i kind of succeeded a little bit on that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i came across this article saying that new couple would be featured in WGM and the boy is Jung Yonghwa from CN Blue and the girl is SeoHyun from Girl's Generation. that time i saw Yonghwa from Music Bank together with his band doing their performance and i got hooked up with their song and their handsome (&lt;i&gt;to me at least&lt;/i&gt;) band members and i knew Girl's Generation long ago when i first discovered kpop but i only know &lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/15300000/taeyeon-Genie-japanesse-girls-generation-snsd-15368537-681-1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taeyeon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would watch the show again but somehow in me i got kind of jealous of SeoHyun (&lt;i&gt;yeah, i know i'm silly&lt;/i&gt;), so i let it passed, thinking that until my jealousy passed, i will watch the show. so after i don't know how many weeks, i kind of forget about them until i came across an english subtitle of Yongseo couple from WGM at youtube. at that time, it was the second episode and it was a new episode. so, since i'm not jealous anymore i decided to watch and it's kind of fun watching them. in that episode, they went to eat and it was passed midnight and they had to perform at Music Bank and decided to do a mission, showing their new "engaged" ring and that scene was when i saw both of them on the Music Bank where i first saw CN Blue performed. no wonder it looked familiar. that scene i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, i didn't really give a thought about this two being a couple. i mean, "&lt;i&gt;okay, they're a virtual couple now.&lt;/i&gt;" and that's that but i still watched their episodes, you know, to pass my time. as time goes by, episode per episode, i became aware of the changing between them, the sweet atmosphere, the stares from each other, the patient from Yonghwa leading Seohyun slowly, turning her into a beautiful lady and Seohyun who is trying to learn about relationship and wanted to change for the best, i am awed by their change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you watched their first episode it was so awkward but it slowly change into comfortable atmosphere after a long journey together. it made me wanted to fall in love! HAHA! i mean, it felt like a real relationship, taking things slowly, trying to understand each other, care for each other, they even wear their ring literally EVERYWHERE! sometimes i don't really get them because they can wear their ring only in that show but they decided to wear their ring everywhere. it's their commitment that get me falling for them too. they changed because of each other. it's just, amazing to me. like a sweet love k-drama :) Yonghwa even made song called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBdzs8eBQ1I"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For First Time Lovers (Banmal Song)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while thinking of Seohyun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting this about them is because it's their first anniversary today. from my opinion, they learned a lot from this show especially SeoHyun who likes sweet potato more than boys. like really really really like sweet potato and somehow i think Yonghwa has become important like her sweet potato. keep on learning you two, it's just so wonderful seeing you two together and you guys kind of inspire me about patient and love as well as care for others. it's simple yet that's what makes the beauty. Happy 1st Anniversary Yongseo Couple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finish this post, i'll post their inside "home" which they decorated together which i found so cute! credits to &lt;i&gt;CN BLUE STROM by OmonOona&lt;/i&gt; at&lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/topic/330795-official-seohwa%EC%9A%A9%EC%84%9Cyongseo-sweet-potato-couple-thread-%E2%99%A5/"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Yongseo official Soompi forum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp3ENlglI/AAAAAAAAC7A/haz55TeNpYA/s1600/home4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp3ENlglI/AAAAAAAAC7A/haz55TeNpYA/s400/home4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572476508685304402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp2y5lUGI/AAAAAAAAC64/tIfAHBxtO7g/s1600/home3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp2y5lUGI/AAAAAAAAC64/tIfAHBxtO7g/s400/home3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572476504038002786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp2lixY8I/AAAAAAAAC6w/SeATZWcWRgA/s1600/home2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp2lixY8I/AAAAAAAAC6w/SeATZWcWRgA/s400/home2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572476500452664258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp2eftIaI/AAAAAAAAC6o/0Zvcl5ASGYQ/s1600/CN%2BBLUE%2BSTROM%2Bby%2BOmonOona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp2eftIaI/AAAAAAAAC6o/0Zvcl5ASGYQ/s400/CN%2BBLUE%2BSTROM%2Bby%2BOmonOona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572476498560754082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : and this is my first time posting something like this, about singers couple for a whole post! phewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3545192420099649640?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3545192420099649640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3545192420099649640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/02/yongseo-world.html' title='Yongseo World'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVVp3ENlglI/AAAAAAAAC7A/haz55TeNpYA/s72-c/home4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6275564228269786754</id><published>2011-02-08T19:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:22:39.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling giddy all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully(); catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVEvsLL2f5I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/lQmoidDs2QQ/s1600/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVEvsLL2f5I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/lQmoidDs2QQ/s400/DSC01775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571286649997262738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start working yesterday after a week of holiday. as you can see in the picture, the &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; library and me :) i think i was having my own break at that time and i decided to take a picture and show it to you guys. if you noticed, i don't really favor showing a picture of myself but it's different this time because at that time i was wearing one of my favorite clothes though you can only see the pattern of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as usual, yesterday, my morning started with me waking up from the noise of the television. there was this particular word that made me opened my eyes, &lt;i&gt;university&lt;/i&gt;.uhhuh, weird. continue, had my bath and then being the cause of my mom lateness to school, my mom and i went to school and bought nasi lemak on the way to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was like any days. i'm done by the time the school bell rang and my mom and i was ready to go back. and at night, mandarin class! i thought i was late to class but while i was waiting for the lift, my teacher was standing few meters from me. nyaaaa~! i should have probably said &lt;i&gt;ni hao~&lt;/i&gt; but instead i just look straight into the lift. i know, i'm such a loser when it comes to this. it's the second time it happened. the first time it happened, i was greeting him with the lowest volume i had and 90.9% sure that he didn't heard it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we entered the class. i came through the back door of the class while my teacher came through the front door. the lesson continued as usual, though the amount of students were lesser than half and it was already passed 8 pm. while i was happily getting my books out from my bag, suddenly i was asked to read two sentences from the text book that we used and i think my face showed it all when sir said to not worry about getting embarrassed. HAHA! so i read and he said &lt;i&gt;hen hao~&lt;/i&gt; meaning very good though he commented that i had a little bit of slang and i was asked to translate the sentences that i read. heh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : going to driving practice tomorrow morning! hopefully i won't forget what gear i geared in and getting a "horse ride" right after the traffic light like before. embarrassing but kind of funny too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another p/s : did you see the google page? you can actually play with the gear and the picture inside the google will move according to your direction from the gear. i find it very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVFBfhelY5I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/drqU6Y6cJQ4/s1600/un.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVFBfhelY5I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/drqU6Y6cJQ4/s400/un.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571306223852413842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third time p/s : i just wanted to show off my mom's home made lasagna! HAHA! well, you can see that the cheese is actually the kind of cheese that you can eat with bread. still, it taste heavenly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVFCQOIn72I/AAAAAAAAC6g/ZaCsHwzcj74/s1600/DSC01764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVFCQOIn72I/AAAAAAAAC6g/ZaCsHwzcj74/s400/DSC01764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571307060473622370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6275564228269786754?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6275564228269786754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6275564228269786754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/02/start-working-yesterday-after-week-of.html' title='feeling giddy all over'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TVEvsLL2f5I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/lQmoidDs2QQ/s72-c/DSC01775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6056750727561874127</id><published>2011-02-04T11:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:02:03.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing the henna</title><content type='html'>i just got back home from kampung yesterday after such a long time. brought along my &lt;i&gt;Black DaisyD&lt;/i&gt; which is my lappy's name. my mom gave that name to my lappy. actually, my mom named it DaisyD but because my lappy is black i added Black at the front. anywayyyyy, i brought Black DaisyD to kampung so that i can watch yongseo's episode. i don't know, i've been getting more addicted to this couple. honestly, when i first saw the first episode i was thinking, "&lt;i&gt;okay, awkward.&lt;/i&gt;" but i still watched them every episode but as time goes by i like how their relationship grows with slow pace and it just amazed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my main topic today is how to wear "inai" or henna in a traditional way! HOHO! well, it was my first time wearing henna and for me it is a huge thing for me. i mean, it's my first time! so i recorded the whole process about me wearing henna. HAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first, my aunt picked few branches from the inai tree near the house and gave it to me and told me to pick out the leaves.it was somewhere in the evening. she said don't pick out leaves that have black spots and i, like a diligent student, i only choose leaves with no black spots on it. my mom joined in to pick out the leaves and i kept on throwing out leaves that had black spots that my mom picked. that kind of annoyed my mom so she left me and went to pull grasses around the pineapples. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuIQm6L4NI/AAAAAAAAC5o/6Db5yU1UVmU/s1600/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuIQm6L4NI/AAAAAAAAC5o/6Db5yU1UVmU/s400/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569695183077630162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuOmVVwWAI/AAAAAAAAC5w/QBBcmj-fxfQ/s1600/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuOmVVwWAI/AAAAAAAAC5w/QBBcmj-fxfQ/s400/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569702153388316674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed it~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i kept on picking out the leaves. i found eggs under one of the leaves which i think probably belongs to an unknown insect. it kind of gave me goosebumps though when i look closer and intent. anyway, after that i washed the leaves and put it aside until night came. i had my dinner with my grandmother, my aunt and my mom and later it's henna time! i grind the leaves, crushed it, gave out all my energy, like i was actually hitting someone though actually my aunt do the most work and i just watched with my open mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was finished, my aunt put the finish product from the grinding and smashing at my fingers carefully. it gave me the cool feeling and my aunt commented that my fingers looks like matches. HAHA! yeah, i thought so too since my fingers are short, like really short and the henna was like the head of the matches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuRfgcy6lI/AAAAAAAAC6A/sz1CbbhSYT4/s1600/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuRfgcy6lI/AAAAAAAAC6A/sz1CbbhSYT4/s400/DSC01755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569705334646434386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuRfMKGCbI/AAAAAAAAC54/U2wRq1_WV8U/s1600/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuRfMKGCbI/AAAAAAAAC54/U2wRq1_WV8U/s400/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569705329199286706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, i felt like i want to scratch my head, my hands, my legs, but i stopped myself. that was one hell of a challenge for me. to distract myself, i watched Ip Man. you know, the chinese man who was the best in kung fu. it was on tv3 i think but i didn't get to watch the end since i already felt sleepy and well, the movie was getting a little bit of bloody though the moves were cool. if anyone watched it, mind to tell me the ending? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning, chinese new year, i woke up with grasshopper bouncing on my head. i tried to take a picture of it since if my eyes didn't make any mistakes, it was stripes. yes, stripes! though you have to look closely but the grasshopper hopped and made my grandmother surprised. so i failed to take a perfect picture of the grasshopper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuUDauGc0I/AAAAAAAAC6I/3WjLFNNOtI0/s1600/DSC01761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuUDauGc0I/AAAAAAAAC6I/3WjLFNNOtI0/s400/DSC01761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569708150606951234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the matches fingers with henna!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6056750727561874127?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6056750727561874127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6056750727561874127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/02/doing-henna.html' title='doing the henna'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUuIQm6L4NI/AAAAAAAAC5o/6Db5yU1UVmU/s72-c/DSC01752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-2455066662418658152</id><published>2011-01-30T20:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:26:48.