<?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-3956481080492427072</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:35:05.951+08:00</updated><category term='announcement'/><category term='POV'/><category term='random'/><category term='girls just wanna have fun'/><category term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category term='premonition'/><category term='self'/><category term='memory'/><category term='review'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='married life'/><category term='rant'/><category term='famili'/><category term='everydays event'/><category term='balik kampung'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sugar lime</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes life is sweet, sometimes it... isn't.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6342916286563842937</id><published>2012-01-09T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:34:48.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melayu dan cara dakwahnya</title><content type='html'>Pernah dengar cerita pasal pelacur dan anjing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hadis Sahih Muslim jilid 4 no hadis 2099 Dari Abu Hurairah r.a katanya “Rasulullah saw. Bercerita “Pada suatu ketika ada seekor anjing mengelilingi sebuah sumur. Anjing itu hampir mati kehausan. Tiba-tiba dia terlihat oleh seorang wanita pelacur bangsa bani Israil. Maka dibukanya sepatu botnya, kemudian dicedoknya air dengan sepatunya, lalu diberinya minum anjing yang hampir mati itu . maka Allah swt mengampuni segala dosa wanita itu (dengan asbab amalnya beri minum anjing itu)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #0a3838; color: white; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pelacur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dan anjing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pada pandangan kita dua-dua makhluk ni memang hina tahap shaiton nirrojim, tapi pada pandangan Allah, dia layak diampuni dosanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Jadi bila kecoh cerita pasal Amalina Bakri yang bukak tudung di oversea and sorang lagi medic student&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;whose name escape my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;married his gay lover, aku dah agak warga facebook akan mula melatah and memaki-maki dua orang ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Baiklah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Kamu semua memang maksum. Memang CONFIRM masuk syurga. Memang layak maki orang. &amp;nbsp;Siap orang yang takde kena mengena pun kena maki gak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Mak bapak dia tak reti ajar anak, sebab tu jadi camtu."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Ni mesti ada keturunan suka mengumpat orang gay sebab tu Tuhan nak tunjuk jadi kat diri sendiri pulak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Eii simpang malaikat 44 anak aku camtu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"Eh boleh pulak mak dia sokong anak sesat camtu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Istighfar panjang aku baca komen-komen bani Melayu kat facebook. Apa kamu ingat kalau maki camtu, besoknya terus dia dapat cahaya keimanan dan terus berubah ke? Fat chance la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tolonglah. Jangan sekali-kali pandang rendah pada orang yang zahirnya nampak berdosa. Ingat kita takde hak nak hukum orang. Entah-entah dia lagi suci dari kita yang tonggang tonggek sembahyang ni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Rasa-rasa dah dakwah sangat la tu bila ramai-ramai maki dia kat facebook. Eh, itu bukan dakwah der. Itu cyber-bullying. Orang takde telur je buat camtu. Kata nak dakwah tapi maki-maki. Hilang terus respect aku kat orang macam ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dan ini mengingatkan aku pada kisah arwah Yasmin Ahmad yang dimomok-momokkan sebagai pondan yang tukar jantina then kawen dengan lelaki. Semua orang maki-maki dia. Tapi aku rasa dia orang yang bertuah. Sebab apa? Sebab mak abah dia redha pada dia. Notice how her parents always have something nice to be said about her. Dua orang yang paling rapat dengan arwah versus dengan orang yang tak pernah jumpa dia pun seumur hidup. Aku lagi percaya dia ada tempat istimewa di sisi-Nya just because her parents redha dengan arwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Malu aku dengan bangsa aku sendiri camni. Cepat melatah. Suka pandang rendah kat orang. And they actually happy when something bad happen to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ingat. Sehina-hina pelacur, dia ada chance masuk syurga jugak. Kita ni tak tentu lagi tempat kita jadi takyah nak bangga-bangga diri macam kan kita ni lagi suci dari Nabi. Hate the sin, not the sinner. &amp;nbsp;Itu kalau kamu nak tau, pendekatan dakwah orang Kristian. Aku rasa lagi logical dari cara dakwah orang Melayu ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6342916286563842937?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6342916286563842937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6342916286563842937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6342916286563842937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6342916286563842937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2012/01/melayu-dan-cara-dakwahnya.html' title='Melayu dan cara dakwahnya'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4920872938988241063</id><published>2011-12-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:35:05.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>After this Christmas celebration, it means we have only several days before we move on to New Year. And along with the additional years in my age, I hope there is additional in my maturity level as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be an attention seeker. Attention whore, attention bitch or call it whatever you want. I have the safety net of the foolishness younger years to act like that. Now I'm in my mid 20's. I no longer have that excuse to behave childishly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that. Lepas ni kalau ada budak perempuan dalam FB yang attention seeker, aku harap aku dikurniakan ketabahan, kesabaran dan understanding keadaan mereka ni. They can't help it. It's just programmed in the genes to seek attention from people... If not, they will feel like they are not... loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that will be my New Year Resolution: To be more understanding of attention seeker whore in FB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4920872938988241063?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4920872938988241063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4920872938988241063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4920872938988241063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4920872938988241063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-9159290399067714150</id><published>2011-12-22T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T19:25:25.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku #4</title><content type='html'>We were at the company's cafe having brunch when we suddenly talking about our experiences masa ambik lesen kereta. Macam biasa masing-masing cerita benda yang aku rasa biasa je. Ujian bukit paling susah la (bagi aku ujian tu kacang. Ujian parking yang aku fail. Haha dasar perempuan bimbo), polis ujian tu garang la, perangai budak-budak nervous la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then abang supervisor aku cerita, "Abang fail ujian kali pertama tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bajet ujian bukit yang dia fail. Eh, apsal korang yang lelaki-lelaki ni rasa bukit tu payah bebenor ye? Bukit kembar suka, ujian bukit kantoi. Ceh buat malu kompeni betui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn out he failed tang three-point-turn. Terdiam aku kejap. Eh, three-pont-turn ni bagi aku macam kalau ko amek degree, three-point-turn ni ialah time praktikal. Bodoh cemana pun ko buat keja time praktikal, ko mesti dapat A+ punya. Subjek tak mungkin fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang pelik kenapa masa ujian tu space dia besar sangat. Masa belajar space dia kecik je jadi senang nak bajet. Jadi bila drive masuk dalam kotak tu tetiba abang blank tak ingat step seterusnya. Masa nak ingat-ingat tu polis ujian tu dah bising-bising suruh keluar. "Eh, kau tunggu apa tu? Keluar la keluar,".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang pun blur-blur bukak pintu keluar dari kereta. Rupa-rupanya dia suruh keluar dari kotak tu, tapi aku keluar dari kereta. Fail lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar cerita dia, aku gelak sampai keluar air mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik aku pegang meja makan, kalau tak aku rasa mebi aku gelak sampai jatuh kerusi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-9159290399067714150?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/9159290399067714150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=9159290399067714150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9159290399067714150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9159290399067714150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/12/ini-sebab-aku-suka-kerja-aku-4.html' title='Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku #4'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-8244027611546790839</id><published>2011-11-26T07:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:42:02.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Thing Ever Happen</title><content type='html'>Just now baca blog pasal one blogger beli detox tea sebab katanya dia nk kurus before naik pelamin. Satu kotak detox tea tu maybe tahan selama dua minggu kalau dia istiqamah minum teh tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majlis dia minggu depan. Yes, talkig about girls and our obsession to kurus cepat-cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia actually tau tak apa efek detox tea tu. Ko akan rasa nak berak or kencing sepanjang masa and it HURTS like fucking hell. Aku tau sebab aku pernah try once. Ye, sekali je tapi tak tahan sebab bila berak tu, dia macam cirit-birit tau. And it last the whole day. Takkan aku nk spend a whole day dalam jamban. So aku guna detox tea tu seminggu sekali AND pada hari cuti je. Sebab gila kau nak menapak dari kelas ke jamban setiap 15 minit. Kalau kau duduk UTP, kau tau macam mana jarak dari kelas ke toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, actually jarak dia tak jauh. Tapi bayangkan masa tu perut kau sakit nak mencirit tapi kena jalan dengan penuh sopan santun sebab dalam kelas ada lecturer. Aku rasa time tu jarak antara kelas dengan toilet macam nak jalan kaki dari Kelang balik ke Seremban. Jauh gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku tak dapat bayangkan pengantin duduk atas pelamin tapi tengah sakit perut. Gila kau mesti berpeluh ketiak walaupun duduk dalam aircond. Dah la tak boleh pegi jamban kalau kau tengah bersanding tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely the worst thing ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolongla jangan minum detox tea tu. Aku merayu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-8244027611546790839?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/8244027611546790839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=8244027611546790839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8244027611546790839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8244027611546790839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/11/worst-thing-ever-happen.html' title='Worst Thing Ever Happen'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1725585030718863244</id><published>2011-11-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:10:24.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balik kampung'/><title type='text'>Balik kampung! Ho Ho Ho Balik Kampung!</title><content type='html'>Raya Haji ni aku balik kampung dan tak buat apa-apa selain tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidur kat rumah mak aku ni kira macam salah satu nikmat dunia. Dengan rumah kampungnya, dengan sejuknya, dengan bunyi-bunyi burung dan alam... kalau tak tau malu memang aku nk tidooo je keja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membazir jugak kadang-kadang aku rasa, balik kampung sekali sekala tapi bila dah sampai kat kampung, pegi bantai tido pulak. Tapi kau mana tau kau tak datang kampung aku. Even suami aku yang tak suka tido siang tu pun kejap-kejap masuk bilik sebab nak tido. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami aku balik kampung dia rasa apprehensive sikit. Yela, balik kampung Negeri Sembilan. Dia pulak tak tahan pedas. So dia risau sakit perut kalau makan pedas. Bagi aku agak over la dia nak risau camtu pasal mak aku tu jenis sayang menantu. Mak aku lebih rela masak kurang pedas (yang buat abah aku tak lalu nak makan) dari masak pedas-pedas yang buatkan memnatu dia tak lalu nak makan. Ye mak aku baik. Beruntung gila sapa kawen dengan famili aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last-last minit tu aku beli barang nak masak&amp;nbsp;spaghetti bolognese and mashed potato&amp;nbsp;untuk suami aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain raya makan lemang, aku masak&amp;nbsp;spaghetti. Western wa cakap lu. Kellas kau. Lagipun memang aku dah janji dengan mak aku, aku nak masakkan dia dua-dua ni bila next aku balik kampung. Ha kau aku masak sekali hadap je. Aku pun tak sempat nak makan banyak mashed potato aku. Sebab bagi aku spaghetti aku time tu tak sedap sangat, banyak bahan-bahan dia takde. Tapi mashed potato memang tip top. Haha sendiri masak sendiri puji. Debish tumbuk muka sendiri laju-laju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu mak aku tanya "Mana&amp;nbsp;black&amp;nbsp;pepper sauce dia?" Aku ingatkan dia tanya untuk spaghetti tu atau dia terkonpius dengan last time aku buat barbeque untuk dia. Dalam kepala otak aku puas pikir apalak spaghetti makan dengan&amp;nbsp;black&amp;nbsp;pepper sauce. Cara baru ke. Lepas dua tiga saat kepala aku finish loading, baru aku faham dia tanya psl gravy untuk mashed potato tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh itu bukan&amp;nbsp;black&amp;nbsp;pepper sauce mak. Itu nama dia mashed potato gravy. Itu along tak abes belajar lagi. Next time je la along buat yang complete punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku rasa agak dewasa sebab masak dekat kampung. Mak aku pun macam impressed bila aku masak takyah kena suruh. Padahal time anak dara, hujan lebat kilat sabungmenyabung kalau tetiba aku nak masuk dapur dek punya malas tu. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aku tengok rambutan semua dah start berbuah. Bulan depan musim buah. Komfom. Sapa nak ikut homestay kat umah kampung aku (ewah homestay konon) bulan depan, sila bagi nama kat ruangan komen. Fee semua PERCUMA, minyak tol tanggung sendiri, makan tiga kali sehari ikut meal time famili aku (ye kami makan tiga kali sehari je sebab tu kami semua slim. muahaha), tido style lambak kat ruang tamu, buah tu pun free jugak tapi pepandai la korang carik jalan nk petik sendiri, and peluang untuk kenal dengan ayam lembu kambing secara live! Mungkin korang boleh tengok babi atau monyet kalau bernasib baik sebab mereka selalu lalu time musim buah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mai god, masa tulis ni je pun aku dah start rindu kampung sendiri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1725585030718863244?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1725585030718863244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1725585030718863244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1725585030718863244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1725585030718863244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/11/balik-kampung-ho-ho-ho-balik-kampung.html' title='Balik kampung! Ho Ho Ho Balik Kampung!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1491702057322254928</id><published>2011-11-03T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:09:51.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Mintak-mintak abah kau pandai mengajar</title><content type='html'>Itu doa aku &amp;nbsp;dalam hati&amp;nbsp;untuk bakal anak aku&amp;nbsp;bila aku found out I suck at teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ni sempena Raya Haji aku bercadang nak cuti straight tiga hari. Ye, walaupun memang tiga hari tu adalah cuti, tapi aku ni kan 'orang penting', jadi kemungkinan untuk cuti aku dibekukan tu sangat tinggi. Maka aku buat preventive action dengan cara merekrut assistant aku untuk cover kerja aku sepanjang tiga hari kalau company aku ni crazy enough to run production time public holiday camni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada high expectation untuk orang yang belajar dengan aku. Dulu aku diajar dalam masa dua hari oleh cikgu aku before dia biarkan aku terkotang-kating buat kerja aku macam sekarang ni. Pepandai la aku nak godek-godek sendiri berpandukan apa yang dia ajar tu. So aku pun expect untuk orang paham benda yang aku ajar dalam dua hari jugak. Yes, your benchmark is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tadi bila aku mengajar assistant aku and dia tak paham-paham, aku jadi hilang sabar. Bila aku nak mengamuk mula la tinggi suara aku. Aku tak paham kenapa dia tak paham. Padahal bagi aku bukan susah mana pun. Believe I tell you aku penah ajar technician buat kerja aku. And he can understand my instruction quite well. Sebab kerja aku ni berkaitan dengan sistem. Bukan technical pun. If you screw up, you hit the undo button. Apa yang risau sangat nak buat salah? Personally, aku suka buat salah awal-awal so that aku lebih ingat and tak ulang apa silap aku tu. And I will know how to tweak them later. Tak suka ke jadi orang yang tau nak setelkan masalah by just looking at them? Aku suka ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me look like a&amp;nbsp;genius. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sejak semalam memang aku hilang sabar. Dia nak jugak tunggu arahan aku step by step nak buat apa. Padahal nota dah ada. Tapi tak percaya dengan nota sendiri. Kalau camtu baik aku je yang buat. Sama je. Ko tukang ketik-ketik butang kat komputer tu je. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a horrible teacher. That is one profession yang memang aku tak boleh buat. Mau lunyai budak-budak aku kerjakan kalau ajar tak paham-paham. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future babies, please take my genetics yang senang absorb apa orang ajar kalau kamu taknak mak kamu ni jadi naga. Mak tengok abah kamu tu pun boleh tahan bijak nya. So tolong keluar-keluar je terus otak pickup ye. Tapi Ya Allah kalau Kau nak bagi dugaan yang semacam ni pada aku, please let my husband be a better teacher than me. Biar dia je yang ajar anak aku nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku just jadi tukang cubit kalau dia tak hafal sifir lapan. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1491702057322254928?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1491702057322254928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1491702057322254928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1491702057322254928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1491702057322254928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/11/mintak-mintak-abah-kau-pandai-mengajar.html' title='Mintak-mintak abah kau pandai mengajar'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4304006150656536418</id><published>2011-10-14T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:14:53.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Anniversary for the day of my birth</title><content type='html'>My birthday was two days ago. Erm.. was it three? Apa-apalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of forget about it if not for the fact that my colleague give me my present the day before. Gila la ada orang sayang aku sampai bagi hadiah sehari awal ok. Hadiah tu aku letak dalam kereta but lupa bawak masuk rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dah dasar pelupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dekat FB aku log in sekejap sebab nak main Sim Social. Tapi aku tengok ramai kawan-kawan yang wish birthday kat wall. Then tetiba aku rasa segan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aku log out. Without replying to ANY of the good wishes. Boleh? Note to self: Aku ni kalau nak segan boleh tak kat benda yang masuk akal sikit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously aku terharu. I just sucks at potraying my feelings towrds my friends. Lagipun bukan culture aku nak celebrate birthday. Sila faham ye. Aku ckp culture aku. So kalau ko mmg celebrate birthday, jangan anggap aku kondem korang pulak. Jadi bila ada orang yang buat effort to remind me that is my (supposedly) special day, aku rasa speechless and honestly, I don't know how I should react to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a heartiest thank you might suffice. Thank you for remembering me (even though maybe FB punya keja yang remind korang, but yeahh, whatever), thank you for the wishes. And to my friend yang bagi hadiah sehari awal tu, oi aku segan ok ko bg hadiah. Walaupun suka tapi segan. Hihihi &amp;lt;-- gedik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patutlah tanya aku nak hadiah apa. Aku cakap aku tak suka teddy bear. Aku suka something useful. Dia bagi pisau pun ok sebab aku akan guna. And he kind of look at me&amp;nbsp;weirdly&amp;nbsp;for that. Gilo apo minah ni mintak pisau. Well, kira ok la tu aku tak mintak kereta. Useful kot kereta. Haha. Tapi masa dia bagi hadiah dlm plastic tulis "Minitoon" aku kaget gak sebab ingat itu isi bear. Tapi rupanya hadiah lain. Hihihi. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby cakap "kita celebrate birthday awak kat karoke ok? Kita terus amek yang buffet tu" and I was ecstatic beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I am in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya bawak awak yang restoren yang ada karoke tu. Awak nyanyi la. Satu lagu dua ringgit. Saya belanja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh bagi aku harapan palsu. Aku kena tipu...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4304006150656536418?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4304006150656536418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4304006150656536418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4304006150656536418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4304006150656536418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/10/anniversary-for-day-of-my-birth.html' title='Anniversary for the day of my birth'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2364927642925977790</id><published>2011-10-12T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:47:52.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>What's your guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people it's a tub of Haagen Daas (is this how to spell it? sorry i dont dig ice cream that cost more than RM1. haha), or chocolates or shoes. Mine is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite&amp;nbsp;embarrass to say this but I actually love Xia Xue. People see her as bimbotic and an 'unnatural beauty' due to her numerous plastic surgeries and heavy makeup but I really see her differently. She's really this funny and witty girl. Even though she got pot mouth but she curses ... cutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only her can do that. Confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say nice things about her in blogs, they often do it to perli dia. I was like, what's wrong with you people? Can you see her pass her blonde hair and appreciate her brain? If she didn't dye her hair and maintain her eyes and nose, would you think differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her 'upgraded' looks, I think she would still be funny and witty like that. I find that very attractive. Now my source of entertainment is actually &lt;a href="http://www.clicknetwork.tv/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; where I get my daily dose of humor. If I want to get a good laugh, I will go there and watch a couple of videos. Really cracking me up better than those Raja Lawak thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I found not funny anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/7jtZvgs4Ku8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jtZvgs4Ku8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7jtZvgs4Ku8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Naturally funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini baru hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2364927642925977790?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2364927642925977790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2364927642925977790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2364927642925977790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2364927642925977790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/10/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-330719333716789932</id><published>2011-10-06T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:32:13.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Perempuan Betul...</title><content type='html'>Pernah rasa lepas mandi berdiri depan wardrobe yang penuh dengan baju-baju (yang cantik) tapi still rasa tak ada baju yang sesuai untuk dipakai hari tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan tu sungguh menjengkelkan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-330719333716789932?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/330719333716789932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=330719333716789932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/330719333716789932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/330719333716789932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/10/perempuan-betul.html' title='Perempuan Betul...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-318509334485234216</id><published>2011-09-29T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:55:56.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku #3</title><content type='html'>My recently married colleague mengadu his new wife is not very keen to cook for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ate tuna sandwich for breakfast. The i ate cream roll for brunch. And because I don't have time to go for proper lunch, I ate bread only. When I get home, she makes me toasted bread. But I cannot say anything to her. Where got newlyweds gaduh-gaduh on the first month of their marriage maa" he complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last week we went to Tesco and she bought lots of stuff. Chinese cabbage la, cucumber la, cherry tomatoes la, lettuce la... I was very excited one! I tought 'Waaa...tonight we can eat something special lor'. Sampai rumah, she chopped all the vegetables, put in mayonnaise, thousand island sauce and black pepper and tossed it all in a bowl. Then she handed them to me saying 'Nah, ini makanan sihat'. Haiyo....meleleh air mata I macam ni worrr.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau cerita tu sedih tapi aku gelak sampai keluar air mata... Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-318509334485234216?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/318509334485234216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=318509334485234216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/318509334485234216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/318509334485234216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/09/ini-sebab-aku-suka-kerja-aku-3.html' title='Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku #3'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1028375449739318897</id><published>2011-09-22T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:00:03.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Of Strong People</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I can turn back time and do one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more friends from all walks of life with various life styles and background so that now when people tell me outrageous things about their life, I know how I would react to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku introvert. Aku tak kisah tak kawan dengan ramai orang because I am my own best friend. I'd rather curl in my bed with a good book on Friday nights rather than going out and&amp;nbsp;socializing with friends. When I do have friend, they sure are similar to me in terms of family background and their views of life. So yeah, I was overprotected when I was growing up. Not that I'm complaining about it though. I kind of like my life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, despite my introvert nature, my job makes me have to interact with people. And I think there's something about me that make people trust me. They tell me things that is supposedly the most&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;and private thing about them. I'm treated like I'm their personal diaries. I'm&amp;nbsp;honored to be made to feel like I'm important (haha) but honestly, I don't know how to react to stories about homosexuality, adultery, sexual abuse and the likes. Because I grew up thinking those were the stuff made for tv. It does not happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that it does happen, it is the way of life for some of my friends open my eyes like nothing could. My life is relatively heaven compared to them. And it makes me realized one thing: don't ever look down on someone who's different. Itu dugaan Allah untuk dia. Siapa kita nak pandang rendah pada orang lain. Kita nak persoalkan dugaan Allah pada dia ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa kecil sebab aku tak boleh tolong apa-apa. Aku boleh dengar je cerita korang. Nak bagi opinion or nasihat pun tak boleh sebab honestly, aku tak tau nak cakap apa. I hope you all will stay strong. Aku admire korang semua sebab you must be strong enough that God deemed you as orang yang layak menerima dugaan-Nya. Aku yakin Allah tu Maha Adil. Dia takkan bagi dugaan pada kita unless kita boleh terima dugaan tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sebab aku tak cukup strong, Allah bestow on me a relatively easier life than most people. Dia nak tengok aku bersyukur ke tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu pun kadang-kadang fail jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni memang lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insaf sekejap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1028375449739318897?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1028375449739318897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1028375449739318897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1028375449739318897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1028375449739318897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-strong-people.html' title='Of Strong People'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-9072081483527960739</id><published>2011-09-16T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:36:01.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hantu Raya</title><content type='html'>Aku selalu terfikir dari mana Hantu Raya dapat nama dia. Bagi aku Hantu Raya ni hantu yang mempunyai nama paling lawak dan tak seram. I mean, raya... Raya is supposed to be about celebration, happiness and forgiveness. So tang mana seramnya tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku saspek orang bagi nama Hantu Raya sebab bila kita observe orang yang datang makan jamuan open house, masing-masing melantak macamkan takde esok. Lepas tu satu hari pergi dua tiga jemputan. Kat semua-semua jemputan tu makan macam bela hantu, tak reti-reti nak kenyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu agaknya version original Hantu Raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-9072081483527960739?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/9072081483527960739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=9072081483527960739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9072081483527960739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9072081483527960739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/09/hantu-raya.html' title='Hantu Raya'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2261701975823393944</id><published>2011-09-11T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:36:37.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everydays event'/><title type='text'>I need my drug</title><content type='html'>It's been forever since I last read a decent book. I really need to buy a new one like RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not necessarily need to be a new one by my fav authors (Jeffery Deaver, Judith Mcnauhgt etc), a classic ones will do. To Kill a Mockingbird, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I can feel my brain cells are dying with every second pass when I don't have anything new to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... if I cross off the budget to go to karaoke next month, I can buy new books. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2261701975823393944?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2261701975823393944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2261701975823393944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2261701975823393944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2261701975823393944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-my-drug.html' title='I need my drug'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4523384749934565993</id><published>2011-08-26T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:39:04.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>Ingat lagi my &lt;a href="http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/05/pardon-moi-i-got-myself-new-bff.html"&gt;BFF&lt;/a&gt; yang aku cerita in my last few entries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that our closeness jadi buah mulut orang. Tak. Aku tak marah orang mengata aku. Sekurang-kurangnya bila jadi macam ni, ia jadi macam peringatan buat aku yang aku tak boleh control pemikiran orang. Aku cuma boleh control sikap aku supaya orang tak mengata aku lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam orang sibuk bercerita perihal aku rapat sangat dengan BFF aku tu, aku perasan takde seorang pun dari mereka yang terfikir untuk datang pada aku dan tanya sendiri betul ke tak ke khabar angin yang diorang dengar. Semuanya sibuk mengondem aku dalam surau lepas solat. (Gila, dah solat pergi mengumpat pulak. Pahala solat kau maybe negatif. Maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau siapa yang double confirm cerita yang diorang dengar pasal aku? Seorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye. Seorang je yang datang dan tanya aku "Eh, kau rapat betul dengan BFF (from now on I will call him Mr. B) kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness aku dah bersedia dengan soalan ni lama dulu. "Kau nampak aku rapat dengan dia pasal aku tak rapat dengan orang lain. Tapi kalau kau perhatikan betul-betul, dia sebenarnya rapat dengan semua orang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku introvert. Jadi aku senang ada seorang je kawan. Itu dah cukup untuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia extrovert. Dia suka berkawan dengan semua orang. Aku salah seorang dari kawan dia yang ramai-ramai tu. Jadi apa masalahnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa nak point yang aku konon ada hubungan dengan dia? Tolonglah. Aku dah tinggalkan zaman menggatal aku lama dulu. Kalau setakat lunch sama-sama dah jadi evidence aku ada hubungan dengan dia, meaning kita dulupun ada hubungan la ye, Mr. A? (Sambil pandang pada Mr. A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami aku tau aku rapat dengan dia. Siap time department dinner duduk satu meja lagi. Siap aku berduet karok dengan Mr B lagu &amp;nbsp;Kita Insan Biasa sebab suami aku yang suggest lagu tu.Suami aku cool. Dia percaya aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling best pagi ni kereta aku bateri kong and aku tak boleh drive pergi ofis. Aku call Mr B untuk jemput aku. Aku carpool dengan dia together with his fiancee. Masuk ofis saing-saing dengan fiancee Mr B. Orang kat lobi pandang kitorang dengan muka tak percaya. Apsal? Tak percaya skandal boleh jalan sama-sama dengan fiancee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell you, their expressions were priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4523384749934565993?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4523384749934565993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4523384749934565993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4523384749934565993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4523384749934565993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/08/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-339520885475768370</id><published>2011-08-20T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:25:16.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famili'/><title type='text'>Got a Secret? Don't Announce It in FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcPp15cv1hQ/Tk79j6DJXTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q3JFt-teJ-w/s1600/fb.