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion party</title><content type='html'>i was listening to &lt;i&gt;Party Like A Rockstar&lt;/i&gt; by Shop Boyz and my mind went drifting to last Thursday (27th Jan). few of my classmates when i was in primary school decided to have a reunion. i had not meet few of them for almost 5 6 years after my primary years ended. we went to different schools and eventhough we live kind of near to each other but we didn't have the chance to meet and do stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet at McDonald at 2 pm but i arrived very late and i apologized to all of them for having to wait for me to go upstairs together. i was late for like 30 minutes! imagine how long did they waited! my mom dropped me at the opposite of McD and i quickly crossed the road after i look at my right, left then right again. you know, for safety measurement. hehe :) reached the McD's door and i saw a bunch of girls, well exactly 15 girls were talking excitedly and when i entered all eyes on me. i was on the spotlight not because i was like really important, it was because i was really late and i was the last to come. BUT! meeting them after a loooooong time is something that i can't really describe. i miss the time when we all were doing stuff together, make troubles together. HAH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUWDYljYStI/AAAAAAAAC5c/p5fKEshKXmM/s1600/166363_10150091578437235_775712234_6040347_4820871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUWDYljYStI/AAAAAAAAC5c/p5fKEshKXmM/s400/166363_10150091578437235_775712234_6040347_4820871_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568000972734089938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUWDYljYStI/AAAAAAAAC5c/p5fKEshKXmM/s1600/166363_10150091578437235_775712234_6040347_4820871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;left from front : yazlin, mai T, izzat, mai A, fatin, nisa, iera&lt;div&gt;right from front : raja, aien, ojie, alia, nurna, faz, me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking the picture : nadia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after i came, we went upstairs and arranged the tables so that we can sit beside each other. talk for few minutes, about current affairs, laugh at silly things, take few pictures and then it was time to eat! i was so hungry at that time i bought double cheese burger with set and big mac plus mcflurry oreo! i would definitely buy mcflurry whenever i went to McD. i was sitting opposite to iera and she showed me a kpop calendar that she got when she bought epop. i went to a shop that sell epop yesterday and wanted to buy it because of the calendar but the magazine was already February issue and i asked the cashier if January issue is still in stock but he said none so BOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the reunion story, after all of us had our food in front of us, we started to eat and old stories started to flood out of us. hearing everything from the past made all of us reminiscing our times together. from when we were all in different groups "fighting" each other, diaries issue which was hilarious, teachers that we looooooove to tease, crushes, punishment moments, &lt;i&gt;nasi goreng&lt;/i&gt; story which i will always remember, arm wrestling, almost every stories came out that day. i had so much fun listening to them again. we even talked about our own secondary school and classmates when we were standard 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reunion lasted for two or three hours. then iera, faz and i joined fatin, nisa, mai A and alia for a karaoke session. luckily i got a green sign from my mom. so the 7 of us started to head to the nearest bus stop to go to JJ. met pipah on our way to the bus stop and i without thinking shouted her name loudly. i mean, i was so happy to meet her. memories of the two of us always joking when we were having our private class with Madame Faizah kept flashing inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started to rain lightly when we reached the bus stop and luckily the bus was just arrived. we hopped in and arrived at JJ few minutes later. i must say, the karaoke session was awesome! i love it when we were all singing &lt;i&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/i&gt;, at the top of our lungs, jumping on the long couch, and later before we went out from the karaoke room, we sang &lt;i&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/i&gt; again, jumping like a mad person and then &lt;i&gt;Hey Ladies&lt;/i&gt; which was even more mad and so insane. i was literally laughing so hard while trying to sing, well actually shouting to the lyrics shown on the screen. i thought my cheek was going to burst because of the nonstop laugh. i was just surprised i didn't lost my voice at the end of the day. iera, faz and i parted with nisa, fatin, alia and mai A later and said goodbye. the three of us were waiting for faz's mom, sitting at one of the bench inside JJ eating tako's. what a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-2455066662418658152?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2455066662418658152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/2455066662418658152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/01/reunion-party.html' title='reunion party'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TUWDYljYStI/AAAAAAAAC5c/p5fKEshKXmM/s72-c/166363_10150091578437235_775712234_6040347_4820871_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-567711861817671006</id><published>2011-01-19T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:30:03.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TTa8h8mq1dI/AAAAAAAAC5U/e35Lz7h3FR8/s1600/tumblr_lf948apZjj1qblf6co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TTa8h8mq1dI/AAAAAAAAC5U/e35Lz7h3FR8/s400/tumblr_lf948apZjj1qblf6co1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563841681052849618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to the mandarin class i just want to post this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN LERMAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo ai ni ~ &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-567711861817671006?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/567711861817671006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/567711861817671006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/01/19th.html' title='19th! ♥'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TTa8h8mq1dI/AAAAAAAAC5U/e35Lz7h3FR8/s72-c/tumblr_lf948apZjj1qblf6co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-361654605471186114</id><published>2011-01-16T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:44:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://sa-cool.deviantart.com/art/Yellow-flower-V-123649381?q=boost:popular%20flower&amp;amp;qo=171"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TTMeqxcbPYI/AAAAAAAAC5M/8QPbP5PV-ao/s400/ef83d5a4f85c45833a2b76ae9f2b504d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562823684908596610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people kind of asking me a lot of questions recently. &lt;i&gt;what are you doing right now?&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;did you take the driver license&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; are you working?&lt;/i&gt;, etc. that kind of questions. well, i've been telling to them nothing more than 5% of what i am doing right now and one of them even said that i've become a new person with mysteries lingering around me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to break some of my mysteries now since the questions keep coming to me. so here goes. i work ( if getting your own leisure time doing the work and still receives money counts as work ), i am studying ( which makes me a worker and a student which made me think i was kind of cool. HAHAHA! ) and i am now a L type for the driving license. hopefully i'm not going to stay L for a long period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem. SO! what kind of work am i doing right now? they would be minds imagining me working at JJ. well, most of them who asked me thought that i would be working there. honestly, at first i was not going to work and planned to just lazy around in front of the lappy, watching yongseo episodes over and over again but things became bored when the first week of 2011 approached and one day my mom came back from work asking me if i wanted to work. basically, i said okay without hesitation and asked the details from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well currently, i'm working at the primary school's library. HAH! at least even if i can't work at a bookstore i'm still working at a place full of books and i'm happy about it. before starting my work, i would read few and then began my work then read again and then did my work, talked to the students there, watching them playing eventhough it's a library, reminiscing my childhood. actually, my real work is coding all the books there. is it called coding? i don't really what's it called but it's like "registering" the books. kind of like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had joined a mandarin class too. then people would ask me &lt;i&gt;why didn't you take korean language class then?&lt;/i&gt; well of course i wanted too! but i need to think about the transportation and also the time. i can only wish about learning that language but still thankful that i can read it. the mandarin class is on monday and wednesday night. on the first meeting last tuesday, i was late for it. like 5 more minutes for the meeting to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived, one of the professors ushered me into the auditorium full of people. i was clueless when suddenly it ended and the students were going out of the auditorium. i looked around and with a hesitation followed the crowd and they were all heading to a buletin board.&lt;i&gt; ahhh~ they were looking for their class&lt;/i&gt;, i thought. a lot of things happened in that one tuesday night. i even kind of lost my way walking to the engineering department since the class took place there. luckily i met few people that were also in the same class as mine and i just followed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need right now is a fighting spirit and a lot of laughter. well, &lt;i&gt;zaijian~&lt;/i&gt; ( &lt;i&gt;meaning see you later in mandarin :)&lt;/i&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-361654605471186114?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/361654605471186114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/361654605471186114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-life.html' title='my new life'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TTMeqxcbPYI/AAAAAAAAC5M/8QPbP5PV-ao/s72-c/ef83d5a4f85c45833a2b76ae9f2b504d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3961353639725200894</id><published>2011-01-05T23:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:48:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraser Hill all the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVTYzUtgEI/AAAAAAAAC4c/o1JPGUl1hg8/s1600/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVTYzUtgEI/AAAAAAAAC4c/o1JPGUl1hg8/s400/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558941000617787458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th December 2010 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 10 days after SPM ended that i went to Fraser Hill.i was quite excited. it was my second time i went there. the first time was when i was little and i don't even remember the detail. my mom and i slept at my aunt's house the night before. we prepared food for the next day since we'll stop somewhere decent for a picnic. well, i was just helping around and not much of a help to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the next day we were busy uploading our bags, ready to take off. my cousin and his family were already off first early in the morning together with his friends for a wedding in Temerloh. we'll be meeting at Fraser Hill later. so my uncle, aunt, another cousin of mine, my mom and i started off our journey. we stopped hours later at a playground which had a hut and had a picnic there. the weather was nice with trees covering us from the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we continued our journey and stopped at the Gap which refers to the path that goes from bottom to up to Fraser Hill and vice versa and in turn. we arrived before 1 pm so we waited with others who also were going up to Fraser Hill. when it was closed to 1pm everyone hoped in their car and started their engine. it was a sight for me. it was kind of a long journey to go up. we even kind of lost when we tried to search for the bungalow we rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we found the bungalow, the first thing we did were going through every room. i shared room with my mom and my cousin. then we went to the main town. we went a little more up and found a place that we can cycled (?) a boat. my cousin decided to try and asked me if i wanted to. why not? :) so we cycled around the lake for 15 minutes and we felt like we were jogging and exercising. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went around to take pictures here and there, bought few things at the gift shop and went back to the bungalow when it was getting dark. it was so cold at night and well, i had a very good sleep with coldness lingering :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th December 2010 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say that when the weather is cold you would eat with a good appetite. that was what i experienced early that morning. the smell of the breakfast being made was cycling around the house. the smell made my stomach growled! i had one of the most delicious breakfast i had on my life despite the simplicity. we checked out few hours later and went to a food court there. it was lunch hour so the place was pack and i might add here that i had my food after more than an hour after i ordered my food. how slow could the service be? i mean, by the time i had my food the place kind of deserted. were they playing favourite? jishhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we decided to go and see the waterfall and we had to go down and down and down but we were informed later that it took about 10 minutes of walking to the waterfall. since we were kind of rushing to make time for the Gap, we decided we wouldn't go. on our back up, we saw this huge centipede(?) i don't know what it's called but it was so huge for it size! my mom was shouting like the centipede would eat her. it was so funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVTZKnHSKI/AAAAAAAAC4k/rh9-UomZIBU/s1600/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVTZKnHSKI/AAAAAAAAC4k/rh9-UomZIBU/s400/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558941006868990114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bungalow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVVU1j5_DI/AAAAAAAAC5E/oH2GEEx_N-g/s1600/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVVU1j5_DI/AAAAAAAAC5E/oH2GEEx_N-g/s400/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558943131522169906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a hotel i stayed with my mom, my dad and my dad's side family when i was there for the first time . my mom asked my uncle to drive here and she was close to tears when we arrived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVVUk_-rLI/AAAAAAAAC48/Oi9UWxHILn0/s1600/DSC03880%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVVUk_-rLI/AAAAAAAAC48/Oi9UWxHILn0/s400/DSC03880%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558943127076514994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and this is the CENTIPEDE! it kind of look small here but believe me it is HUGE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3961353639725200894?