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcPp15cv1hQ/Tk79j6DJXTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q3JFt-teJ-w/s320/fb.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik aku umur 15 dah ada bf. Boleh pulak tipu aku tu. But as what other 15 year old would do, benda rahsia dia pergi letak dlm FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantoi bodoh je. Dia ingat aku takde FB ke? Adoiyai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-339520885475768370?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/339520885475768370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=339520885475768370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/339520885475768370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/339520885475768370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/08/got-secret-dont-announce-it-in-fb.html' title='Got a Secret? Don&apos;t Announce It in FB'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcPp15cv1hQ/Tk79j6DJXTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q3JFt-teJ-w/s72-c/fb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2311712055043902992</id><published>2011-08-15T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:09:44.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>Aku Senang Terharu</title><content type='html'>Tadi baru balik dari ofis and masuk bilik and I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO6cW-xaGc4/Tkj7MZEJJyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/62tPaEOmWBQ/s1600/15082011168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO6cW-xaGc4/Tkj7MZEJJyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/62tPaEOmWBQ/s320/15082011168.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesti korang pelik ape benda nya yang aku nak fokus kan kat sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini katil aku. Suami yang tolong kemas pagi tadi agaknya. Biasanya aku akan kejut dia lepas solat Subuh so that dia bila dia mandi, aku akan kemas katil. Tapi pagi tadi bukan main liat dia nak bangun so aku keluar rumah masa tu dia still berlingkar atas katil lagi. Ye la orang tempat kerja dekat boleh la berlagak dengan aku camtu. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah pasrah katil aku mesti berkecah bila balik kerja nanti ni. Tapi tadi aku masuk bilik and aku tengok dia kemaskan sikit2. Ye la walau tak senegheh (senonoh) macam aku biasa buat (haha), tapi aku terharu dia ada tunjuk effort untuk tolong kemaskan katil walaupun hasil dia camtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku memang pernah tengok dia lipat baju. Kau bayangkan dia lipat baju macam lipat murtabak Pastu aku haramkan dia dari lipat baju sebab lepas tu aku kiraikan balik and lipat properly ikut standard ISO aku. haha. Tapi best dia ni, dia offer basuh baju, ampai baju dan basuh toilet. Dia basuh toilet memang tip top. Berkilat-kilat toilet bowl bowl tu dia sental. Keluar toilet dengan badan berpeluh-peluh. Sexy gila! Tapi takkan nak ajak beromen lepas dia cuci toilet lak kan. Inappropriate gila timing. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi since dia nye kemas camni, pagi esok aku paksa dia bangun gak so that aku je yang kemas. Huhu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2311712055043902992?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2311712055043902992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2311712055043902992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2311712055043902992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2311712055043902992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/08/aku-senang-terharu.html' title='Aku Senang Terharu'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO6cW-xaGc4/Tkj7MZEJJyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/62tPaEOmWBQ/s72-c/15082011168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-8628387409481363470</id><published>2011-08-14T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:24:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Kawan Dengan Orang Tua je</title><content type='html'>Semalam Incik Suami bawak aku buka puasa with his colleagues. Most of his &amp;nbsp;colleague umur 30 ke atas. Kami couple yang paling muda dalam group tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik dari buka puasa, this was his review about me: "You looked okay socializing with them. Is that means you feel more comfortable with older people? You're not that okay with peers our age," he observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, his colleague talk about intelligent things and interesting things. What's there not to like? Then I realised, I'm okay with people who talk about things, events and ideas. The people whom I can't stand is the ones who talk about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people" - Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-8628387409481363470?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/8628387409481363470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=8628387409481363470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8628387409481363470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8628387409481363470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/08/saya-kawan-dengan-orang-tua-je.html' title='Saya Kawan Dengan Orang Tua je'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5916660693793103029</id><published>2011-07-31T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:31:53.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Impian Bodoh Aku Akhirnya Tercapai</title><content type='html'>Ye, impian pun ada yang versi bodoh punya. Impian aku ni start dari hobi aku yang suka berkaraoke. Tapi aku karaoke kat dlm bilik karaoke je. Buat 'konsert' dengan kawan-kawan. Itu pun takleh nak kata menyanyi ni hobi aku sebab aku pergi karaoke pun tiga bulan sekali. (Benda lagha tak boleh buat selalu haha).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apa sebenarnya impian aku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku selalu impressed dengan orang yang confident enough untuk menyanyi depan orang ramai kat restoren. Suara tak berapa sedap tolak tepi. Yang penting confident. And I always thought "heck, I can sing that song better" tapi kalau kau fikir je tapi takde actual action, takde jadi apa-apa jugak kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lama dulu aku ada cerita kat colleague aku, "M, aku nak menyanyi depan orang ramai kat restoren. Itu impian aku dowh". Dia angguk-angguk and senyum je. Senyum ada makna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rupa-rupanya dia volunteer jadi MC untuk Dinner Department last night. So time aku tengah mencekik tu tetiba dia announce nama aku suruh naik atas pentas untuk menyanyi. "Kita tunaikan impian Miza malam ni." kata dia. Babi. Tangan aku dah start sejuk dah. Aku taknak bangun dari kerusi, tapi Incik Suami dah tolak-tolak aku soh pegi naik pentas. Lepas tu BFF aku yang satu meja dengan aku start sorak nama aku. Budak-budak aku dalam restoran tu boleh join sorak lak tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pendekkan cerita, aku pergi naik pentas la jugak. Impian kedua aku sebenarnya nak nyanyi lagu Nurnilam Sari, tapi aku tau suara akan jadi suara itik kalau aku nyanyi time nervous-nervous tu, so I opt for something yang aku yakin boleh bawak. Aku nyanyi lagu Rossa, Tegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/g8lKa6UHYcg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8lKa6UHYcg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8lKa6UHYcg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa mike yang aku pegang tak gegar masa aku nyanyi tu. Tapi suara je bergetar sebab gila aku takut ya amat. And nobody knows lutut aku pun menggigil atas pentas tu. AND I managed to sing the whole song. Takde pengsan atau keluar suara itik. And the crowd politely applause macam nak kata "Ok la. Bolehlah." haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi lepas tu ada AFUNDI penyanyi mana dapat nombor satu. Kira the crowd is the judge. And aku dapat nombor satu. Kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi korang tak payah impressed. Like all shitty reality TV program, the winner of the program is not because thie ability to do something. This is purely a a popularity contest. Dah tentu arahnya MC announce nama aku and BFF aku pun sorak nama aku time contest tu. So nama aku je yang prominent masa contest tu. Yang lain-lain MC announce tajuk lagu and orang tu datang pentas. Still, tak bermakna aku tak suka dapat nombor satu. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imrvhksBPL4/TjS9RtqA7WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hJMnEQyVti8/s1600/30072011165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imrvhksBPL4/TjS9RtqA7WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hJMnEQyVti8/s320/30072011165.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan hamper kemenagan and suami yang selalu memberi dorongan. I meant, literally "dorongan".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon the dark background. Amek dengan hp camera memang kualiti cam sampah sikit. Haha. But hey, I finally have my stupid dream fulfilled. And I'm happy as a clam. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5916660693793103029?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5916660693793103029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5916660693793103029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5916660693793103029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5916660693793103029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/07/impian-bodoh-aku-akhirnya-tercapai.html' title='Impian Bodoh Aku Akhirnya Tercapai'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imrvhksBPL4/TjS9RtqA7WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hJMnEQyVti8/s72-c/30072011165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-8439833456618897565</id><published>2011-07-16T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:42:25.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balik kampung'/><title type='text'>Biological Age = 26, Metabolic Age = 18. Woot!</title><content type='html'>Last week temankan husband buat medical checkup.The advisor was kind enough untuk buat medical checkup untuk aku jugak. It was a simple procedure. Dia ambil tinggi aku and then I have to stand on the special penimbang berat yang boleh kira kandungan lemak dlm badan, percentage jisim tulang aku and all the whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review dia pasal aku: I am a bit on the underweight side, but just slightly and I could use for some extra kilos on my bone. I drank water too little (padahal aku minum 1.5L air kosong everyday, tak masuk air2 lain tu. Nak berapa banyak lagi aku kena minum?), my fat distribution is okay, but my visceral fat is too little to protect my heart from impact (macam jatuh or kemalangan), my bone mass is normal but my muscle is too soft (sebab aku tak active punya orang. Keja duduk depan pc and buat keja guna otak). Dan yang paling best, metabolic age aku adalah 18y.o! Maknanya umur cell aku is comparable with 18 years old kid. Senang cakap, aku lebih muda dari biological age akulah! hehe. Bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &amp;nbsp;I can feel that I look a bit better today that I was when 17. Tak percaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDFrJyBM-cU/TiDjtIPY9BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/l3F2co5qh9w/s1600/19062011104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDFrJyBM-cU/TiDjtIPY9BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/l3F2co5qh9w/s320/19062011104.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is me when I was 16. Gambar ambik straight dari kad pelajar MRSM Jasin dulu. I was often&amp;nbsp;mistaken&amp;nbsp;to be much older woman.Orang ingat aku umur 23~25 time ni. Down woo orang ingat aku muka tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is my latest photo, masa majlis tunang adik aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs9NplvYzlw/TiDkoqFl3xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tFXI8GvJvGg/s1600/25062011125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cs9NplvYzlw/TiDkoqFl3xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tFXI8GvJvGg/s320/25062011125.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her friends mistaken me to be her YOUNGER sister. She's 22, by the way. Kalau aku nampak lebih muda then my 22 year old sister, then that means what? I look 20? Hihi bangga tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kawan aku ada cara to bring me down back to earth. "Eleh. Ini semua kosmetik ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh. Jahat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-8439833456618897565?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/8439833456618897565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=8439833456618897565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8439833456618897565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8439833456618897565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/07/bological-age-26-metabolic-age-18-woot.html' title='Biological Age = 26, Metabolic Age = 18. Woot!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDFrJyBM-cU/TiDjtIPY9BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/l3F2co5qh9w/s72-c/19062011104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7219029532459998760</id><published>2011-07-13T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T00:02:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>Aku ni jenis susah nak suka orang. Tapi sekali aku suka, jenis pelik-pelik pulak taste aku yang dapat. My first crush was when I was 12. Masa ni semua orang tengah sibuk-sibuk nak UPSR, aku boleh pulak layan feeling dengan budak satu kelas aku ni. But to think back, masa aku 12 tahun, aku tak faham pun significant UPSR tu dalam hidup aku. Bagi aku UPSR ni sama je tahap dia macam ujian akhir tahun yang biasa tu. Mak aku pulak yang lebih-lebih berdebar dengan UPSR aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, jap. Aku tengah cerita psl crush aku ke psl UPSR ni? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak ni aku suka pasal masa pra-UPSR, aku boleh terlupa bawak pemadam. Aku memang dah gelabah gila babi. Aku tanya kiri kanan semua kata bawak satu je pemadam. Penipu nak mampos padahal sekor-sekor aku tau hobi mengumpul pemadam. Then dia sorangggg je yang rela, bukan bagi pinjam pemadam sebab dia memang tak bawak pemadam lebih, tapi dia rela potong separuh pemadam dia and bagi kat aku. That is the first sweet thing a person of opposite sex buat kat aku. Kira bila dia bagi aku separuh pemadam, macam aku terima cinta dia jugak lah. Ewah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sejak tu aku tetiba rasa macam dia ni hensem sangat. Padahal sebelum tu biasa-biasa je aku tengok dia. Tetiap hari aku bersemangat nak datang sekolah pasal aku nak tengok dia. Kira jadi sumber motivasi aku untuk pergi sekolah lah. Lepas tu suka curi-curi tengok dia when he was not looking. Tak dapt tengok muka dia, tengok beg kat tempat duduk dia pun jadilahhhh. Macam gila bayang pulak aku ni kan? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cikgu aku selalu buat latih tubi and jawab soalan UPSR tahun lepas. Then after jawab, cikgu aku akan kumpulkan semua ppaer then dia re-distribute kt kitorang and tanda paper kawan-kawan. Aku sentiasa akan pastikan untuk tanda kertas dia. And after tanda, I will make a discreet sign atas kertas dia. Contoh I will dot my 'i' with love ke or I will write my name on the last blank page of his paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama berapa bulan aku suka kat dia, percaya atau tak, aku tak pernah bercakap dengan dia. Aku jadi macam segan nak mampus bila nampak dia. Kalau korang tengok anime Naruto Shippuden, watak aku ni macam Hinata, yang crush dengan Naruto tapi tak cakap and segan sendiri bila berdepan dengan Naruto. (That's why my favourite character dalam Naruto is Hinata, because she reminds me of me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, after UPSR, aku ingatkan dia akan go to the same middle school with me. And I thought I have much time to build my courage and confidence to finally confront him masa kat sekolah menengah and tell him how I felt for him. Tapi aku dapat tau dia sambung sekolah kat KL sebab dia ikut parents dia tinggal kat sana. (Selama ni dia tinggal dengan nenek dia). So masa ambil keputusan UPSR, aku cuma tengok dia dari jauh and tried my hardest to not bawl my eyes out sebab aku tau, ini kali terakhir aku akan jumpa dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu, orang lain datang sekolah nak jumpa cikgu, nk jumpa kawan-kawan and nak ambik slip periksa, tapi aku datang untuk tengok dia. I remembered my dad ajak aku balik after aku ambil slip and I refused sebab budak tu belum balik lagi. I want to look at him sepuas hati aku before dia literally, walk into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear to God, when he finally masuk kereta abah dia to go home, he looked at me, smiled and waved. Time tu aku rasa nak kejar kereta abah dia and suruh dia berhenti tapi drama melayu sangat la kan kalau aku buat macam tu. Haha. Aku cuma balas lambaian dia and ajak abah aku balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent gila. Lambai aje pun aku dah puas hati. Kira macam dia bagi closure untuk aku by waving at me. Aku anggap dia pun suka kat aku jugak sebab he looked for me before he left just to wave me goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang bila aku fikir balik, maybe otak aku delusional and anggap lambaian dia was meant untuk aku sorang, padahal tak nampak budak satu kelas aku semua berdiri kat belakang aku time tu. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aku terfikir, kadang-kadang cinta tak perlu dibalas untuk rasa bahagia. Syok sendiri pun dah bahagia dah. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7219029532459998760?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7219029532459998760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7219029532459998760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7219029532459998760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7219029532459998760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/07/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1247019474153471014</id><published>2011-07-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:23:41.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premonition'/><title type='text'>Sebab tu orang panggil mimpi tu mainan tidur...</title><content type='html'>Betul ke kalau kita mimpi kita dapat baby, meaning kita akan betul2 mengandung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau macam tu, aku patut dah ada 3 orang anak dah sekarang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1247019474153471014?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1247019474153471014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1247019474153471014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1247019474153471014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1247019474153471014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/07/sebab-tu-orang-panggil-mimpi-tu-mainan.html' title='Sebab tu orang panggil mimpi tu mainan tidur...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5980323025398472275</id><published>2011-06-18T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:50:40.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku #2</title><content type='html'>"Buah apa biji di luar?" tanya aku pada colleagues aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tanya macam mana topik teka-teki klasik macam ni boleh timbul masa borak dalam ofis sebab aku dengan budak-budak ni memang random gila. Masing-masing bagi aku muka "Ek eleh itu pun nak tanya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan budak-budak ni merapik bagi jawapan kura-kura la, laici la, almari and other random things. Konon nak tunjuk kat aku "Oh, kau buat lawak bodoh ye. Aku bagi jawapan bodoh gk kat kau" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa semua orang sibuk nak outdone satu sama lain nak tengok jawapan sapa paling bodoh, tetiba ada satu budak ni mencelah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buah dada," kata dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terdiam kitorang. Terdiam pasal jawapan dia masuk akal and lagi satu pasal dia ni pendiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan belum kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But by far, itu memang jawapan favourite aku. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5980323025398472275?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5980323025398472275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5980323025398472275&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5980323025398472275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5980323025398472275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/06/ini-sebab-aku-suka-kerja-aku-2.html' title='Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku #2'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7481767573612012516</id><published>2011-06-12T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:49:35.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Layan Suami Macam Kita ni Pelacur?</title><content type='html'>Maknanya apa ni? Maknanya aku kena mintak suami aku &lt;b&gt;bayar&lt;/b&gt; aku lepas habis servis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius aku rasa insulted dengan &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/articles/14prosi/single"&gt;minah ni&lt;/a&gt;. Dia (suami) bayar hantaran beribu-ribu bukan sebab supaya dia boleh dapat free sex. Dia bayar beribu-ribu supaya dia boleh amek tanggungjawab jaga perempuan tu dari parents perempuan tu. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, people dont get married because they want free sex. Heck, getting married to get free sex is like buying Boeing 787 to get free peanuts! Tak masuk akal langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sungguhla tak adil tanggungjawab nak puaskan nafsu sex tu terletak kat bahu isteri je. Then nafsu isteri sapa nak jaga? Kalau suami expect isteri untuk layan diorang macam pelacur, isteri patut expect supaya suami layan isteri macam lelaki tu male stripper! Barulah 3gp melayu mengandungi pelakon lelaki yang lebih menyelerakan sikit. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7481767573612012516?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7481767573612012516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7481767573612012516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7481767573612012516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7481767573612012516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/06/layan-suami-macam-kita-ni-pelacur.html' title='Layan Suami Macam Kita ni Pelacur?'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5159797361140518580</id><published>2011-06-04T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T07:12:30.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encyclopedia Bergerak</title><content type='html'>Kalau ada orang yang berlagak macam encyclopedia bergerak dengan aku, aku akan tanya reference dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, kenapa kau makan panadol ni masa kau sakit kepala?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sebab aku... er.. sakit kepala?" (Dalam hati: is this a trick question?)&lt;br /&gt;"Hei jangan makan panadol! Tau tak panadol ni toksik dan boleh menyebabkan kerosakan buah pinggang? And kalau makan banyak2 kali, nanti kau immune dengan panadol and you have to take bigger dosage for the effect to become apparent"&lt;br /&gt;"Really? dari mana kau baca info ni?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ada orang forward email kat aku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friend, boleh buat rasa respek aku turun satu takuk untuk kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong untuk baca forwarded email. But to actually believe in them, it's another thing altogether. Unless lepas tu ko cakap "Aku baca forwarded email and aku google kat internet pasal rumors ni. And aku ada jumpa satu medical artikel yang kata bla bla bla bla" then yes, &amp;nbsp;aku bagi A untuk kau for effort and believability. Tapi kalau kau bergantung dengan spam untuk inform aku, alamak bro, sorry la bro. Cannot go lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5159797361140518580?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5159797361140518580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5159797361140518580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5159797361140518580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5159797361140518580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/06/encyclopedia-bergerak.html' title='Encyclopedia Bergerak'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4586590781311063806</id><published>2011-05-28T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:44:49.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku</title><content type='html'>One of the colleague mengadu dia dah boring kerja because he did the same stuff year after year, day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miza kalau nak tau sejarah hidup Din ni, family Din kaya tau. Harta tak habis makan tujuh keturunan. Taknak keja pun takpe " dia bukak cerita. Aku dah start buat muka boring sebab aku alergik sikit orang cakap besar ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masalahnya Din ni keturunan ke-sembilan" kata dia habiskan punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And aku gelak bagai nak mati hari tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4586590781311063806?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4586590781311063806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4586590781311063806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4586590781311063806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4586590781311063806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/05/ini-sebab-aku-suka-kerja-aku.html' title='Ini Sebab Aku Suka Kerja Aku'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-3240951480218818503</id><published>2011-05-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:55:46.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balik kampung'/><title type='text'>How I will look when I'm 65</title><content type='html'>Member: Bro, bawak-bawak la apdet gambar kat facebook ko. Patblas kali aku klik, patblas kali tak tukar-tukar gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Malas dow. Aku rupa sama je since last time aku amek gambar. Ko tengok je la apa ada. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member: Apdet la bro. Bosan la tengok gambar sama je tetiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Ko usha fb aku tetiap hari? Freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member: Aku stalker ko. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Next time aku letak gambar yang aku ambik masa dalam bilik tidur, camera angle dari atas kepala and aku buat mulut itik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLt_ZGnTioc/TdffSr4098I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MnbGjPh_fYU/s1600/tumblr_lkxxm5NKRv1qzbaqlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLt_ZGnTioc/TdffSr4098I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MnbGjPh_fYU/s320/tumblr_lkxxm5NKRv1qzbaqlo1_500.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member: WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per his request, this is my latest photo taken during majlis merisik adik aku. Aku jadi tukang sambut tetamu, which explains why I wear nice baju kurung masa dalam rumah. (Motif bagitau? Nampak nau selekeh masa hari biasa. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ioqAGA0S8o/Tdff_tJc3AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PcRI8kRW6eA/s1600/24042011081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ioqAGA0S8o/Tdff_tJc3AI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PcRI8kRW6eA/s320/24042011081.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my grandma. Somehow I can feel I will look like her when I grow old. Not bad. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-3240951480218818503?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/3240951480218818503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=3240951480218818503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3240951480218818503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3240951480218818503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-i-will-look-when-im-65.html' title='How I will look when I&apos;m 65'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLt_ZGnTioc/TdffSr4098I/AAAAAAAAAFU/MnbGjPh_fYU/s72-c/tumblr_lkxxm5NKRv1qzbaqlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6400530033290110282</id><published>2011-05-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:24:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just a Little Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Not like I faint everytime we touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new operator in my department. When I first &amp;nbsp;saw him, aku dah agak dia ni bukan macam operator yang lain because firstly, he's tall. Tall means he had enough nutrition while growing up. That's kebanyakan orang yang masa kecik dia hidup susah, mereka rendah-rendah. And I notice he was wearing a very nice watch. From my observation, the watch is not fake. It's a nice, expensive watch. Then dia ni otak cair. All I need is to explain to him once of what he's supposed to do and I find that he can carry out my instructions well. My curiosity is piqued by this boy. And it helps a little that he's good looking too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked around about this boy. His background and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out he's a university student on semester breaks. Ahhh... that explains why he understands what I taught him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiiii.... oleh kerana I asked around about him, timbul pulak rumours kata aku suka dekat dia. Sekarang ni bila aku lalu dekat production line, he will try to catch my eyes and when I looked at him, he will smile at me. You know, the kind of smile that means I-know-you-like-me-and-I'm-flattered-that-you-are-attracted-to-me. Masalahnya, aku boleh blush pulak bila dia tengok aku. Padahal takdela aku nak fikir apa-apa feeling meeling &amp;nbsp;masa aku tanya pasal dia tu. I just wanted to know why an operator can afford such an expensive watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm back to high school pulak dah. Stealing glances and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye bodoh betul. Dah la dia tu budak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should march up to him and says "Dik, akak ni nampak je cam sebaya kau, tapi sebenarnya dua tiga tahun je nak masuk 30 tahun. So don't make me feel like a peadophile boleh tak?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6400530033290110282?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6400530033290110282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6400530033290110282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6400530033290110282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6400530033290110282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-just-little-crush.html' title='It&apos;s Just a Little Crush'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6235544109558422894</id><published>2011-05-14T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:08:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon Moi, I got Myself a New BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;META content=ActiveSquare name=GENERATOR&gt;  &lt;META content=ActiveSquare name=GENERATOR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Orang yang kenal aku tau aku sangat memilih kawan. Kawan aku sikit je, tapi yang sikit ni lah orang yang aku boleh percaya and could trust my life with. Masa aku sekolah rendah, aku ada kawan dengan satu budak ni tapi dia tikam aku dari belakang so I disown her. Haha. Start from that I learn to trust my instinct when it comes to friends. Mana-mana yang first time aku jumpa terus aku fikir "eh semacam je budak ni" terus aku taknak rapat sangat dengan dia. Sebab one day aku tau dia akan buat something yang confirmkan kata hati aku ni betul. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Lepas dari misfortune tu, aku jadi selective masa sekolah menengah, aku ada Zila and Hajah saja who were the fortunate few yang jadi best friend aku. Then kat MRSM aku ada 516 girls. Itulah kawan paling ramai pernah aku ada. Bila aku tulis ni rasa kesian pulak dengan diri sendiri. LOL. After that kat UTP aku best friend aku ialah Dy, Jijah, Asiah, Shiera and Mr A. Sejak aku keluar UTP and jejak dunia kerja, aku rasa Erfiza la orang last yang aku consider kawan aku. After aku berenti keja kat tempat lama, I was friendless kat tempat baru. Dua tahun aku keja sini, dua tahun aku takde kawan.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Jangan salah faham lak. Aku kata takde kawan tu bukan la maknanya aku menyombong tak tentu pasal or kera sumbang buat keja sorang-sorang. I mean I was not hanging out exclusively with one (or two or three) people. Kadang-kadang aku dengan orang ni. Besok dengan orang tu, besok lagi satu aku dengan orang lain pulak. Tak fix. Aku hang out with whoever happen to cross my path at the time. Macam aku tengah lapar, aku announce aku tengah lapar and tengok sapa nak ikut aku lunch. Kalau semua dah kenyang, aku pegi la makan sorang-sorang. Takde hal punya. Sebbaik aku ni objective oriented punya orang. Contoh time aku lapar. Objektif aku ialah nak pegi makan so that aku tak lapar lagi. So klu aku pegi makan sorang or ramai-ramai, objektif aku still fulfill. Kira&amp;nbsp;teman ni bukan penyebab lapar aku hilang, that why aku tak kisah sangat makan sorang-sorang. Yang penting aku tak lapar lagi. Faham? Tak faham takpe. Haha.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Then after two years kat tempat kerja baru, akhirnya ada budak baru masuk. First time aku tengok dia aku dah rasa dia ok. Tapi sebab dia ni lelaki so aku tak tegur dia sangat. Ada dalam sebulan kot dia keja satu department tak bertegur sapa dengan aku. But eventually kalau dah satu department tu impossible la ko tak bertegur sapa kan, so last-last bercakap jugak kitorang. Start dari tu aku hang out dengan dia. Dia ni ok la. Cool. Kepala mereng cam aku gak. Yang best tu, we have the same sense of humor. Sometimes bila aku buat lawak nerd aku, dia sorang je yang gelak sebab dia sorang je yang faham the humor in it. Sometimes when I notice something funny, aku just tengok dia je then pastu we burst out laughing. And sebab aku dah faham style dia, kekadang dia cuma perlu bukak mukadimah je, aku dah gelak dah pasal aku dah boleh agak punch line budak ni apa. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;And aku flattered la jugak sebab baru kenal berapa bulan tapi he trust me enough with his problems. And aku rasa sebab dia totally independent dari zaman-zaman jahiliyah aku, dia sorang je yang tau cerita hitam time aku kat UTP dulu. Haha. So yes. My quest to find a nice guy like Mr A and my husband akhirnya tercapai.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Bagus la aku ni. I always manage to get a nice man to be around me. Anyone wants my secret? Anyone?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6235544109558422894?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6235544109558422894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6235544109558422894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6235544109558422894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6235544109558422894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/05/pardon-moi-i-got-myself-new-bff.html' title='Pardon Moi, I got Myself a New BFF'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-3952365731750613543</id><published>2011-04-02T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T07:57:49.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premonition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Yes, aku dendam lagi kat kau</title><content type='html'>Time aku kecik-kecik dulu, aku adalah mangsa buli. I was too small and weak to fight back tapi aku janji aku akan jadi lebih awesome dari diorang bila aku dah besar. (Note the plural. It makes me wonder, pembuli ni berani sebab dia ramai je.Kalau sorang-sorang semua takde telur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, for some reason these bullies find my fb account and have the cheeks to add me into their friend list. Aku reject friend request dia and block dia terus. Then gigih tu carik gmail address aku and send email pulak! Cakap sweet kemain rupa-rupanya nak mntak tolong aku carikan dia kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? We've never been friends in the first place. Tetiba bila ko kena tendang dari keja lama, tetiba ada hati nak mntak tolong aku forwardkan resume ko kat HR company aku? Ko ingat aku hadap sangat ke nak jumpa muka ko hari-hari kat company ni? You and you pathetic life can go somewhere else and go find all your so-called friends untuk tolong kau carik kerja ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukan kabel ko. And I certainly not your friend so please stop humiliating yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is a bitch. How do you feel to be the weak one now, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-3952365731750613543?