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3961353639725200894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3961353639725200894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/01/fraser-hill-all-way.html' title='Fraser Hill all the way!'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSVTYzUtgEI/AAAAAAAAC4c/o1JPGUl1hg8/s72-c/DSC01581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6948699079744269170</id><published>2011-01-04T08:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:24:58.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, another time</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSJ046uFx2I/AAAAAAAAC4M/hEONcCw5gVI/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSJ046uFx2I/AAAAAAAAC4M/hEONcCw5gVI/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558133411312682850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start my post with my new tumblr's background! woohoo YONGSEO! XD ehem! well, i just came back from buying nasi lemak for my breakfast just across the stairs near my neighbourhood area which my mom constantly asked me to do early this morning before she went to work. what i love was that the comment made by the owner of the stall. she said "do you want anchovies and nuts?" and another buyer said that "nuts? doesn't she afraid of pimples might surface up?" and the owner replied "she doesn't has a pimple". HAHA! i always love this comment whenever people said that near me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that to be proud or anything. it's just that it feels so good to hear that :) anywayyyy, people around me or rather almost all of my friends have started to work and since school started yesterday, i've been sitting in front of my lappy from morning to midnight, searching for any entertainment possible for me. i don't want to search for work and since my mom discourage me to do so, why would i right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i need to do so much things like the project for doing the formula boards. i know it's simple but if my ideas are flowing, well it would be awesome and i wouldn't be embarrass about my work later but when i am in a dry mood, there wouldn't be any good things come later. so eventhough i try hard working on it, i would like to apologize to my teacher for having to wait for it eventhough i said it would be finish before 2011 yet it is now the fourth day of January 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i need to do is going for the theory test for driving license. my mom has been asking me everyday almost every hour when will i take the test. she said before this i was so excited about it and won't wait a bit but now she said that i just lost interest. well, it's not that i lost interest about it, it's just you know, something is happening inside me that i just don't know what. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i have finally wear contact lens which i took about more than 45 minutes to wear it for the first time. HAHA! i know there would be "some" reaction about it. i was even angry at myself because i took a long time to wear it. what a burden i am to the one of the workers there who was teaching me how to wear it BUT the next day it took me less then 5 minutes to wear it. big improvement right? HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6948699079744269170?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6948699079744269170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6948699079744269170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-another-time.html' title='another day, another time'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TSJ046uFx2I/AAAAAAAAC4M/hEONcCw5gVI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8783449218445735417</id><published>2011-01-01T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:59:28.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year! &amp; yongseo moment</title><content type='html'>first of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011 EVERYONE! it's been a very long journey last year but i guarantee that it would be much longer this year. i have few of my resolutions that i didn't do or actually didn't have time to manage few of my resolutions but whatever it is, i need to be more positive about the days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many things to share about from my memory of last year that i will post it here sooner or later but before that i wanted to post about my favourite couple from the variety show from Korea "We Got Married", the YONGSEO COUPLE! &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de8e23136730005" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0de8e23136730005%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5749EAD8186CFD9E4E1FC637343044FF691A0148.5DC5C96AE19974553CE47EE798E385BB8213D3A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde8e23136730005%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV_bRL1Ordy4qo5JLjYQ0Vu-1T64&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0de8e23136730005%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5749EAD8186CFD9E4E1FC637343044FF691A0148.5DC5C96AE19974553CE47EE798E385BB8213D3A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde8e23136730005%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV_bRL1Ordy4qo5JLjYQ0Vu-1T64&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original video is from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBdzs8eBQ1I"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the yongseo official account :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in the recent show, they'd been given mission to make a duet couple song and from a in progress song that originally the guy, Yonghwa are making for the girl, Seohyun, they made the song and i looooooooove the song. not only because i like to the both of them together but also because of the song itself. i just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they posted the song in youtube and in three days they got the most viewed video! i may say that it is awesome. the background was the couch they were sitting on in their house which currently they "live together". as if :) . anyway, enjoy the video and HAPPY NEW YEAR AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this is an article that was posted from the &lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/topic/330795-official-seohwa-sweet-potato-couple-thread/page__st__31840?s=3dbded7ffb1401b307d6c4e95fa83af5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yongseo official forum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;i&gt;wishwash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jung Yonghwa – Seohyun “Banmal Song”, more than 1 million views in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated from Baidu Goguma Bar.&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Goguma Bar News Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 3 days, Jung Yonghwa – Seohyun “Yongseo Couple”’s Banmal Song Youtube video had more than 1 million views and received attention from the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 31st, the MBC production team told the reporters that Yongseo couple’s Banmal song video, which was uploaded onto Youtube in the early morning on the 27th, had more than 1 million views within 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing Yongseo couple’s self-produced Banmal song UCC, netizens commented, “Didn’t really think that they would upload it” and “Hope there will be a second couple song” etc. In particular, as most of the comments were made in English, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Malay and other foreign languages, Yongseo couple’s popularity around the world is very much evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, fans from different countries covered their own instrumental versions on guitar and piano, added English, Chinese and Spanish subtitles, as well as other fanmade versions, and subsequently uploaded them onto the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emcees who caught the BTS of the banmal song video beforehand during the WGM studio recording on the 29th also had positive comments. They said, “Although it’s cheesy/mushy, but I’m (we’re) envious.”, as well as “The production process looks fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind the making of Yongseo couple’s Banmal Song will be revealed on 1 January 2011 at 5pm on WGM.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8783449218445735417?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8783449218445735417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8783449218445735417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-yongseo-moment.html' title='happy new year! &amp; yongseo moment'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1868993996883217528</id><published>2010-12-16T21:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:15:20.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grope the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aleksandrahope.deviantart.com/art/Washing-day-189752266?q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=220"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQod00l6iGI/AAAAAAAAC38/FzbwHSoyL0g/s400/washing_day__by_aleksandrahope-d34z1sa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551282283995629666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to post something but lately i feel so lazy. honestly, everyday i used the internet. it's getting bored i can say. nothing exciting happened today. my mom and i just sat in my room watching the yongseo episode 1 to episode 35. HAHA! i asked my mom if she wanted to watch the variety show that i currently really like to watch so she said sure. after we finished watching all of the episodes, i asked her what did she think about my favourite couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she said that it would be a pity if they "divorce" because, the trust that they built, the memory that they made, the laughter, the joy, it would end just like that. my mom also said that the two of them, yonghwa and seohyun seems to like each other though seohyun doesn't know how to express herself much. but one thing for sure, my mom's comments about them made me happy! HAHA! and so i was smiling like for few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've been wanting to finish reading this one book titled The Magician by Lev Grossman. i bought the book last year if i'm not mistaken and usually i would be finishing the book few weeks after i bought the book but honestly, i don't understand the story. what i mean is, i can't imagine. you know, when you read something you try to imagine what it was about. trying to figure out what was happening, something in that way and so after SPM ended, i thought i might try to read it again and finish it but the sparks of me wanting to read it is not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even bought a book last sunday when i was out watching movies with my cousin, Harry Potter and Narnia which were awesome! ehem. well, the book is called "10 reasons not to fall in love" which my cousin recommended it but still i can't feel the enthusiasm to read fiction books. anyway, last monday i went to UiTM to apply for the language class. one of my cousin droved my mom's kelisa to there with mom at the front seat and another cousin of mine and i at the back. when we entered the campus, i was totally lost to where we were going. we went deep inside the campus, turn right then turn left then turn another left and suddenly we were at a parking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that the four of us went to Sunway Pyramid to "wash" our eyes. we went to the red box for lunch and my cousins and i were kind of hogging the mic especially me. i was literally singing almost all of the korean songs there. HAHA! and my cousins were like watching me since they can't sing along but i think we had a great two hours in there. my throat hurts after that and my voice sounds weird. that evening, i went and met up with iera. HA! exchanging news, gossipping. you know what will happen if two girls meet :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1868993996883217528?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1868993996883217528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1868993996883217528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/12/grope-day.html' title='grope the day'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQod00l6iGI/AAAAAAAAC38/FzbwHSoyL0g/s72-c/washing_day__by_aleksandrahope-d34z1sa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8610721924241985178</id><published>2010-12-12T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:23:18.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ceriaz.deviantart.com/art/Why-is-a-flower-44610659?q=boost:popular+flower&amp;amp;qo=33"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQTnTLQZPfI/AAAAAAAAC30/mF9zfChdNe4/s400/Why_is_a_flower_______by_Ceriaz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549814957452377586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was busy going in and out of the house. i think it was three times! first, early in the morning, my mom and i went to the hairdresser. finally, i had time to 'trimmed' my hair. i've been wanting to cut my hair like few months ago but due to the SPM i didn't have time to do it. anyway, the main thing is that i finally had my hair to be cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the two of us wandering around andalas with my mom's kelisa and then saw the wet market. so my mom decided to make a stop there eventhough at that time it was like almost afternoon. people were packing up. we succeeded to but the chicken though. few of the blood sticked to my clothes when it was being chopped. i find it kind of gruesome. you know, picturing that the chicken was going to be punish and then suddenly it was being chopped. ugh, tragic ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later we went back home and get ready to go to my mom's friend's son's wedding but one thing that made me uncomfortable, my sneezing! it was one of the most miserable sneeze i had in my whole life. my nose was itching all over. met my additional mathematics teacher there too. i sat in one table with her family. nice meeting her there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later, my mom and i went back home. right before we entered to house, i said to my mom let's go shopping! i mean for food storage. my mom was like "okay, with baju kurung?" and i was like "TOTALLY!" so we set off to but for our food storage. i was tired by the time we arrived home. i got a call from iera at late evening. how i miss her! at night, my cousin came to stay with my mom and i for few days. it's going to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8610721924241985178?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8610721924241985178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8610721924241985178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/12/days-ahead.html' title='days ahead'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQTnTLQZPfI/AAAAAAAAC30/mF9zfChdNe4/s72-c/Why_is_a_flower_______by_Ceriaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1167443979271227968</id><published>2010-12-10T18:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:23:54.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motor show 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIFj1hjJGI/AAAAAAAAC1c/YvLEa13cMys/s1600/DSC01722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIFj1hjJGI/AAAAAAAAC1c/YvLEa13cMys/s400/DSC01722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549003804095226978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so this is my first activity after SPM. well, besides shopping after the next day after SPM  ended. Motor Show 2010! one of my cousin asked me to join him and his family as well as his sister to go to the Motor Show yesterday while my mom and i were visiting my aunt and my mom said that i can go. cars there are awesome! like totally awesome! i even leave my love there for proton emas and the red vespa. we arrived there and bought the tickets and went straight to the hall 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of people. i know i should not felt surprised but still it was still kind of early when we reached there. we started to take pictures here and there. then move on to the next hall. there were 4 halls. bumblebee was there too. HOHO! :) oh, i met one of my classmates when i was in the primary school. i didn't notice that she was so tall. i felt like a kindergarden student who has to look up at a secondary students. that's how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after hours inside the halls, we went to buy food. i was literally hungry and bought popcorns and hotdog. the hotdog was expensive but i was so hungry and well, it was tasty. so i was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWNYqsUEI/AAAAAAAAC2E/TqcLmZWuHQs/s1600/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWNYqsUEI/AAAAAAAAC2E/TqcLmZWuHQs/s400/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549022110089498690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proton emas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWM9_mftI/AAAAAAAAC18/m2tO-hjaJMU/s1600/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWM9_mftI/AAAAAAAAC18/m2tO-hjaJMU/s400/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549022102929440466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWMjctcWI/AAAAAAAAC10/YLSOS-Vw2P8/s1600/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWMjctcWI/AAAAAAAAC10/YLSOS-Vw2P8/s400/DSC01701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549022095803773282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWMECm-kI/AAAAAAAAC1s/jqNi_Qxty5E/s1600/DSC01703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWMECm-kI/AAAAAAAAC1s/jqNi_Qxty5E/s400/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549022087372798530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWLvBJTRI/AAAAAAAAC1k/orgwDWV5Nl4/s1600/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWLvBJTRI/AAAAAAAAC1k/orgwDWV5Nl4/s400/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549022081729514770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red vespa ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIWLvBJTRI/AAAAAAAAC1k/orgwDWV5Nl4/s1600/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXlm-Vd9I/AAAAAAAAC2s/_Lha_3QsU0I/s1600/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXlm-Vd9I/AAAAAAAAC2s/_Lha_3QsU0I/s400/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023625758472146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXlMvMxJI/AAAAAAAAC2k/v5R5julsSxI/s1600/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXlMvMxJI/AAAAAAAAC2k/v5R5julsSxI/s400/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023618715665554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXkrWVPPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/H6cL8oLezyU/s1600/DSC01707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXkrWVPPI/AAAAAAAAC2c/H6cL8oLezyU/s400/DSC01707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023609752993010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this. OMG GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXkDcLgxI/AAAAAAAAC2U/I7R0J6D33_I/s1600/DSC01708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXkDcLgxI/AAAAAAAAC2U/I7R0J6D33_I/s400/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023599040103186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumblebee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXjgfzhzI/AAAAAAAAC2M/VFf8ZjrWZUQ/s1600/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIXjgfzhzI/AAAAAAAAC2M/VFf8ZjrWZUQ/s400/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023589660067634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY8jb44sI/AAAAAAAAC3U/t_p7zu8L91c/s1600/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY8jb44sI/AAAAAAAAC3U/t_p7zu8L91c/s400/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025119457305282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY8JsGfWI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Cj_hPBBBeDA/s1600/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY8JsGfWI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Cj_hPBBBeDA/s400/DSC01713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025112545983842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY79TGrHI/AAAAAAAAC3E/i0tAtdyUbd0/s1600/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY79TGrHI/AAAAAAAAC3E/i0tAtdyUbd0/s400/DSC01714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025109219912818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY7THQOlI/AAAAAAAAC28/1p-Pfu37NZo/s1600/DSC01715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY7THQOlI/AAAAAAAAC28/1p-Pfu37NZo/s400/DSC01715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025097895918162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY69WDWGI/AAAAAAAAC20/JzXFlBOjr3Y/s1600/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIY69WDWGI/AAAAAAAAC20/JzXFlBOjr3Y/s400/DSC01717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025092052408418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIZmJU4a-I/AAAAAAAAC3k/WMDgbQ6QPAE/s1600/DSC01718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIZmJU4a-I/AAAAAAAAC3k/WMDgbQ6QPAE/s400/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549025834003098594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIa2GHQ6pI/AAAAAAAAC3s/LXVcmNzjYns/s1600/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIa2GHQ6pI/AAAAAAAAC3s/LXVcmNzjYns/s400/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549027207530211986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1167443979271227968?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1167443979271227968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1167443979271227968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/12/motor-show-2010.html' title='motor show 2010'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TQIFj1hjJGI/AAAAAAAAC1c/YvLEa13cMys/s72-c/DSC01722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4046605211058998583</id><published>2010-12-08T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:30:52.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TP96ZVo4cgI/AAAAAAAAC1U/DnLhjuoBags/s1600/DSC016411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TP96ZVo4cgI/AAAAAAAAC1U/DnLhjuoBags/s400/DSC016411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548287841667674626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM ends!&lt;br /&gt;exactly at 3.30 pm today :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4046605211058998583?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4046605211058998583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4046605211058998583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/12/ends.html' title='ends'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TP96ZVo4cgI/AAAAAAAAC1U/DnLhjuoBags/s72-c/DSC016411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3289847520312417707</id><published>2010-11-20T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:04:26.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOfjAOzfN5I/AAAAAAAAC1E/Pd8b9-58mPk/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOfjAOzfN5I/AAAAAAAAC1E/Pd8b9-58mPk/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541647459616241554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last screen cap from my tumblr, it's about the yongseo couple! &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3289847520312417707?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3289847520312417707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3289847520312417707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOfjAOzfN5I/AAAAAAAAC1E/Pd8b9-58mPk/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1727685199816381255</id><published>2010-11-20T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:57:45.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yongseo again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOfgP_3OTXI/AAAAAAAAC08/n_zo57J6cEE/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOfgP_3OTXI/AAAAAAAAC08/n_zo57J6cEE/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541644431948402034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share something. do you see the square boxes? i squared the &lt;u&gt;wgm&lt;/u&gt; that stands for 'we got married' and &lt;u&gt;yongseo&lt;/u&gt; that stands for yonghwa and seohyun, my favourite couple in WGM! i don't know what happened in the latest episode but this is just enough to make me smile ear to ear tonight. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, back to studying. SPM is like two more days from now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1727685199816381255?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1727685199816381255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1727685199816381255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/11/yongseo-again.html' title='yongseo again!'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOfgP_3OTXI/AAAAAAAAC08/n_zo57J6cEE/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-444114754860817060</id><published>2010-11-18T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:05:13.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the asian game</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://amehisakatamizu.deviantart.com/art/Golden-Leaves-186657919?qj=2&amp;amp;q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=708"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOZYVskD8FI/AAAAAAAAC00/1YitbU6SN3c/s400/golden_leaves_by_amehisakatamizu-d334q67.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541213521288884306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a very long time since i opened my blog. you know, with the upcoming SPM, i just don't have the time or rather not in the mood to share anything here even though i have tons to write about but today's match of Malaysia's hockey team at Guangzhou made me want to share my thoughts about the game and the players. first thing first, i am so PROUD of them! the way they played were full of spirit even though in the end they were tied 2-2 with Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i were shouting. i only noticed that we were so loud when iera came by to fetch her things. i was at the porch to open the gate for iera when i heard my mom shouting like 'hell'. my mom and i were too immersed in the game while iera was watching, sitting at the dining table in our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, my mom asked me to mention S. Kumar who is the goal keeper for the hockey team. he was amazing in that game. he kept on fighting, defending the hockey ball from entering the goal even though he had been injured. Mr Kumar, YOU ROCK! my mom asked me to mention Azizulhasni Awang too, the track cyclist. OMG not only he's handsome but he was so good in the game that he won the first place along with Josiah Ng for the second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:xx-large;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-444114754860817060?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/444114754860817060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/444114754860817060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/11/asian-game.html' title='the asian game'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TOZYVskD8FI/AAAAAAAAC00/1YitbU6SN3c/s72-c/golden_leaves_by_amehisakatamizu-d334q67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3320748125727045548</id><published>2010-10-30T20:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:59:58.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colourful day</title><content type='html'>i think the school magazine club party today went well. i was late to arrive to the place though. everyone had already had their meals in front of them. well, the party was held at Kenny Rogers. i could feel the happy atmosphere around me. i was seated beside saimi and ojie. i was sitting inside where people had to stand to make way for me to get in so every time anyone of us received a prize we needed to get out from the row of tables and waited for the person to get in back. it was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were games and everyone received prizes. the party ended something somewhere at 4 plus pm. so later Bell headed somewhere while aien, saimi, amal, ojie, iera and i went to arcade. the place was seriously packed and i really could not stand pack places. iera wanted to go "window shopping" so i took the chance and followed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed to replace my phone chain since it was already broken so iera and i went to all sorts of shops that sell phone chain. we even bought a cute note book each though we aren't planning to use it. later we went back to the arcade to meet up with the others and we searched for them but they weren't there. so iera and i headed to the ground level and searched for them. iera asked me to call Ojie but she didn't answer. then i called Bell and she didn't answer either. so we thought they were already went back. i called Aien too and finally someone was answering the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time i had already called my mom to fetch me and iera originally wanted to take the bus ride home but later changed her mind and my mom gave a ride. we were waiting for my mom when there was an indian performance, the classic dance. i was amazed by their performance. we even had a free test food near the performance being performed and i even encountered a baby face guy. HAHA! it was an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! yesterday i helped saimi and iera made invitation cards and other stuffs for the party until the school hours ended. so much things to do at last minute but nevertheless we pull it through and managed to give out the invitations to the people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: scroll; height: 500px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxL7pwCMVI/AAAAAAAAC0M/zidqH_oVkDU/s1600/DSC01648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxL7pwCMVI/AAAAAAAAC0M/zidqH_oVkDU/s400/DSC01648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533881530323186002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iera and our big boss, Puan Rohaineza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=small&gt;sorry about the photo. even though i tried to rotate it didn't came like what i wanted after i uploaded here. ugh!&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxJHeD0LAI/AAAAAAAACzM/jXMxB4t2Zlg/s1600/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxJHeD0LAI/AAAAAAAACzM/jXMxB4t2Zlg/s400/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533878434808474626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "couples"! HAHA! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKmMexVmI/AAAAAAAACz8/r_cNl1hkS2c/s1600/DSCI0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKmMexVmI/AAAAAAAACz8/r_cNl1hkS2c/s400/DSCI0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533880062177269346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this are the examples of the back covers for the invitation cards.