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/3952365731750613543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=3952365731750613543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3952365731750613543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3952365731750613543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-aku-dendam-lagi-kat-kau.html' title='Yes, aku dendam lagi kat kau'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7340118880466975937</id><published>2011-03-12T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:50:43.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>So I Went To MATTA Fair 2011</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I ever went to any travel fair. Ye la, last time I was so gila babi broke I can't afford to even &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;about planning any trip. So this time Alhamdulillah things get better so beranila sikit nak tengok travel packages yang dioffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I was planning to go to Bandung since my sister-in-law just come back from there and told us many interesting stories about that place. The place is cantiklah, barang is murahlah, makan is sedaplah. Jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like very very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mission to MATTA fair is to find the cheapest travel package to Bandung. Last time my colleague managed to get a 3D2N package to Phuket for under RM1K, so I guess the Bandung trip won't set me back for more than RM1K also. With that in mind, we went deal hunting and surveying the prices to Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we came to this one booth which was operated by the people from Indonesia itself. Discuss punya discuss,compare punya compare, she showed us the honeymoon package. In Bali. Like really out of nowhere punya offer. Discuss about Bandung, tetiba cerita pasal Bali pulak. But I don't want to make rash decision so I took the pamphlet and promised her to come back after my husband and I finish discussing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But The Husband has his own mind too. He was looking forward to the cruise deal because he was dying to go on a cruise since like forever.And he also manage to get a good deal from one booth which offered 4D3N package departure from Penang and stops at Phuket and Krabi and return back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During meals we discussed about whether we want to go to Bali (instead of Bandung) or go on a cruise. The Bali package offered meals and breakfast, candle light dinner, villa with private pool, fruit basket, fresh flowers (on the bed somemore haha), 90 minutes traditional massage for couples, and some other complimentary cakes and items. The hotel was very very very very cantik and romantic, no doubt about that. And judging from the photo in the pamphlet, the beach during sunset was heaven too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise offered 6-times-a-day meals, and stops at two destinations:- Phuket and Krabi. So instead of we go to one place only like Bali, we can go to TWO places, but the prices are about the same with Bali one. Makan dah tentu tak payah fikir dah. Enam kali makan tuuu, kat rumah pun tak makan 6 kali sehari kot. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bincang bukan main lama. Siap o-zom lagi sapa menang pegi destination yang dia pilih. Last last kitorang pilih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like random gila. Macam kita dah shortlist dua candidate untuk one post, tapi lastly pilih orang yang tak kena interview langsung. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. We will be going to Sabah by this year. Choice sangat random sampai tarikh pun tak pilih bila. Tapi travel package dah beli dah. How about that? Haha. So Malbu Island, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5YfbwaceRg/TXuHq1s8TiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N1xZ-mbPlAg/s1600/sf-moma-abstract-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5YfbwaceRg/TXuHq1s8TiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N1xZ-mbPlAg/s320/sf-moma-abstract-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ahvlq3JsSlg/TXuHOsRDPII/AAAAAAAAAFI/heI1F0SH5Qk/s1600/sf-moma-abstract-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malbu Island, Sabah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7340118880466975937?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7340118880466975937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7340118880466975937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7340118880466975937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7340118880466975937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-i-went-to-matta-fair-2011.html' title='So I Went To MATTA Fair 2011'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5YfbwaceRg/TXuHq1s8TiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N1xZ-mbPlAg/s72-c/sf-moma-abstract-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6110550453186025419</id><published>2011-02-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:54:42.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Miza is Weird</title><content type='html'>1. I love reading old newspaper. Be it yesterday's newspaper, last week one or last year, I prefer to read old news (history, bukan old news) rather than current happenings. If I buy today's newspaper, I will only scan the titles of all the articles and never read the articles per se. Only tomorrow I read the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like impractical presents which people denote as "romantic gifts". These romantic gifts includes chocolates, teddy bears and roses. In my whole 7 years of relationship with Mr Husband (5 years couples + 1 year engaged + 1 year married) I only received all of those ONCE. And all not in the same occasion. The chocolates, I received when he came back from New Zealand where that is the only gift he can afford to give me (haha kesian. Tapi terharu sebab dia still ingat nak belikan aku ole-ole even tak mampu), the teddy bear, I received when we celebrate my birthday (the first birthday since our relationship so he didn't know I don't like teddy bears. I told him "Please don't give me teddy bears. I don't know what to do with it,") and the roses I received when we went to Cameron Highland. Macam tak afdhal la pulak pegi Cameron tak beli roses. Haha. After all of those occasion, I told him no more of these presents. If he truly want to give me something, buy something that I know I can use. Baju ke, tudung ke, buku ke. No more "useless" gifts like the above. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm terrible with remembering dates. I don't even remember my birthdays. So please don't hold it&amp;nbsp;against me if I fail to wish you on your birthday. It doesn't mean I don't care for you. It just... not written in my genetic to remember dates. Must be some kind of birth deformities, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Talking about chocolates, I'm not just hate them as gift, I also don't like to eat them. I find chocolates to be too sweet for my&amp;nbsp;taste buds, thus I don't enjoy them. Same goes to carbonated drinks. I don't like them because they are too sweet and the carbon dioxide hurt my&amp;nbsp;tongue when I consume them, thus I don't enjoy them. If I don't enjoy my food, I won't take them. But people mistaken it as I'm in constant diet. I'm not. I just don't like them. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have very limited number of shoes and bags. It's because I don't see the point of having too much shoes and bags at the same time because in the end, I will only go out wearing one pair of shoes and one bag. So why bother having too much of them? So far, I have one sandal, one flat shoes, two high heels and one serious-looking heels for work. But the sandal is the most over-worn shoes of all sebab itu ajelah yang aku pakai. Yang lain-lain tu under-utilised. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was invisible when I was in high school and most of the years in university. Once I befriend with one guy at the last semester of my last year in university and he express his regret of not knowing me earlier (because we went to the same high school but only know it at the last 6 months in university. LOL). But hey, I look totally different when I was in high school and when in uni, so I understand when my school mate didn't recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I cannot gossip and I make a terrible gossip partner. It's because I don't know people. When in school, uni or even at work, most of the time I will be clueless when people share the latest&amp;nbsp;tidbits of some people - WHICH I DON'T KNOW OF. And they are having tough time to describe who the people are to me so they just gave up and don't bother to explain who the hell they are talking about. LOL. I don't get it. How the hell they know EVERYBODY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. But when I DO gossip, I gossip with my mum, who doesn't know who the hell I was talking about, but the people I was talking about must be the bad one because I told her so. LOL. But the real reason why I tell my mum is because my mum doesn't know them so she won't spread the rumors around. Whatever I tell my mum, stop at my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Aku tak suka ambil gambar. And I always have reasons to prevent my self from taking my own picture. Like: I felt like bimbo when I took my own picture. Or I know how I look so I don't have to take my own picture to remind myself how I look. Or I simply lazy to. When I go somewhere for holiday, I took less than 20 pictures. And out of 20 pictures, only 5 of them got me in it. So that's why I don't blog much about where I go to or what's my activity. No use la talk go here go there but no prove. LOL. I don't get it. How did someone took picture when they go to shop in JJ? JJ je pun, like semua orang penah pegi kot? No need to brag in blog kot? Please.&amp;nbsp;Enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm independent when I'm desperate or alone. But when my husband is around, tiba-tiba aku akan bertukar menjadi perempuan manja yang tak reti buat apa-apa, and need my husband to make all the decisions for me. Trust me, if I ever met any perempuan version aku-semasa-suami-is-around, aku akan rasa sangat menyampah dengan dia and rasa baik-kau-mati-saja-perempuan. Like, annoying gila perempuan ni. Tapi kalau suami aku jauh, tiba-tiba aku jadi superwoman and can do everything in a breeze. Mengada. I know. Those who know me since before I'm married or know me when I was in long distance relationship with husband sure tak percaya aku ni manja and mengada because I'm the type of stand-my-ground pya orang. Unbelievable? Believe it. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6110550453186025419?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6110550453186025419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6110550453186025419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6110550453186025419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6110550453186025419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/02/weird-miza-is-weird.html' title='Weird Miza is Weird'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-959547961252886419</id><published>2011-02-20T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:20:48.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Eat. The Thin Way</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, I was a plump kid and teenager. I was never fat, though, but if my mom didn't harp on me to lose weight when I was a teenager, I might become fat. Yes, my mom was a bit Hitler about her kids weight. She would say something cruel like "Ingat lawa ke kalau gemuk-gemuk ni?" or "Jaga badan sikit. Anak-anak dara dah gemuk. Kalau dah kahwin macam mana la buruk nya nanti ni.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scarred for life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good thing is, I was bound to watch what I eat to please my thin-obsession mum. She set a good examples too. She would pressure us (her kids) to eat vegetables and fruits on every meals. As we live in kampung so the local fruits are abundance so no problem for us to take our daily dosage or fruits and vegetables. So bila dah lama-lama terbiasa makan sayur and buah tu, bila once makan takde sayur, rasa meal tu tak complete. Sebab tu sebenarnya aku agak kureng makan kat mamak. Sebab kebanyakan restoran mamak tak menyediakan tumbuh-tumbuhan &amp;nbsp;yang cukup. Kalau ada pun, sayur kobis yang dia racik halus-halus macam bunga rampai. Baik dia blend je kobis tu terus, baru puas hati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once took a meal with my 'larger' friends, and aku perhatikan apa yang aku makan dan apa yang mereka makan. Contoh macam one day aku hang out dengan my UIA friends masa aku praktikal kat Wangsa Maju Seksyen 1 dulu. Breakfast aku makan sekeping roti canai kosong dengan air limau. Dia makan nasi goreng campur naget 5 ketul and 2 ketul hotdog and air milo. Lepas tu on the way nak bersiap-siap tu aku beli betik sepotong. Dia beli aiskrim. Satu tub. Bukan satu cone ke apa satu tangkai (tangkai? macam tak sesuai je penjodoh bilangan aku ni). Satu tub wei. Memanglah dia share dengan kami semua. Tapi kalau dah satu tub habis dan dan tu jugak, aku rasa agak melampau jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then makan tengah hari kat KLCC. Aku punya nasik dengan sayur and ayam. Lauk standard aku, memang kena ada satu sayur and satu lauk. Lebih dari tu aku tak reti makan. That, and aku tak mampu nak bayar mahal-mahal. Gaji aku RM500 je kot masa tu! Air aku amik air buah (yang harga dia RM5 satu gelas! Pengsan). Dia makan McD. Then masa tengok wayang, dia beli segala jenis coklat and cikedis, plus popcorn and coke. Aku cuma ambik popcorn and air mineral. Aku tak suka coke (or any carbonated drinks for that matter) sebab gas dia menyakitkan lidah aku. And aku tak enjoy consume something yang menyakitkan aku. So bila aku tak enjoy, jaraaaaang aku nak beli, so aku jarang minum carbonated drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik tu, aku singgah Cold Storage and borong buah strawberries, assorted cubed fruits, sushi, cherry tomatoes and boxed salad. Kawan aku tu beli sushi, tapi kat kedai luar dia beli Pringles, Nips, mufin, karipap, keropok lekor and assortment of chocolates and potatoes chips. Malam tu tengok tv kat tv hall dengan dia sambil makan benda-benda alah yang aku sebut tadi. Bayangkan satu malam habiskan benda-benda yang kitorang beli tu. Aku offer dia buah and sayur aku. Nasib baik dia makan. So at least hari tu dia memang ada makan tumbuh-tumbuhan. So dua hari aku tumpang bilik dia, dia cuma akan makan tumbuh-tumbuhan when I remind her so. Dah jadi macam mak-mak pulak aku nak ingatkan orang makan sayur. Tapi aku takdelah like "Hei, did you have your portion of vegetables today? No? Now eat!!!". Takde la aku Hitler macam tu. Aku cuma beli buah and sayur and ajak dia makan. Kalau dia terima, aku bagi lebih sikit. Kalau taknak, aku takde la paksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari pemerhatian aku, the larger friend bukan tak makan sayur or buah, she just find the taste or deep fried foods more fascinating and more delicious. Plus, it's easily available, and with student budget like we already knew, she's rather spend the money or something more affordable or something she can get in bigger portion but cheaper. And the Way (that's capital W, note that, okay) we consume our foods counts too. I make sure my meals consist of colours. Ada hijau, ada merah, ada coklat. Then I know my meal is balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fRDpmpSU3Q/TWBAbfHPhWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7_9LZIyJcis/s1600/nasi-ayam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fRDpmpSU3Q/TWBAbfHPhWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7_9LZIyJcis/s320/nasi-ayam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogresipi.com/2009/07/09/nasi-ayam-jus-avokado/"&gt;photo from here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu contoh jelah. Puas aku carik gambo balanced meal versi tempatan yang ada sayur sawi tumis dengan lauk ikan selar goreng kat internet tapi kuarnye semua gambo western food. Baiklah. Aku tunjuk jugak contoh Western food yang balanced. Karang mana tau ada antara kamu-kamu yang lurus bendul and fikir nasik ayam saja balanced meal yang kita boleh makan. Karang cakap healthy lifestyle ni boring pulak, dak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJesGDDWxXE/TWByXqNkxNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PNa6JKwm5W8/s1600/sf-moma-abstract-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yJesGDDWxXE/TWByXqNkxNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PNa6JKwm5W8/s320/sf-moma-abstract-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katiesnestingspot.com/"&gt;photo from here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unidentified brown thing at the corner of the plate kamu boleh tukar jadi lambchop ke, chicken chop ke, even cheese burger. Just make sure kena ada sayur je. Ingat-ingatlah kita ni omnivor, kena makan both haiwan and tumbuhan, so strive to have both on every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big misconception of eating the thin way is that we ate ONLY vegetables and avoid all kinds of dressings and whatnot. Wrong. A little bit of fat makes your body easier to absorb whatever nutrients the foods are containing, so memang kena ada oil and fat. Jangan letak lebih-lebih sampai lebih dressing dari salad dah la.Aku pernah try jadi vegetarian selama sehari (sehari je mampu) tapi aku tak boleh sebab aku memang kena makan haiwan jugak. Apa kau ingat aku arnab ke nak mamah sayur hari-hari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another misconception is that we should totally avoid fast food. Wrong. You can eat them as long as jangan tiap-tiap hari. And don't take the carbonated drink that came with them. Amek ala-carte and beli jus buah and beli salad to go with them. Now that McD burgers don't look so unhealthy now, kan? Ataupun ko pergi Pizza Hut or Kenny Rogers. These two outlets ada serve salad. Masa order side dish utk Kenny Rogers, boleh order tiga jenis kan? Amek la satu buah and satu salad. Satu lagi tu bolehla korang nk order something yang berlemak or tinggi kandungan garam dan gula. Nak lepas giaaannnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku makan&amp;nbsp;deep-fried food. Itu adalah syurga dunia, deep-fried food. Tapi konsep dia satu je: ko mesti make sure ada plenty of veges and fruits dalam meal ko. And make fish your choice over other type of haiwan. Aku tak suka ayam sebenarnya so aku memang makan ikan tiap-tiap hari. And from my observation, orang makan ikan ni memang lebih kurus dari yang suka makan ayam. Tapi takdelah aku suruh kau avoid ayam sama sekali. It just a matter of choice. Aku tak suka ayam, tak bermakna aku tak makan ayam. Cumanya kalau ayam and ikan diserved together, aku cenderung untuk pilih ikan. Kalau takde pilihan, aku belasah la ayam tu. I can't be vegetarian, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya banyak aku bebel atas tu, kesimpulannya:&lt;br /&gt;1. ko kena makan tumbuhan. Boleh makan fast food tapi kena ada sayur. Sayur dalam McChicken tu ngelat ye. Ko kena tambah lagi sayur ko sampai ko boleh kenyang dengan sayur je. Serius.