&lt;br /&gt;for female and for male :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKl3qfveI/AAAAAAAACz0/VYfAoj08S_M/s1600/DSCI0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKl3qfveI/AAAAAAAACz0/VYfAoj08S_M/s400/DSCI0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533880056589303266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us in the magazine room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKlsCQ9lI/AAAAAAAACzs/lJ-n6-a3rcc/s1600/DSCI0014+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKlsCQ9lI/AAAAAAAACzs/lJ-n6-a3rcc/s400/DSCI0014+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533880053467772498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKlIwszeI/AAAAAAAACzk/D9t_bULt0m0/s1600/DSCI0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKlIwszeI/AAAAAAAACzk/D9t_bULt0m0/s400/DSCI0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533880043998858722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saimi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKk6bDFfI/AAAAAAAACzc/eFlaepsYAYs/s1600/DSCI0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxKk6bDFfI/AAAAAAAACzc/eFlaepsYAYs/s400/DSCI0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533880040149947890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="font-size:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3320748125727045548?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3320748125727045548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3320748125727045548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/colourful-day.html' title='colourful day'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMxL7pwCMVI/AAAAAAAAC0M/zidqH_oVkDU/s72-c/DSC01648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8096070258085362590</id><published>2010-10-27T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:47:42.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picking up bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://absent-minded-idiot.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-Ivy-184095170?qj=1&amp;amp;q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=469"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMhI9jwKoqI/AAAAAAAACzE/ljPiOtbC8tA/s400/autumn_ivy_by_absent_minded_idiot-d31lsqq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532752364631138978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TMhI9jwKoqI/AAAAAAAACzE/ljPiOtbC8tA/s1600/autumn_ivy_by_absent_minded_idiot-d31lsqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much had happened today. first, happy birthday to aien! yeay for you! now you're 17 like all of us NANIRO. before, i was thinking about giving you a bookmark i make myself specially for  you but i ran out of idea at the last minute. well, hope you like what i gave you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;move on! only 20 classmates of mine came today minus myself out of 38. this morning was cold. i can't stand myself sitting right under the spinning fan in my class so i went around the class just to get warmed though it doesn't wary much the coldness. in the end i went and sit beside the window and chat with few of my classmates. time passes quickly and half of my hours at school, i was yawning several times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhow, after school session ended, iera and i were planning to go to KFC at JJ for lunch but some work had to be done and when it was done, it was already 4 pm. Puan Rohaineza was so good to send us in front of the JJ. well, at least we're saving our money for the bus fee. HAHA! thanks teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was awkward for me to walk in a crowded place with my school bag. it felt like i was playing truant when obviously i am not. the two of us walked straight into the McDonald's door and went to the KFC that was just opposite the McDonald. we were eating fast because we were hungry. it was like heaven to me to receive food at such time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later, we headed to the bus stop to wait for the bus. while waiting for the bus, iera and i talked about a lot of things. somewhere in between i thought that i would never able to do things like this frequently with her anymore after high school year ended. i'll miss the joy of gossiping openly with her for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0263af0208a4db73%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B218EC02D0154F74E1DEB5112A538862DAF1B61.717926941A5382F397A350CE26ADF2AE47DB600F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D263af0208a4db73%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dlsn1_pUua0aLtuOciWpS0YyJcLo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i recorded few clips about how my high school life is. i thought after i recorded videos i would edit and share to you guys about it but later when i was editing, i think it would be more good if i show you guys my teachers since i would be finishing high school in few more weeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try to record clips of other teachers that teach me after this and share it with you guys. hopefully, my intentions of showing my wonderful teachers with you guys will not become a crime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so three teachers that i recorded today, Puan Sarimah, Puan Boo and Puan Rashidah. &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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3181046231686788722?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3181046231686788722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3181046231686788722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/teachers.html' title='teachers'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1444458004515467115</id><published>2010-10-17T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:41:50.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yongseo love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5149516406aa4c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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whenever i see them together.&lt;/div&gt;YONGSEO &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1444458004515467115?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1444458004515467115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1444458004515467115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/yongseo-love.html' title='yongseo love'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1978281176116757210</id><published>2010-10-17T09:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:38:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day fun night</title><content type='html'>yesterday i had so much fun. it was tiring though but nevertheless it was awesome. early in the morning my mom dropped me in front of the school. it was like 8 something in the morning. wearing my uniform school, i walked through the school gate and searched for NANIRO. they were sitting under the humongous roof. there were other prefects wearing traditional clothes sitting and talking under the roof. they were having a prefect gathering. honestly, i think the decoration was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, originally i should be going to my school prefect gathering but i was heading to La Salle school with eight more senior prefects for their school prefect gathering. we arrived there separately and met inside the school close to 9 o'clock. we went to the registration and went inside their hall. the event started with the hosts entered from behind us. it was cool. after few games and performances we ate and then continued with more games and performances. when the event ended the nine of us took photos outside the hall and waited for our parents to come and fetched us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLrttdgpxeI/AAAAAAAACy8/vRXOLz087n0/s1600/DSCI0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLrttdgpxeI/AAAAAAAACy8/vRXOLz087n0/s400/DSCI0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528992857822184930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLrttdgpxeI/AAAAAAAACy8/vRXOLz087n0/s1600/DSCI0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; iera and aswad :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was exhausted by the time i reached home but before i take a nap, i went to my closet and choose my clothes for the night and when i had already choose, BOOM! i slept. when i woke up i felt so refreshing. went to my school with the clothes i had choose at 5 something in the evening and met other students who would be going to the "jamuan" for kelab agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after registration, we climbed in the bus. NANIRO got the back seats and boy, it was like a horse ride. we went to the masjid negeri first to perform our prayer and later went to the geng's cafe. it was such a blast especially the games that the committee members had planned. i was laughing all my organs out, even my brain while playing the games. it was so much fun for me. the event ended with us taking pictures almost every corner of the cafe and outside the cafe. later we headed to the i-city where at first iera and i were following the others and later we went without the others and got to buy a flash headband. it was a fun night. i arrived home late about 12 something and my mom had already fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-1978281176116757210?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1978281176116757210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/1978281176116757210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-day-fun-night.html' title='fun day fun night'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLrttdgpxeI/AAAAAAAACy8/vRXOLz087n0/s72-c/DSCI0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3912786020650119694</id><published>2010-10-15T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:46:59.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute dorky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLg-j-2qU-I/AAAAAAAACyU/ln5_XsV9k8M/s1600/xander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLg-j-2qU-I/AAAAAAAACyU/ln5_XsV9k8M/s400/xander.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528237330485892066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kevin : It's really hard to delete pictures and all those memories but it's even harder                 to delete that                person from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Alexander : How do you know about it?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin : It says on the script.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two members of UKiss, Kevin and Alexander were the hosts of a show called &lt;i&gt;Pops In Seoul&lt;/i&gt; and Kevin really followed the script. LOL for dorky and innocence &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3912786020650119694?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3912786020650119694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3912786020650119694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-dorky.html' title='cute dorky'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TLg-j-2qU-I/AAAAAAAACyU/ln5_XsV9k8M/s72-c/xander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6555911632466095968</id><published>2010-10-11T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:01:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7be30bb219cb27" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6555911632466095968?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6555911632466095968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6555911632466095968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4055898481371980641</id><published>2010-10-10T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:31:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c995ef2435be3eac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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everything away just to grab her shoes.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4055898481371980641?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4055898481371980641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4055898481371980641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-niece.html' title='dear niece'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-1558624740570465683</id><published>2010-10-10T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:20:32.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to Malacca</title><content type='html'>so yesterday, i went to a trip to Melaka. honestly, i had so much fun and my stress was flowing out with my laughter. i arrived school and met iera outside our school. met the other NANIRO at the canteen school. aswad, aiman and acap were there too. after  few minutes passed we went to the bus and started our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, first we went to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kapal Diana&lt;/span&gt; in Bandar Hilir and took few pictures. it was so hot while we were on the ship but kind of windy. went to the museums and took pictures. like almost everywhere we went we'll took pictures. ehem. later we were given few hours to take our time to have our lunch and do other stuffs. so the 8 of us went to eat McDonalds and then we went to buy few stuffs. i saw the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Menara Taming Sari&lt;/span&gt; and how it went up, it looks so cool!  unfortunately, we didn't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later we went to pray and changed our clothes to school blue t-shirt. there would be a kind of race. there were six groups with 4 people and literally, my group was at the last place because we were searching for our lost member. the three of us started to search for this person until i felt like it was the end of the zoo. yes, we were doing the race in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while we were searching for this person, i recorded the whole process. it was tiring and frustrating for not completing the whole race because when we were searching for the person i felt like we were searching for the person until the end of the zoo. until there were no one around anymore. only animals and nature but we get to see all kinds of animals. really ALL of the animals in the zoo. from the smallest to the humongous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9898888d0e5d32c9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-177875347979698925</id><published>2010-10-07T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:38:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a life of memories</title><content type='html'>trial SPM ended today. almost everyone that i knew were so happy it had ended but i felt like my burden is not lifted yet. i said to ojie that once i got my SPM result only i feel like i'm free. well, minus the afterward. so at 11 something the exam ended with chemistry 3 for the last paper. NANIRO and 5 other classmates of mine decided to go to Bell's house for lunch as well as "beraya" since her mom had already invited us few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waited for iera and bell, the 8 of us waited under the blue roof and talked crap for awhile. well probably more than half and hour. we walked out of the school later and headed to bell's house. it was a hectic moment. laughing, talking, jumping (?), camwhoring at the sidewalk. man, i don't what the passerby thought about us but it's like we're on our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after few minutes living in our own crazy world, we arrived at bell's house. her mom was welcoming us inside. so us with our school uniform took our place at the dining table and started to dig in our food. the boys came later and us girls moved to the living room to watch "Pisau Cukur". it was my first time watching the movie and i thought it's not that bad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at bell's hosue until evening and in the end, there were only aien, iera and i left at bell's house. so we went upstairs and look at the albums bell had. so much memories with a soft melody, who wouldn't be in an emotional mood? we talked about the past, present and future. we talked about a lot of things. it seems like we had an almost perfect life with bittersweet memories lingering around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TK3pF3EAZwI/AAAAAAAACyE/m8eCbBC0jG0/s1600/DSCI1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TK3pF3EAZwI/AAAAAAAACyE/m8eCbBC0jG0/s400/DSCI1488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525328604742838018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-177875347979698925?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/177875347979698925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/177875347979698925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-of-memories.html' title='a life of memories'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TK3pF3EAZwI/AAAAAAAACyE/m8eCbBC0jG0/s72-c/DSCI1488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-452547533396746940</id><published>2010-10-05T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:21:08.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i'm thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazykcee.deviantart.com/art/Coloring-Makes-Me-Happy-181577324?q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=167"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKsEiHaidbI/AAAAAAAACx8/oS0DvXVO93s/s400/coloring_makes_me_happy_by_crazykcee-d303tyk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524514352052467122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i was tumblr-ing in the evening when i found a post with a title "&lt;i&gt;things i’m thinking during math class".&lt;/i&gt; it's from &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanitybroke.tumblr.com/post/1044284981/things-im-thinking-during-math-class"&gt;sanitybroke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. but to me, rather than math class, it's more suit for additional mathematics tests and physics tests (just like today). it went like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;# I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;# THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE&lt;br /&gt;# WHAT&lt;br /&gt;# WHAT DOES THAT MEAN&lt;br /&gt;# I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;# Those two numbers look like there doing anal.&lt;br /&gt;# I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;# Teacher, can I please go outside and kill myself?  Because I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;# LOL I’M GOING TO FAIL LOL&lt;br /&gt;# LOL 69!&lt;br /&gt;# I really really don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;# I just want to go home. Please?&lt;br /&gt;# When is that goddamn bell going to ring?&lt;br /&gt;# Book work? But I don’t wanna do anything.&lt;br /&gt;# I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;# I’m just tired.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, sometimes it's tiring. but i should not give up! hwaiting! &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-452547533396746940?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/452547533396746940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/452547533396746940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-im-thinking.html' title='things i&apos;m thinking'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKsEiHaidbI/AAAAAAAACx8/oS0DvXVO93s/s72-c/coloring_makes_me_happy_by_crazykcee-d303tyk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-310556950183146399</id><published>2010-10-04T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:46:52.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://richys.deviantart.com/art/130-181468390?qj=2&amp;amp;q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=589"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKm95MqxkvI/AAAAAAAACx0/5TZf-bwxmd4/s400/130_by_richys-d301hwm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524155208297452274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the third week i had my trial SPM going on. i had only one paper today, that was biology 3.  at first i thought the paper would be after recess and i was shocked that it would be in the morning and literally everyone was panicking trying to memorize experiments for paper 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper ended at 9.55 am, almost everyone went back but NANIRO and other classmates of mine and few students from other class didn't go back since technically we're not allowed to go back until the clock struck 12.30 pm. we went to the canteen first to eat then proceed to the library but few minutes later went to physics lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how boring it was for me at that moment. i even slept for few minutes. people around me were busy studying for tomorrow's paper, few of them talking and laughing, gossipping, i on the other hand was sleeping but amazingly i finished one topic for the subject that would be tested tomorrow eventhough i was sleeping. kind of amazing don't you think? HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school looked like a haunted school since the amount of students could be count with fingers and toes. it was dead silence. one of the people i knew even said that he wanted to go back early since the school gave out some eerie feeling when nobody's around. hmmm. well, tomorrow's physics paper 1 and paper 2. man, i hate this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;p/s : boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-310556950183146399?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/310556950183146399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/310556950183146399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/kind-of-haunted.html' title='kind of haunted'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKm95MqxkvI/AAAAAAAACx0/5TZf-bwxmd4/s72-c/130_by_richys-d301hwm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-5049355048065510057</id><published>2010-10-02T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:52:26.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruel and unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://locoland.deviantart.com/art/MB-181185037?qj=2&amp;amp;q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=677"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKa50YqzWII/AAAAAAAACxs/lwcIH4SsWkM/s400/mb_by_locoland-d2zvf9p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523306302642804866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens during chemistry class this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Codeine can be an addiction if you take it for a long period. usually old people are given codeine eventhough it is addict. why? because they know eventhough they take codeine they won't worry about addiction since they're old and won't live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really cruel and unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-5049355048065510057?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5049355048065510057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5049355048065510057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/cruel.html' title='cruel and unfair'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKa50YqzWII/AAAAAAAACxs/lwcIH4SsWkM/s72-c/mb_by_locoland-d2zvf9p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-643067009963257037</id><published>2010-10-01T20:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:10:53.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bzzu.deviantart.com/art/Heart-111669022"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKXbzZgqO2I/AAAAAAAACxk/HTTR3VH6Tyo/s400/Heart_by_Bzzu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523062194107464546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKXbzZgqO2I/AAAAAAAACxk/HTTR3VH6Tyo/s1600/Heart_by_Bzzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;recently, i have been wandering around in tumblr and usually i went and search for what it seems to me to be cute. i was following this one cute person, &lt;a href="http://littlemisspaintbrush.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;littlemisspaintbrush&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. i was browsing her posts and i came to this particular post about her and her boyfriend :) let me quote her story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;yesterday, my boyfriend (wow, i sure talk about him a LOT! *0*) went with me to the mall because i wanted some hairclips. i had to buy one every week because they always keep on missing, along with my scrunchies and other hair accessories. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the children’s accessories section (i buy me accessories from there, hhohohoo :3) and i ogled at their cute little trinkets of hair clips and other stuff. i was having a hard time choosing a hairclip because they were all so pretty and cute and adorable. then, i asked my boyfriend for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;: whaddaya think, bunny or bear? this one or that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;him &lt;/i&gt;: *sigh* it doesn’t really matter. you are cute whatever you put on your hair. &lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people around us looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me &lt;/i&gt;: *teasing* what did you say? i didn’t hear it. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;him &lt;/i&gt;: *blushing awkwardly* i said, (loudly) you’re beautiful.&lt;font color=red&gt;♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people around us went “awww” with their faces. (*w*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; said : ok, the bunny one. ^^&lt;br /&gt;and so we bought the bunny hair clip.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;font color=red&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so cute i even went "awwwww~" for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;p/s : sometimes even small things can make us totally happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-643067009963257037?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/643067009963257037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/643067009963257037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-love-story.html' title='cute love story'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TKXbzZgqO2I/AAAAAAAACxk/HTTR3VH6Tyo/s72-c/Heart_by_Bzzu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8187747836935658316</id><published>2010-09-25T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:55:05.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVR4yZoI/AAAAAAAACxU/XtChesuFQw4/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4939a1edf260ec28" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4939a1edf260ec28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D491B8EAE50EF23EE38E5997249C8663481043D5C.3E3074E1DFA134BDFD8A7C8ABC844260C1E6A38%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4939a1edf260ec28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkrlU0A5KQYtQ5sZMgnKvfpiypyo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4939a1edf260ec28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D491B8EAE50EF23EE38E5997249C8663481043D5C.3E3074E1DFA134BDFD8A7C8ABC844260C1E6A38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4939a1edf260ec28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkrlU0A5KQYtQ5sZMgnKvfpiypyo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a video i recorded yesterday when i went to my cousin's house who legally had became a wife today. well, the baby in the video is my nephew and my mom and i were playing with him while the others were eating. at that time he was trying to climb the sofa to grab a bunch of keys. the way he climbed was too cute i could not hold myself from recorded the moment. the temptation was too strong! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a child's inner thought :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVmmq1NI/AAAAAAAACxc/PyOxisvxZe0/s1600/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVmmq1NI/AAAAAAAACxc/PyOxisvxZe0/s400/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520863758482330834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"huh? what are you doing?"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVR4yZoI/AAAAAAAACxU/XtChesuFQw4/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVR4yZoI/AAAAAAAACxU/XtChesuFQw4/s1600/DSC01575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVR4yZoI/AAAAAAAACxU/XtChesuFQw4/s400/DSC01575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520863752921179778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"NO! don't take my pictures!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : aww~ you're so cute Haikal ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8187747836935658316?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8187747836935658316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8187747836935658316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-video-i-recorded-yesterday-when.html' title='a temptation'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4MVmmq1NI/AAAAAAAACxc/PyOxisvxZe0/s72-c/DSC01576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3368390155078544052</id><published>2010-09-25T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:41:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4JrnQs0nI/AAAAAAAACxM/PTck218cQ9o/s1600/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4JrnQs0nI/AAAAAAAACxM/PTck218cQ9o/s400/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520860838080860786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4JrnQs0nI/AAAAAAAACxM/PTck218cQ9o/s1600/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to my cousin who had her wedding today. from tuition i went to the place where the wedding took place and arrived there almost at 11 am. my mom arrived later estimated more than an hour after me. it was tiring but i was in a good mood so to me everything was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3368390155078544052?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3368390155078544052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3368390155078544052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/09/ceremony.html' title='ceremony'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJ4JrnQs0nI/AAAAAAAACxM/PTck218cQ9o/s72-c/DSC01580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-7001953258662845227</id><published>2010-09-20T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:43:08.