&lt;br /&gt;2. make sure portion ko sederhana, enough to&amp;nbsp;dispel your hunger tapi takde membuat kau kenyang sampai nak muntah balik. That means ko boleh makan apa saja kau nak, tapi berpada-pada. Nak cheese cake? Silakan. Tapi makan satu slice. Nak coklat? Silakan. Makan satu bar kecik tu. Nak kentang goreng? Boleh. Nak double cheese burger? BigMac? KFC? Pizza? Semua boleh asal ko makan seminggu sekali.&amp;nbsp;Makan ni kena enjoy. Jangan tahan diri kau dari something yang kau suka just because the media said its unhealthy. The key is moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak la susah beno, aku rasa. Kalau kamu rasa jeles sebab aku makan semua benda tapi still kurus, ini aku dah share secret aku. Tak la impressive mana, kan? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-959547961252886419?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/959547961252886419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=959547961252886419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/959547961252886419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/959547961252886419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-thin-way.html' title='Eat. The Thin Way'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--fRDpmpSU3Q/TWBAbfHPhWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7_9LZIyJcis/s72-c/nasi-ayam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6766355265400095357</id><published>2011-02-20T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:51:44.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minah Leleh</title><content type='html'>Aku suka jadi perempuan. Bila kita menangis masa tengok filem yang touching-touching, nobody will think we are being weird. They'd just think we are being... woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cakap macam ni pasal tadi I was watching an animation film tajuk "Princess and the Frog". Aku ni kalau pasal haiwan memang senang mengalir air mata sikit. Tak kiralah haiwan tu kartun ke tak. Memang semua aku bantai melalak kalau cerita sedih. Masa tengah srot sret srot sret kesat hingus kat tisu, husband pandang aku quizzically and asked "Apsal nangis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sedih pasal kelip-kelip tu mati,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was like... -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bila kelip-kelip tu mati memang sedih apa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6766355265400095357?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6766355265400095357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6766355265400095357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6766355265400095357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6766355265400095357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/02/minah-leleh.html' title='Minah Leleh'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2763187492591852443</id><published>2011-02-14T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:39:11.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku tak celebrate Valentine pasal aku tak ingat tarikh</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Bagi aku, 14 Februari sama macam other random dates dalam kalendar Masihi: 3 October, 29 Januari, 1 April... Semuanya takde signifikan. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;It's just a date.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Aku realize hari ni Valentine pun bila aku baca blog orang (di pejabat. Yes yes aku bukan pekerja contoh) and masing-masing bercerita pasal Valentine. Rata-rata entry semua sama, sama ada:&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;1. Mereka pro-Valentine&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;2. Mereka anti-Valentine&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;lame lame lame.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Aku tak paham apa obsesif sangat dengan tarikh ni. Bukannya public holiday pun.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;IT'S. JUST. A. DATE. Get over it, people.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;TABLE id=confidentialsignimg&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD NAMO_LOCK&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="cid:QKNMBDIFBEI0@namo.co.kr" width=520 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2763187492591852443?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2763187492591852443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2763187492591852443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2763187492591852443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2763187492591852443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/02/aku-tak-celebrate-valentine-pasal-aku.html' title='Aku tak celebrate Valentine pasal aku tak ingat tarikh'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2337726257521625538</id><published>2011-01-28T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:15:41.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Miza. Grow Up Plis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Rasa macam takde life hari ni bila aku blog hopping and stranded kat &lt;A href="http://kacangberangan.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog budak 16 tahun&lt;/A&gt;. And find myself enjoying her blog.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Budak sekolah kot! Maybe aku suka blog dia sebab dia &lt;STRONG&gt;tak &lt;/STRONG&gt;taip blog dia macam ni:&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;HaRi NieW KiteW jumPa cikGu SaadAh YanG GAwanG Gilerrr tue. KitEw tuck Ciap Keja Skolah sebab kiTew Bodow~~.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Instead she typed her blog properly and idea-idea dia quite bagus jugak. Kalau ada gambar bajet comel tu dimaafkan sebab dia berlagak seiring dengan umur dia. Haha. Dia letak gambar dia bersebab. Dia jual tudung. Yes, mang. 16 and got her own income. In a way, ini buatkan aku respek dia. And dia sendiri kutuk budak-budak yang taip macam kat atas tu. (She call it &lt;EM&gt;wempit&lt;/EM&gt;. Whatever that means la dik.) which in my book means dia ni sensible and ada IQ tinggi. (Seriously, only retarded people spells like retarded, no?)&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Aku buat blog review ni dia tak tau. And dia tak bayar, and aku tak kenal dia in my whole life. I don't even leave my comments in her blog sebab aku memang kedekut komen. LOL. But a good blog deserve a review. Kalau korang&amp;nbsp;singgah sana&amp;nbsp;and fikir "Eh, biasa je blog dia. Sama macam blog lain yang aku jumpa." Yes, memang blog dia biasa, tapi consider umur dia, and tengok cara dia tulis blog tu. Aku rasa similar dengan budak&amp;nbsp;umur universiti&amp;nbsp;kot. Senang cerita matured lah. Susah beno nak explain.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Bila baca blog tu rasa sebaya dia pulak. Tapi aku memang muda lagi pun. Tah bila nak grow up tak tau la. LOL. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Rasa nak sepak...&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;TABLE id=confidentialsignimg&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD NAMO_LOCK&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="cid:QKNMBDIFBEI0@namo.co.kr" width=520 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2337726257521625538?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2337726257521625538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2337726257521625538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2337726257521625538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2337726257521625538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/eh-miza-grow-up-plis.html' title='Eh, Miza. Grow Up Plis!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-628495787952366310</id><published>2011-01-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:51:02.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sakit Poyo</title><content type='html'>Lepas seminggu demam, hari ni baru baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bukan demam seminggu terus menerus tu. Tapi demam kebah demam kebah selama seminggu. Bergilir-gilir pulak dengan suami tu. Mula-mula dia demam and batuk-batuk. Then esok dia ok, tapi turn aku pulak demam - berjangkit dari dia la tu. Tu la sapa suruh menggatal nak cium dia time dia demam-demam tu. Bila aku sihat, dia sambung demam balik. And the vicious circle berulang-ulang sepanjang minggu ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni alhamdulillah dua-dua sihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila fikirkan balik jarang aku sakit lama-lama macam ni. Dulu time 5 tahun aku study kt Tronoh dulu, rasa ada dalam sekali aku demam kuat sampai muntah-muntah. Itu pun sehari tu je. Lepas muntah, demam aku kebah then aku kembali steady seperti sedia kala. Menakjubkan sungguh. Padahal kalau nak ikutkan tentulah antibodi aku lebih lemah sebab makan tak tentu. Makan ikut keadaan - kalau ada duit, makanla. Kalau takde, duduk la diam-diam. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat aku mak aku kata "Mak doakan kau sihat-sihat je duduk jauh dari mak ni," sebab dia tau aku ni cepat 'cembeng' masa sakit. Doa mak agaknya, tu yang aku sihat walafiat je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah ada orang nak ambil berat selain mak aku, barulah 'the spell is broken' and sakit datang semula.Seronok wei masa sakit ada orang pegang dahi malam-malam. Hihi &amp;lt;--mengada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang best bila dia demam and aku bangun malam-malam untuk jaga dia and aku terfikir "wow aku dah jadi bini orang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha macam poyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-628495787952366310?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/628495787952366310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=628495787952366310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/628495787952366310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/628495787952366310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/sakit-poyo.html' title='Sakit Poyo'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7962597743842229571</id><published>2011-01-22T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T03:12:01.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Budak Sekarang Spoilt Brat!</title><content type='html'>Tadi aku re-read old newspaper (aku ada habit pelik, yakni aku tak suka baca today's newspaper for the latest news. I like to read old newspaper for the history - sebab tu aku tak suka Harian Metro because the historical element is zilch) pasal keputusan PMR yang keluar pada 23 Disember 2010 tu. And aku ter-reminiscent zaman aku PMR dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got flying colours in my PMR result and was offered to go to a better academic institution for SPM years. I don't remembered I was given any presents from my parents due to during that time we were a bit pokai. But despite my young age, I think I'm quite matured and accept that well, and &amp;nbsp;I was cool about that. I received lots of incentives from various companies though. I made my first thousand when I was 15 by just having good result! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;colleague's son got 3A's&amp;nbsp;and he gave his son a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila lah. 3A je kot. Hadiah macam dapat 31A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't say that because I'm jealous. Honestly , I don't believe in rewarding your kids for being average. When I was 12, I was promised a trip to Singapore if I got 5A's. Instead I got merely 4A's and so I got nothing. With my parents, it's all or nothing. Simple as that. I will only get something only when I'm the best in the bunch. Hell, aku dapat nombor 2 masa darjah 2 and aku tak dapat apa-apa tau! Aku cuma dapat hadiah dari sekolah. Aku tak grow up jadi bitter dengan parents aku la pulak. Cuma aku grow up believing I will only be rewarded when I truly deserve it. So bila aku betul-betul the best, aku rasa aku appreciate sangat-sangat hadiah yang aku dapat because I actually work hard for it. I EARN that shit. I OWN it. Aku puas hati dapat hadiah tu walaupun hadiah tu biasa-biasa je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one day if I actually be parent, I hope I will be a conservative parent. Aku takkan melenting kalau cikgu denda, marah or rotan anak aku. Please la, kalau cikgu tu marah, for sure puncanya anak aku. Takde dia sesaja nak pukul anak orang unless it's really necessary. Sebab tu aku kesian dengan cikgu sekarang yang tak boleh nk buat kerja diorang sebab terlalu banyak interference dari parents yang manjakan anak tak bertempat. Anak dia gangster pukul cikgu so the cikgu rotan anak dia. Then dia (the parents) datang gang up pergi maki cikgu tu. What the hell man? You are setting up a wrong example here. Your kids will grow up thinking what he did is correct and all his crime will go unpunished because they got their gangster parents' support. Lepas tu boleh pulak terkejut anak ko jadi mat rempit and bohsia. You raised a spoilt brat, you got a spoilt brat! Apa yang kau tak paham dalam equation tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada adik kecik still going to school. Mak abah aku have to actually convince the teacher to rotan my younger siblings if they misbehave in school. Kenapa? Sebab cikgu kat sekolah adik aku tu pernah kena serang dengan parents because diorang rotan sorang budak ni. Cikgu sekolah tu takut dah nak buat apa-apa. By the way, budak tu kena rotan sebab dia ponteng sekolah. Bodoh betul. Dah terang-terang salah anak kau, yang kau pergi serang cikgu buat apa. Aku dulu kena teruk dengan cikgu then aku mengadu kat mak aku. Mak aku padan muka kan aku je. Dia kata kalau aku tak salah, takde cikgu nak buat macam tu. Since then aku faham, every action yang aku buat, akan ada reaction. Eh, ini pun hukum fizik la. Ini common sense. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to understand this. And after that incident, I grew to respect the teacher more sebab aku tau mak bapak aku back up cikgu aku. Aku? Aku takde back up. Kalau aku salah, aku kena tanggung. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa kita kena back to basic la. Ajar anak kau what is right, what is wrong. What is right will be rewarded and what is wrong will be punished. Ajar anak tu bertanggungjawab with his actions. Ajar anak kau common sense. Kalau cikgu tu memang kurang ajar in the first place and don't deserve your respect (I know a growing number of this breed also), then at least ajar anak kau to respect them &amp;nbsp;as orang lebih tua kalau tak dapat nak respect as cikgu. And kau kena ingat, anak kau lebam sekarang for his fault, that will make them stronger in character. What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger la. Jangan cepat melenting and work with the teacher. Baru la boleh gebang pasal membina masyarakat madani gagah berani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7962597743842229571?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7962597743842229571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7962597743842229571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7962597743842229571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7962597743842229571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/budak-sekarang-spoilt-brat.html' title='Budak Sekarang Spoilt Brat!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5379837115806415005</id><published>2011-01-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:08:51.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>At last, the exact song to describe my feelings</title><content type='html'>Kalau orang malas nak post entry tapi still menggatal nak post, diorang akan post apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, diorang akan post lagu. Only that this song describes EXACTLY what I want to say tapi tak tercakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Yi_53lAd2K4" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is there anything that can make you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what to say to make it better,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing you like this, down and hurt so badly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you have been so kept together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this time I thought that you didn't need me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I've gone from you and now you tell me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C/O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in love but that's not what it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those time that pass by and now you're telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You miss me, boy why couldn't I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart don't agree with what you're telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were nonchalant, strong and unaffected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you never wanted me to be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never saw your heart, that's how close you kept it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So right now I'm so unsure how to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this time I thought you didn't need me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I've gone from you and now you tell me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C/O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in love but that's not what it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those time that pass by and now you're telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You miss me, boy why couldn't I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart don't agree with what you're telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C/O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in love but that's not what it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those time that pass by and now you're telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You miss me, boy why couldn't I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart don't agree with what you're telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No attention was given,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No affection from you to heal the hurts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was hoping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was wishing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to listen and hear those words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C/O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in love but that's not what it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those time that pass by and now you're telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You miss me, boy why couldn't I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart don't agree with what you're telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C/O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're in love but that's not what it was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those time that pass by and now you're telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You miss me, boy why couldn't I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my heart don't agree with what you're telling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5379837115806415005?