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaella.deviantart.com/art/in-my-heart-179904413?qj=1&amp;amp;q=boost:popular+meta:all+max_age:8h&amp;amp;qo=332"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJdkv9cjOQI/AAAAAAAACxE/LFKBcGCn4wc/s400/in_my_heart_by_michaella-d2z3z4t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518990643476773122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJdkv9cjOQI/AAAAAAAACxE/LFKBcGCn4wc/s1600/in_my_heart_by_michaella-d2z3z4t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so today school reopen again and i don't know why but i don't feel the rush of going to school. you know, like when the school reopen usually there's this feeling that makes  you feel like you're glad you come to school. like feeling happy and excited and wonderful but today i feel .. nothing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, first in the morning, like any other monday morning, we had morning assembly. oh, did i told you my school finally had this huge roof covering the assembly ground? when i first saw it outside the school i was like "WOW!" NANIRO were standing at the last of our class's line and so we were a bit off from getting shed from the roof and we were technically being scolded for not getting under the roof. i was clueless and just kept on blinking my eyes. so we had to line up to another line that was not our class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again, we, i mean the NANIRO had been told about helping the current prefects. the five of us were being lectured about helping eventhough we had retired while other students were busy talking and laughing. i just don't know what to do, where to look. i  felt restless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the assembly lasted for probably more than half hour. we headed to our class at the top floor. OMG my table and chair was filthy. my classmates and i started to clean our own tables and chairs and then started the first lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school hours ended, i went to buy matriculation pin number with my mom. saw few of my schoolmates there but we were wasting our time when suddenly the system went down and it took awful lot of time to recover so we didn't wait and just went back home. i'll probably go back tomorrow after school. hmmm.&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-7001953258662845227?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7001953258662845227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/7001953258662845227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-day-passed.html' title='another day passed'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TJdkv9cjOQI/AAAAAAAACxE/LFKBcGCn4wc/s72-c/in_my_heart_by_michaella-d2z3z4t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4540623295037472217</id><published>2010-09-03T00:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:38:38.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everytime getting started</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every New Semester&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69peolp7H1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After First Week&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pfbU9RU1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After Second Week&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pftnPC11qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Before the Mid-Term Test&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pggNJL51qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;During the Mid-Term Test&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69ph1fUhd1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After the Mid-Term Test&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69phrmt171qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Before the Final Exams&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pj6CrPF1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Once Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pk0cB6e1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7 Days Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pkl0V9s1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6 Days Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pl7Mj1Q1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5 Days Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69plvopga1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4 Days Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pmd9QTy1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3 Days Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pmvHL211qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2 Days Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pncrlE71qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1 Day Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pnwdxdM1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Night Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69ppj5pGU1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1 Hour Before the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pq3cFTe1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;During the Final Exam&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69pqqs91h1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69prbDFGm1qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After the Final Exam, During the Holiday&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l69phrmt171qzdh9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://oui-anna.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;oui-anna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s tumblr. HAHA! priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4540623295037472217?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4540623295037472217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4540623295037472217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/09/everytime-getting-started.html' title='everytime getting started'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-3585082556183692628</id><published>2010-09-02T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:48:41.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panicking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_Dk7dRPuI/AAAAAAAACvw/znOdQ-U89sg/s1600/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_Dk7dRPuI/AAAAAAAACvw/znOdQ-U89sg/s400/New+Picture.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512339508127940322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this really necessary? i mean to remind me about the trial? OMG even in facebook people started to say about trial. it's not like i'm blaming the person who sent this event to me. i'm thankful for that. i really am. it's just that OMG TRIAL IS GETTING NEARER AND I DIDN'T FINISH THE WHOLE 9 SUBJECTS SYLLABUS YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late evening today, iera sent me the report card for the latest test and honestly i didn't know what to think about it anymore. my result is constant but it's not good. i mean, IF it is the real SPM result i won't be getting any course that i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; think&lt;/span&gt; i want. sometimes i feel like i wanted to just let it be and let the time pass and i just do stuffs i always do and just wait and wait and wait. i'm kind of tired of all this BUT i know i cannot do such things. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me right now, FUTURE is everything. that's why right now, the present time is very important. i can't waste it just like that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; though i think i'm wasting it a little bit too much&lt;/span&gt;. some people say that money is everything, love is everything, music is everything, man/woman is everything (?) but without future do they think that they will get all their&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt;? think again. if your future is pitch dark would you have money? would you have love? would music solve everything? would man/woman can do everything for you? na'ah ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so work hard and play hard right now for future and that's what i need to do. gahh! i'm such a big talk. i should be doing it now. well, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-3585082556183692628?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3585082556183692628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/3585082556183692628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/09/panicking.html' title='panicking'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_Dk7dRPuI/AAAAAAAACvw/znOdQ-U89sg/s72-c/New+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8115961099979924913</id><published>2010-09-02T23:20:00.063+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:51:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yongseo couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d65b551e5fa986c9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd65b551e5fa986c9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB0A83BB2588C0B35F0CF00EFDDA13A4672EE9BC.674E6E996B7D503C8D42515638275108963001BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd65b551e5fa986c9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX15AmHk2AifgTz2DFc4tPVoHFlg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd65b551e5fa986c9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB0A83BB2588C0B35F0CF00EFDDA13A4672EE9BC.674E6E996B7D503C8D42515638275108963001BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd65b551e5fa986c9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX15AmHk2AifgTz2DFc4tPVoHFlg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea time! now, i've been watching a variety show called "we got married" for a long time since it started broadcasting even though i need to search for it in the internet. well, this video that i got from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzlnqrzdYHU"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credit to the owner of the video&lt;/span&gt; ) showed that one of my favourite couple on that show was doing a show together. i know for people who didn't watch the variety would be thinking "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so? why the heck did she post this video? i don't care about this show and the couples or any other Korean stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, first of all i don't care what you guys think. i just think they're sweet. after watching them in that "we got married" show i just took a liking onto them. after what they had been through together and such, smile just appeared at my face. in this video, they were singing their own band song. first from the girl, Seohyun's band and then the guy, Yonghwa's band. honestly, i'm jealous. not because the guy was with her but jealous because of their sweetness. that's why i like to see them together. can't i be jealous about that? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PvIBqdWI/AAAAAAAACwI/4q_Qm-KU31k/s1600/tumblr_l7y3tuv3GM1qaow72.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PvIBqdWI/AAAAAAAACwI/4q_Qm-KU31k/s400/tumblr_l7y3tuv3GM1qaow72.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512352877440038242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PtiUWjJI/AAAAAAAACwA/SCiW8GPlJpM/s1600/tumblr_l7y3tmP6Ks1qaow72.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PtiUWjJI/AAAAAAAACwA/SCiW8GPlJpM/s400/tumblr_l7y3tmP6Ks1qaow72.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512352850138008722" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PtTwiQ1I/AAAAAAAACv4/SRkk5gaU3DQ/s1600/tumblr_l7y3teEL4F1qaow72.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PtTwiQ1I/AAAAAAAACv4/SRkk5gaU3DQ/s400/tumblr_l7y3teEL4F1qaow72.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512352846229685074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;icons credits to &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahyongseocouple.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fuckyeahyongseocouple&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8115961099979924913?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8115961099979924913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8115961099979924913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/09/yongseo-couple.html' title='yongseo couple'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TH_PvIBqdWI/AAAAAAAACwI/4q_Qm-KU31k/s72-c/tumblr_l7y3tuv3GM1qaow72.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4750416348250712691</id><published>2010-08-31T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:11:09.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kissmys.deviantart.com/art/jalur-gemilang-96688625"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THu-DGvcjHI/AAAAAAAACvg/gFJSDJxgJtE/s400/jalur_gemilang_by_KissMyS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511207529576434802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 53rd Independence Day, Malaysia! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4750416348250712691?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4750416348250712691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4750416348250712691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka.html' title='merdeka!'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THu-DGvcjHI/AAAAAAAACvg/gFJSDJxgJtE/s72-c/jalur_gemilang_by_KissMyS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-5393638749796990486</id><published>2010-08-28T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:25:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little over me</title><content type='html'>i'm bored so i'm going to do few questions. i should be probably studying but yes, i'm not. *sigh* here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have you seen glass blown, too?" asks Paolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never seen a glass blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What's there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a yellow dentyne. SPLASH! well, there's more actually. pens, books, language dictionaries, rubik cube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music bank. OMG Minho looks dashingggggg ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Without looking, guess what time it is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 something pm. oh, i should be eating my med&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 49 pm. TOLDD YA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear fireworks, car horned, motorcycle's vrroom vrroom, dogs barking and my mom\'s text message tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When did you last step outside? What were you doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on last Tuesday. going to the clinic and then to McD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Did you dream last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i dreamed that i lived in a house that probably humongous and inside the house have classes like music class, dance class, yoga class? etc and then there was this huge stage with beautiful lights and decorations and i had a room with Japanese modern concept. oh! and a huge space back garden that leads to a glistening river. the scenery was beautiful at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is on the walls of the room you are in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of people, wallpaper calendar (it's last year's) the orange board, the presentation that i did with my members last year, pictures of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is the last film you saw? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last Airbender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you like to dance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on baby! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-5393638749796990486?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5393638749796990486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/5393638749796990486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-over-me.html' title='a little over me'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8771695926365445520</id><published>2010-08-28T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:50:02.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>amal's tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THkP3RsohDI/AAAAAAAACvQ/DuxqAshi-NA/s1600/bloggerfriends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THkP3RsohDI/AAAAAAAACvQ/DuxqAshi-NA/s400/bloggerfriends.