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5379837115806415005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5379837115806415005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5379837115806415005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5379837115806415005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-last-exact-song-to-describe-my.html' title='At last, the exact song to describe my feelings'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Yi_53lAd2K4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5716893145949126224</id><published>2011-01-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:12:47.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><title type='text'>Apa Rasa Jadi Cantik Kacukan Cina-Pakistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The line taken from 'Senyum', obviously.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously folks, what does it feels to be utterly, stunningly gorgeous? I, as the average-looking girl always wonder about this. What does it feels when you are slim, tall, fair, with flawless skin, big round eyes, evenly-proportioned boobs and butts and gorgeous healthy long hair. What does it feels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in my university years, there was this one girl who was quite famous in my class for she was really pretty. Think about the description I wrote above, that would aptly describe her gorgeousness. So during one session of public speaking, one of my classmate chose the topic 'Beauty'. It's about how beauty is perceived from many cultures in the world. Her speech was interesting until she asked the audience, would we considered plastic surgery to enhance our appearance? Since most of us in the class was Muslim, most of the answers were "No"s. But when come to this gorgeous girl's turn, she said "Yes, if my religion permits me, I would consider plastic surgery. Call me vain, but I think I need some help in some areas". Not surprisingly we were surprise to hear that as we thought "What else did she need? She's already perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vivagoal.com/images/wallpapers/megan_fox_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.vivagoal.com/images/wallpapers/megan_fox_07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apa perasaan jadi Megan Fox?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you perfect persons still see yourself as ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think because I really interested to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5716893145949126224?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5716893145949126224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5716893145949126224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5716893145949126224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5716893145949126224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/apa-rasa-jadi-cantik-kacukan-cina.html' title='Apa Rasa Jadi Cantik Kacukan Cina-Pakistan'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5965567501777714785</id><published>2011-01-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:17:42.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Obsessed with FB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously people, lay it off for a while. I promise you wont die if you dont log on for a day...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failbook.failblog.org/2011/01/13/funny-facebook-fails-facebook-is-becoming-the-internet/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Are We Obsessed with Facebook?" class="event-item-lol-image" height="1115px" src="http://cheezfailbooking.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/085dcaa7-6793-4dad-bab2-e419387be376.jpg" title="Are We Obsessed with Facebook?" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failbook.failblog.org/"&gt;Failbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://failbook.failblog.org/2011/01/13/funny-facebook-fails-facebook-is-becoming-the-internet/"&gt;failbook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5965567501777714785?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5965567501777714785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5965567501777714785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5965567501777714785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5965567501777714785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/obsessed-with-fb.html' title='Obsessed with FB?'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7003505115669307641</id><published>2011-01-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:30:42.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Figure From My Past Part #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Figure from my past and how I remembered them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I was a young girl, my mom thinks it would be cool if she let me learn to be independent at such a young age. So when I was 12, my dad stopped sending me to anywhere and picking me up from anywhere. If I want to go somewhere, I will take the bus, and if I want to go back, I also have to ride the bus. My dad won't pick me up unless if I miss the last bus (the last bus in Batu Kikir was &lt;i&gt;(still is)&lt;/i&gt; 6.45pm). But for that, I had to pit my courage to wait for him because he will only pick me up at a later hour &lt;i&gt;(say, one to two hours later)&lt;/i&gt;. By that time it was nearly dark and it's quite scary to wait for him in the dark. For that reason, I become quite familiar with the bus schedule because I need to plan when I need to make my move so that I won't miss the last bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;At this age, it was considered 'cool' to hang out with friends in Bahau, so I constantly go there to waste my time (haha). There was this one bus conductor for Bahau destination who was quite famous among us. He looks exactly like, totally like Negeri Sembilan MB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJrp0IfE8mE/S2sOUik_QwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NeaFSHJc1U4/s320/mb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJrp0IfE8mE/S2sOUik_QwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NeaFSHJc1U4/s320/mb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MB Negeri Sembilan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I guess he knew it too because as opposed to his colleague who wears the company uniform, jeans and converse shoes to sell tickets, he wore long-sleeved silk &lt;b&gt;Batik&lt;/b&gt; shirt, finely pressed long pants and shiny black leather shoes. In short, he looked like a VIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He walked and talked like he was an important person and he really liked to impress us. He was multi-languange person (&lt;i&gt;he can speak Malay, Tamil, Mandarin and English - all fluently and a bit of Javanese dialect) &lt;/i&gt;so when the passenger was non-Malay, he will speak &lt;i&gt;(loudly, so everybody in the bus could hear him speaking foreign language)&lt;/i&gt; in their mother-tongue. He was a little obsessed with his handphone. At that time Nokia 3315 was the height of fashion and he got himself one of those too. He would constantly fiddling with his phone and make quite a show if he got incoming messages. Like, bangga gila ada orang message dengan dia. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If he got incoming call, he will be much more annoying. As he liked to impress us, he will set his ring tone to be at the loudest level (aku rasa kalau ada level 500, dia akan set ring tone tu jadi level 500) and he will wait for as long as possible to make sure everyone of us knew he got incoming call before he &lt;i&gt;(finally)&lt;/i&gt; pick up the call.&amp;nbsp;We were too polite to show any negative reactions towards him so we have to endure his antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The last time I saw him was when I was 16. I no longer attend SMK Batu Kikir as I was transferred to MRSM Jasin.That was like &lt;i&gt;(kira-kira)&lt;/i&gt; 9 years since I last saw him. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wonder how he is&amp;nbsp; doing right now. Is he still the bus conductor? Has he been promoted? 9 years is a very long time to stay as a bus conductor. &lt;i&gt;(Tak taula if that job is a dead-end job. Once a bus conductor, always a bus conductor thingy).&lt;/i&gt; Or has he quit the job altogether and started something big &lt;i&gt;(as big as his talk)&lt;/i&gt; or did he stays the same -&amp;nbsp; all talk no action? I have no interest to find out. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But if you did ride the Bahau-Batu Kikir-Kuala Pilah-Seremban bus &lt;i&gt;(the red bus)&lt;/i&gt; and you happen to meet this guy, send my regards to him. Tell him, he's prominent enough in my childhood that I actually wrote a blog entry about him. He must be so proud he will let everybody knows about it. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7003505115669307641?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7003505115669307641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7003505115669307641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7003505115669307641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7003505115669307641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/figure-from-my-past-part-1.html' title='Figure From My Past Part #1'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJrp0IfE8mE/S2sOUik_QwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NeaFSHJc1U4/s72-c/mb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6727303219580231001</id><published>2011-01-11T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:57:45.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kecewa Betul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sebenarnya kan, bila aku baca blog yang aku suka, aku akan baca komen-komen untuk blog tu. Kalau aku rasa komen tu menarik, aku akan klik link dia dan berharap link tu akan bawak aku ke blog orang yang komen tadi. Dan aku berharap blog orang yg komen tu semenarik komen dia kat blog yang pertama tadi tu.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Tapi kecewa betul sebab blog diorang tak berapa best. I mean, kalau korang &lt;STRONG&gt;just&lt;/STRONG&gt; nak baca pasal diorang pergi Ikea dan tak beli apa-apa, just ambik gambar kat situ je, or ambik gambar diri sendiri or gambar kaki sendiri (ini serius aku tak faham), then cerita diorang buat something yang tak signifikan hari tu, okla, menarik la. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Then lepas tu aku terfikir, apa perasaan orang yang klink link aku masa aku tinggalkan komen kat blog-blog menarik tadi then smpai kat blog aku yang.... sampah ni. Hahaha...&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Sure derang kecewa gak. Hahaha...&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(Sebab tu aku jarang tinggalkan komen. Aku komen kat blog kawan-kawan yang kenal aku in real life je. Kekeke)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;TABLE id=confidentialsignimg&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD NAMO_LOCK&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="cid:QKNMBDIFBEI0@namo.co.kr" width=520 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6727303219580231001?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6727303219580231001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6727303219580231001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6727303219580231001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6727303219580231001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/kecewa-betul.html' title='Kecewa Betul...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-244525848652136958</id><published>2011-01-10T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:43:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perihal Kerja</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;!--SP:miza.norizan--&gt;8am - 9.30am - Selesaikan kerja pending last week, planning job untuk tiga shift&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;9.30am - 10.00am - Plan production untuk shift malam&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;10.00am - 10.30am - Material request untuk shift malam&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;10.30am - &amp;nbsp; 11.00am - Plan production untuk shift siang esok&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;11.00am - 11.30am - Material request untuk shift siang esok&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;11.30am - 12.00pm - Clearkan system, trouble shoot etc&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Hari ni aku berjaya habiskan kerja aku dalam masa separuh hari. Aku sangat kagum dengan diri aku sebab masa mula-mula aku masuk department ni, aku perlukan setengah hari untuk siapkan satu shift production plan. Kiranya dari pagi sampai pukul 12tengahhari, aku siapkan plan untuk shift malam je. Then after lunch pulak plan untuk siang esok pulak. Sebab tu dulu department aku ada baaaaanyak system pending sebab aku terlalu tumpukan perhatian pada plan dan bukan housekeeping. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Bulan pertama, aku hadapi masalah nak control Service Department (SVC) yang by far, mereka sendiri tak tau macam mana nak control department sendiri. Then after learnt my lesson, the next month aku bina sistem sendiri untuk control SVC and Alhamdulillah, sistem yang aku buat tu bukan saja boleh lancarkan kerja aku, malah menyelamatkan bontot aku (save my ass) dari management department lain yang asyik nak menunding jari cari kesalahan orang. Tapi even though aku dah boleh control satu aspek, aspek housekeeping aku still terrible (ini aku mengaku sendiri). &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Jadi after aku learnt my lesson untuk bulan kedua ni, aku carik jalan macam mana nak improve housekeeping data aku. Jadi aku tanya budak-budak aku dan boss aku macam mana planner sebelum ni control housekeeping data. Dari input diorang, aku buat satu sistem yang aku sekalikan dengan sistem yang pertama tadi so that sistem tu bukan saja nak control data, malah housekeeping terus. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Tapi silap aku ialah aku housekeeping by weekly, which means dalam masa seminggu data tu in and out, mesti ada miss out yang akhirnya bila accumulate, pening kepala jugak aku nak closing akhir bulan tu. Last-last aku improve lagi dengan daily data upkeep. Kira bila ada input baru, aku terus letak dalam sistem aku so that takde dakwa dakwi lagi. Aku rasa by far, sistem ni ok sebab semua orang just guna satu file je untuk tau status information and production diorang.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;And sekarang, dalam bulan ni aku managed untuk siapkan key jobscope aku before lunch. Housekeeping aku buat after lunch. Data pulak aku buat untuk yang senang aku faham dan tak ikut ex-planner buat dulu sebab of course dia faham cara dia, tapi aku tak boleh ikut sebab aku rasa cara dia advance sgt.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Aku punya leceh sikit dan banyak manual tapi insyaAllah aku rasa mine has better trackability. Kira kalau kau mess up, aku boleh detect kt mana yang silap by one glance. Alhamdulillah lah. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Kerja kat department baru lebih tenang and relax and boss baru tak pandang 'slek' kalau aku balik awal sebab dia pun jenis balik awal jugak. Wakaka. Tak macam department lama, aku dapat rasakan appraisal aku dapat markah lebih teruk everytime boss lama aku nampak aku balik awal. Lepas tu nak justified appraisal yang teruk, dia bagi aku buat report pelik-pelik yang bila fikir balik, sebenarnya tak perlu pun. Saja suruh aku buat report pelik sebab nak kenakan aku. So before kau kenakan aku, better aku blah aje. &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Bila kenangkan balik, sakit hati je so better aku lupakan aje. Lagipun sebenarnya bila fikir balik, kalau aku tak join department lama, sure MS Excel aku tak se'advance' sekarang and sebab dari ilmu yang aku dapat dari department lama, it helped me a lot dengan sistem baru yang aku buat ni.&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Kesimpulan cerita aku ni?&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;Takde kesimpulan. Aku just tulis blog sebab nak habiskan masa terluang&amp;nbsp;sebab&amp;nbsp;kerja aku dah habis ni. LOL!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;TABLE id=confidentialsignimg&gt;  &lt;TBODY&gt;  &lt;TR&gt;  &lt;TD NAMO_LOCK&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="cid:QKNMBDIFBEI0@namo.co.kr" width=520 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-244525848652136958?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/244525848652136958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=244525848652136958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/244525848652136958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/244525848652136958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/perihal-kerja.html' title='Perihal Kerja'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1826797653848524015</id><published>2011-01-08T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T19:05:28.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Bila Aku Kaya...