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510453061382341682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi sesiapa sahaja yang menerima&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; award &lt;/span&gt;ni, diwajibkan memberikan/tag kepada 5 orang lagi. Selepas itu, si penerima &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;award&lt;/span&gt; mesti meletakkan link link berikut di blog/artikel masing masing ( entri )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://lassiegewdix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;oh! Lassie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://hudhudpunyablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hudhudpunyablog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://thestoriesgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Natural Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://leynajasminrawks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Curiousness Garrulity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Naddy Danirkus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum korang letak link link di atas, padamkan dulu link yang berada di no 1, kemudian semua link yang tinggal di naikkan 1 level. Contoh, link no 2 menjadi no 1, link no 3 menjadi no 2 dan seterusnya. Selepas itu, masukkan link korang di bahagian paling bawah sekali iaitu no 5. Tapi korang semua kena jujur dan adil ya dalam menjalankannya. Jika setiap penerima award mampu memberikan award ini kepada 5 orang dan kesemua mereka yang ditag meletakkan link dengan betul, maka jumlah backlink yang dapat ialah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 5 : Jumlah backlink =5&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 4 : Jumlah baclink = 25&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 3 : Jumlah backlink = 125&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 2 : Jumlah backlink = 625&lt;br /&gt;Posisi 1 : Jumlah backlink = 3,125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut   info dari SEO (Search Engine Optimation) ramai blogger telah mendapat   1,923,125 backlink dan keuntungannya blog korang akan mendapat trafik   tambahan, apalagi jika ada orang mengklik klik ke blog korang kan. Selain mengeratkan persahabatan antara blogger,award ini boleh membantu untuk menaikkan trafik dan backlink ke blog korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blog-blog yang saya tag adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siapa nak buat, buatlah. Saya tak marah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8771695926365445520?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8771695926365445520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8771695926365445520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/amals-tag.html' title='amal&apos;s tag'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THkP3RsohDI/AAAAAAAACvQ/DuxqAshi-NA/s72-c/bloggerfriends.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4780627908812427379</id><published>2010-08-27T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T22:33:16.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal : indisposed 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ameyuuki.deviantart.com/art/This-is-177097204"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THkdREzLGsI/AAAAAAAACvY/SEZi87pQ_UM/s400/this_is____by_ameyuuki-d2xft2s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510467798247873218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th August 2010 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was busy washing and hanging the new green curtains. looking pretteyyy ~ anyway, what did i do today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at the ceiling for few minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listen to the birds chirping outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking at old pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went online &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to understand what tumblr is &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coding stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly there was no current and my coding left unfinished and unsaved. HAH! annoying. continued with other stuffs offline :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading comics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing phone games ( it made me more annoyed )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut newspapers and paste it on my NOTEBOOK! -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wasting my time with banging the fan several times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;searching for my mom when suddenly i remembered she went out to the bazaar &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nearly broke my arms for fan-ing myself ( exaggerating )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;cursing&lt;/s&gt; saying bad things about people who didn't fix the current thing and it was almost reach to five hours! ( i shouldn't have. i know )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i had a romantic iftar with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4780627908812427379?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4780627908812427379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4780627908812427379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/journal-indisposed-3.html' title='journal : indisposed 3'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THkdREzLGsI/AAAAAAAACvY/SEZi87pQ_UM/s72-c/this_is____by_ameyuuki-d2xft2s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-6112236094517766323</id><published>2010-08-26T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:48:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal : indisposed 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://selimselimoglu.deviantart.com/art/ss-photo-No-092-176864186?qj=4&amp;amp;q=boost%3Apopular+meta%3Aall+max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=1023"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THaK-79uPEI/AAAAAAAACvI/izOlgMs4ue8/s400/ss___photo_No__092_by_selimselimoglu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509744007987477570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th August 2010 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor said i need to stay in the house. don't come out from the house even once especially during rainy days. whaaaat?!  i love rains T.T so after i had prayed my mom went to work and i stayed at home and continued sleeping. that was the best part though but later my eyes just kept on opened so i decided to wake up. because of the boredom i went upstairs and downstairs repeatedly before stopping and decided to cut papers instead. really i had nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 'world' just kept on swirling, i walked like a zombie  trying to reach from one point to another. well, that's what i described my walk. later i switched on the television and saw this programme for UPSR kids. now i wanted to say one thing about it. why did it aired when the UPSR kids were at school? i mean, should they air it when they are out of school hours? like afternoon or evening? i just couldn't understand what's their purpose airing it at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched screening humanity which was aired on the KBSW. first of all, i really like this show because it shows variety lives of different people from different angles. got a call from iera in the evening telling me about what was going on at school. i was touched that she called me and filled me in about what was happening at school. well at school, apparently they had a chemistry talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night after iftar, i tried to go online but on the second thought it made me think of boredom. so i didn't online. my night just wasted like that. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-6112236094517766323?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6112236094517766323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/6112236094517766323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/journal-indosposed-2.html' title='journal : indisposed 2'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THaK-79uPEI/AAAAAAAACvI/izOlgMs4ue8/s72-c/ss___photo_No__092_by_selimselimoglu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-8109988304305506129</id><published>2010-08-26T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:49:22.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a249d05accf1b51f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da249d05accf1b51f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C5DAEE2B4CB17696D948F513248DBE2D0549CA5.4F8D3180D4C1C8EE71ED497BF10D62587FDB87F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da249d05accf1b51f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWfOQuKBXGjblvmu696D4mH33ONc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da249d05accf1b51f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C5DAEE2B4CB17696D948F513248DBE2D0549CA5.4F8D3180D4C1C8EE71ED497BF10D62587FDB87F3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da249d05accf1b51f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWfOQuKBXGjblvmu696D4mH33ONc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you feel like laughing hard when you watch this?&lt;br /&gt;i laugh so hard i fell down my chair! seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mi5DrxsMJzQ"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-8109988304305506129?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8109988304305506129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/8109988304305506129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/laughing-matter.html' title='laughing matter'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-604384108818804376</id><published>2010-08-25T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:02:22.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal : indisposed 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://al-baum.deviantart.com/art/Tolzec-176861139?q=boost%3Apopular+meta%3Aall+max_age%3A8h&amp;amp;qo=109"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THZzXpM-cBI/AAAAAAAACvA/DDnPQg358qY/s400/Tolzec_by_aL_baum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509718044168843282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th August 2010 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that morning even though after my mom said i probably had a chicken-pox i still went to school with my headache and a slight fever. my reason was not because of i wanted to show how strong i was even with my sickness i still went to school but honestly it was because i don't want to ruin my attending in my leaving certificate later. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school hours ended i thought i was going to the clinic but my mom said to wait until we break our fast just in case if i need an injection. i don't really care about it so i just laid back and do my own stuffs before the time came. there was nothing else to do though besides study and i was in a state of seeing everything swirling around me. my eyes were hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after few hours battling with the hurting eyes, iftar time! i thought i would enjoy it however the ulcer started to give effect to me. it was a little annoying to me. i ate my food with a slow motion. i guess i can't do anything about at that moment right? well, after prayer, we went to the clinic. i just noticed there were a lot of car shops. left that bit out, i went to see the doctor, bla bla bla then paid for the medicines which made me WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i just don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-604384108818804376?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/604384108818804376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/604384108818804376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/journal-indisposed-1.html' title='journal : indisposed 1'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/THZzXpM-cBI/AAAAAAAACvA/DDnPQg358qY/s72-c/Tolzec_by_aL_baum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974859193534777842.post-4747129889901519509</id><published>2010-08-16T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:22:07.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spree time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TGlFgxTKXpI/AAAAAAAACu4/aHmAD00CEGA/s1600/40166_1549450064476_1481833080_31413407_8358899_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TGlFgxTKXpI/AAAAAAAACu4/aHmAD00CEGA/s400/40166_1549450064476_1481833080_31413407_8358899_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506008448728981138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my nephew, zarif's drawing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hello everyone! it's been a long time since i updated  this blog. i'm breaking my curfew right now. i'm online-ing on Monday instead of Sunday. oh, before i forgot, SELAMAT BERPUASA KEPADA SEMUA UMAT ISLAM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week had been a busy week for me. let me remember back what had happened. on Tuesday last week i helped to organize and became the judge for the spell-it-right competition. before that the Muslims had a talk in the 'surau'.  i almost had a nightmare by the videos they had shown that day. it was so scary the image was always inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spell-it-right competition was after recess. the ELS team decided to skip our late breakfast and went to the mathematics room to start organizing the competition and get ready. participants came after an announcement had been made and registered. i wanted to apologize the the people who got into my group because almost all of my words were hard and also i had small voice so you guys didn't heard what i had said. well, congratulations to the winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, Wednesday, puasa started and the weather was nice and windy and i was at surau with bell, ojie, iera and sai to help for the tilawah competition. the whole day i was not in the class. man, how tired i was when i got home even though it's not like i was doing anything heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on Saturday, i went to UM for SPM talk for the whole day. went to the 'tugu negara' first before headed to UM. first subject was chemistry. after that was BM and then Mathematics, English and last was History. we had a very good laugh when it was history time. i never know history could be that enjoyable :) we iftar late that day and i was hungry to death (exaggerating). after that the pure science stream students joined the art stream students listening for the science subject. it was very late when i arrived home and i was freakin tired i can't lift by legs to go upstairs and just slept soundlessly in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974859193534777842-4747129889901519509?l=naddydanirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4747129889901519509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8974859193534777842/posts/default/4747129889901519509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naddydanirkus.blogspot.com/2010/08/spree-time.html' title='spree time'/><author><name>Naddy Danirkus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07893218265589534465</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/-d7uyXo97lgI/TbRSvXNy23I/AAAAAAAAC_A/CPfX2pmG5es/s220/223496_221310111219773_100000223576769_1027229_6845720_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Olaysd1JziE/TGlFgxTKXpI/AAAAAAAACu4/aHmAD00CEGA/s72-c/40166_1549450064476_1481833080_31413407_8358899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