</title><content type='html'>Aku nak beli Volkwagen Beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warna hijau terang and bertinted gelap. Fun and mysterious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba-tiba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka hati aku lah nak berangan...!&lt;br /&gt;Haih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1826797653848524015?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1826797653848524015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1826797653848524015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1826797653848524015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1826797653848524015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2011/01/bila-aku-kaya.html' title='Bila Aku Kaya...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-9057987024737499726</id><published>2011-01-04T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:45:31.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasihat dari orang yang dah kawen lama sikit kepada orang baru kawen</title><content type='html'>One of my colleague yang akan melangsungkan perkahwinan in a few  months from now tanya aku "Apa yang kau buat lepas kawin yang masa belum  kawin kau tak pernah buat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala otak aku automatically terfikir cerita 18sx. Like natural lah kalau  orang cerita pasal kawin, nak ingat pasal apa lagi (hahaha). Then  agaknya dia tengok ekspresi muka aku yang hampir stim tu (sebab  teringat Incik Suami (hahaha, lagi sekali)), dia rephrase soalan dia,  "Okay, selain 'itu', apa yang kau buat lepas kawin yang masa belum kawen  kau tak pernah buat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi untuk soalan itu, jawapannya adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cook a decent meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu masa belum kawen, aku ego sikit. Konon-konon tak nak tolong mak  masak pasal aku ingat aku dah pandai masak. Aku dekat dapur bukan  exactly masak pun. Aku just perhatikan mak aku masak saje. And oleh  sebab mak aku masak nampak senang dan simple, so aku conclude yang  memasak ni memang senang dan simple. Tak payah belajar pun tak pe, aku  boleh buat punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a first few month after marriage and aku memasak untuk Incik  Suami, banyak benar masakan aku yang tak menjadi. I'm very hard on  myself. I'm a good judge. Kalau benda tu tak sedap, aku cakap tak sedap,  even for foods yang aku masak sendiri. Aku tak berat sebelah punya,  komen aku adalah jujur, adil dan saksama. (That's why I think I will be a  better judge than judges yang dalam AF tu). All the foods yang aku  masak mesti ada yang hangus, terlebih masin atau terkurang cili. In  short, masakan aku tak cukup rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku bertuah suami aku ni sangat menjaga hati punya orang.  Masakan aku hangus, dia tak peleceh kata "Apa hangus awak masak ni?".  Yang masin dia tak kata masin, yang kurang cili dia tak kata kurang  cili. Dia cakap "Lain kali kecikkan api bila masak." atau "Kalau garam  kurang sikit, then lagi sedap" atau "ok lah macam ni. Tak pedas sangat".  (tapi aku masak sambal kot masa tu. Apa nama sambal kalau tak pedas?  yes, bukan sambal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way komen-komen dia yang macam tu memang menaikkan semangat aku  untuk cuba improve masakan aku supaya boleh sampai satu tahap dia  akan kata "Sedaplah". Dan dari orang yang menggigil masuk dapur sebab  tak tau nak buat apa, sekarang aku dah steady. Dulu aku nak masak buat  dua lauk utk dia ambik masa dua jam, sekarang dalam 20 minit dah boleh  siap. In short, I can see myself improving already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until last week, dalam tiga hari berturut-turut aku masak, and terima  satu komen berharga dari dia: "Sukses"&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertama aku masak mee tomyam. Dia habiskan satu periuk sekali  hadap. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kedua aku buat karipap ayam. Pun dia makan banyak jugak. (Tapi  yang ini, even aku pun rasa aku buat karipap sedap. At least lagi sedap  dari yang aku selalu beli tu. Maybe sama rasa macam karipap Ikea. Oh,  taknak kalah! Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ketiga aku buat kueyteow goreng chinese style. Ini ikut resepi  dalam buku yang Amanda bagi untuk hadiah kawin aku dulu. And yang  ini pun dia habiskan sekali sental jugak. Kembang hati aku. Oh, no  picture, sorry. Aku belum cukup pro untuk ambik gambar masa masak. Nanti  lauk hangus. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa aku call mak aku untuk guidance, dia cakap "Eh, ini along ke?  Betul ke along rajin masak ni? Tak percaya rasanya". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurang asam punya mak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next recipe I want to try:&lt;br /&gt;1. Simple no bake cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;3. Nasi ayam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nutriweb.org.my/general/calories/images/recipe_001.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.nutriweb.org.my/general/calories/images/recipe_001.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nak nasi ayam macam ni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try yang senang-senang dulu, bagi confidence level naik. Then baru  try yang complicated pulak. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I would like to remind all young girls who are about  to get married, please, kalau mak korang ajak korang masuk dapur and nak  ajar korang masak, sila dengar cakap mak korang. Even though you think  you know how to cook something, theory is NEVER the same with practical.  And kalau bodoh sangat memang takde talent nak masak, at least learn to  cook this few fool proof dishes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singgang/ Pindang&lt;br /&gt;2. Ikan bakar cicah air asam&lt;br /&gt;3. Tomyam&lt;br /&gt;4. Asam pedas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it fool proof dishes sebab semua masakan tu sangat senang dan  tak ada reason masakan tu jadi tak sedap. Even kalau kau tak reti masak,  at least masakan ni tetap akan menjadi. Tapi jangan la 10 tahun kawen,  balik-balik empat lauk ni je la yang kau recycle. Memang ada can nak  kena madu la macam tu. Empat lauk ni kira just nak bagi ada konfiden  bila masak. Dalam masa yang sama, try-try la belajar masakan lain. Sure  boleh punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, aku tengah tambah portfolio masakan aku, apa lagi yang aku  nak try masak lepas ni.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik suami jenis suka makan. 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Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1964575132828253631?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1964575132828253631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1964575132828253631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1964575132828253631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1964575132828253631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/12/selamat-tahun-satu.html' title='Selamat Tahun Satu'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-3625171604426549669</id><published>2010-11-05T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T19:00:38.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Random Things Are Random</title><content type='html'>My mom called me today and asked me to phone my auntie because "It's been long time since you last call her. She thinks you forget her already, oh, and she sulks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie is cute like that sometimes. I will call her tonight. But I just have to be prepared for her (anticipated) questions, "When will I become a grandma?". Sigh, sometimes things like THIS makes me hard to stay connected with relatives. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Deepavali. Husband stays home today. Then he decides to become all snuggly and lovey dovey. I'm surfing the net and he's napping right beside me so that he can 'park' his hands around my waist in a half-embrace form. I tried to shifted away from him but he keeps on 'following' me. When I kiss his forehead, he smiles in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did the laundry too. Remember the ads about Red Downy fabric softener which claims they smells like perfume? They do. And I'm very happy to hang my freshly laundered clothes in the balcony and the fragrance&amp;nbsp;traveled&amp;nbsp;all over the house. Now the whole house smells really nice. No need to use air freshener! Little things that makes you happy sometimes... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've transfered department since last Monday. I'm having mixed feeling, really. But on the whole, I think it's the best career move I did because the previous HOD just so bias, I certainly cannot make a career progress as long as I'm still under her. I still pray for the best. My mom give me her blessings. I don't know how to say it, but with her verbally bless me, I can feel more motivated to do whatever I'm set to do. Must be that psychology thingy kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The most random post ever. Wow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-3625171604426549669?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/3625171604426549669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=3625171604426549669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3625171604426549669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3625171604426549669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-things-are-random.html' title='Random Things Are Random'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6001381442068081623</id><published>2010-11-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:02:10.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Cost More Than You Realise</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I cried watching this video. Maybe this one nasyid versi rock?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7wN04nYCJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7wN04nYCJA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6001381442068081623?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6001381442068081623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6001381442068081623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6001381442068081623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6001381442068081623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-cost-more-than-you-realise.html' title='Something Cost More Than You Realise'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2156661274148234421</id><published>2010-10-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:05:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilmu Pelaris</title><content type='html'>Korang percaya ilmu pelaris? Konon-konon peniaga yang nak perniagaan laris akan buat some sort of ritual yang untuk kasi perniagaan dia laris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni, nak kata percaya, tak la jugak. Tapi kalau nak kata tak percaya, aku pernah alami sendiri. No, aku takde la nampak monyet menari atas meja or lembaga makan sisa makanan kat belakang kedai or any stories yang seram-seram macam tu. Tapi aku pernah alami sendiri pengalaman aku tak nampak kedai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masa tu nak pergi Sentul melawat makcik aku kat sana. Masa tu dah sampai kawasan rumah dia pun, so aku cadang nak beli kuih-muih or buah-buahan untuk buah tangan. Ye la, takkan nak datang tangan kosong kan. Segan la sikit aku ni bukan student macam dulu lagi. (Dulu masa aku student and datang rumah dia bawak buah tangan, makcik aku kata tak perlu bawak buah tangan sebab aku lagi perlukan duit. Makcik aku baik. Siyes). So aku dengan suami jalan pelan-pelan and tengok kat tepi jalan kalau ada stall kuih sebab aku tau memang kat tempat yang aku lalu tu tempat orang jual kuih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pelik betul aku sebab takde orang jual kuih pun hari tu. Nak kata awal sangat, rasa-rasa dah pukul 4 or 5 petang camtu so memang orang tengah cari kuih untuk minum petang. Nak-nak masa tu hari Ahad, takkan diorang cuti jual kuih kot. Last-last aku nampak ada satuuuuu je stall yang bukak. Dia jual apam balik. Aku pun berenti situ untuk beli sebab takde pilihan lain lagi. Oleh sebab dia sorang je yang bukak kedai, so beratur la orang nk beli. Gerak hati aku pun rasa orang ramai kat situ bukan sebab sedap, tapi sebab takde pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.... once aku dah bayar apam balik dia and nak keluar dari kawasan tu, tiba-tiba, diulang... TIBA-TIBA aku perasan rupa-rupanya banyak gila stall jual kuih exactly kat tempat yang aku lalu tadi. And diorang jual macam-macam jenis kuih! Aku macam pelik gila and suami aku pun perasan, "Apsal tadi tak nampak pun? Kita lalu kot tempat ni tadi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, bukan setakat lalu, tapi lalu perlahan-lahan sambil tinjau-tinjau tau. Bukan lalu menonong tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..tiba-tiba rasa seram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cerita kat makcik aku pengalaman aku, and surprisingly, dia kata dia tak pelik pun aku datang bawak apam balik sebab dia tau memang aku pun dah 'terkena'. Terkena apa? Terkena pengalaman sama dengan orang yang baru datang. Aku ni kira orang baru datang la even though aku dah beratus kali pergi Sentul. Orang Sentul tau la tempat tu ramai orang jual kuih, tapi bagi orang yang baru datang, kami macam tak nampak pun stall jual kuih-kuih tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, gerak hati aku betul. Apam balik tu takde la special mana sampai orang kena beratur panjang nak beli. Tapi pelik kenapa nak beratur. Kami beratur nak beli sebab fikirkan takde pilihan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then banyak lagi cerita yang aku dengar kedai makan itu ada 'bela', kedai makan ni 'kenakan' kedai lagi satu, kedai itu pasang 'pelaris'... Ada satu kedai nasik lemak kat Shah Alam pun ada orang 'nampak' benda. Aku tak pernah makan kat kedai tu sebab aku rasa pelik makan nasik lemak waktu malam. Tapi kedai tu memang memanjang penuh. Tapi aku tak la seratus peratus&amp;nbsp; percaya sebab alah, orang melayu... Nampak kedai maju sikit terus fikir kedai tu ada bela. Fikir baik lah sikit. Maybe memang betul nasik lemak dia sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasik lemak Antarabangsa Kampung Baru aku rasa laku pasal strategi. Nasik lemak takla sedap mana. Kira OK la. Takde la sedap sampai aku mengigau-ngigau nak makan nasik lemak dia. Dia jual sebungkus 50sen. Dalam keadaan orang KL yang ramai perantau, sometimes towards end of month diorang takde duit nak makan nasik campur yang rata-rata harga RM5 ke atas. So nasik lemak 50 sen is the best option pada diorang. So itu pun aku tak rasa ada 'ilmu'. Itu lebih pada strategi and target audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana dengan Pak Li Kopitiam kat Shah Alam? Orang sanggup berdiri kat luar nak tunggu orang dalam kedai bangun dari meja. Itu aku rasa pasal sedap and murah. Siyes seh. Kalau singgah sila makan signature dish derang Nasik Ayam Lemon. Memang menjilat pinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab tu aku kata, nak percaya tak boleh. Tapi tak percaya, aku pernah alami sendiri. Terpulang pada korang. Nak makan tu baca Bismillah je lah. Nak buat macam mana kalau orang nak aniaya kita bukan kita tau pun. Berbaik sangka je la and baca doa apa patut before digging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2156661274148234421?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2156661274148234421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2156661274148234421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2156661274148234421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2156661274148234421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/10/ilmu-pelaris.html' title='Ilmu Pelaris'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4411601049380052596</id><published>2010-10-23T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:23:13.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premonition'/><title type='text'>Saya Ahlil Nujuuuummm...</title><content type='html'>Dulu aku selalu fikir aku ni ada sixth sense yang kuat. OK. Bukan rasa. Kadang-kadang memang betul sixth sense aku kuat. Macam aku &lt;a href="http://bilanenekmembebel.blog.friendster.com/2008/02/deja-vu/"&gt;mimpi aku masuk UTP masa aku umur 12 tahun&lt;/a&gt;. Padahal UTP belum wujud lagi kot time tu! And then aku dapat 'flash of thought' masa baca blog one friend pasal his latest GF. Aku terfikir "Tak lama diorang ni. Selalu buat hal la dia ni," then by some freaky incident, few months later aku dengar betul-betul derang dah break up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then masa aku first time jumpa boyfriend aku pun camtu gak (now husband). Mula-mula jumpa dia je aku terfikir "Gosh, ini ke suami aku?" padahal masa tu dah la baru first time jumpa kot, belum declare apa-apa pun. Meaning still member lagi la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ada lagi satu yang memang betul-betul freaky. Before the girls in 516 go on with our lives after SPM ended, we were to left a time bullet which contains our "letter" to our future self. Cute gila idea tu kan? LOL. So in the letter, I predict the future of each of the girls. Most of them turn out to be true. Sampai aku bila baca balik pun aku yang freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh opening cerita je pun tiga perenggan, tapi the point of this story is this: On our reunion with the girls in Melaka homestay, our host insist us to make a promise to ourselves that in 4years from now, we are to gain RM200k. This one I might or might not share in the blog, but the bottom line is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my very best to 'feel' it, but uncle, honestly I don't think so I can do that in 4 years. Here's what I "see": I will continue my life like this, until when I reach 30, my luck starts to change. I will have more cash to spend and better life style than ever before. And I will only fulfill the 200k promise on or after 35. That's like... in year 2020! Tapi masa tu sure rasa 200k macam... RM200 je. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the girls, Aishah will retire the earliest among us. And all will be truly happy and contented during our old time. Happy ending kan? Hidup ni memang a bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4411601049380052596?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4411601049380052596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4411601049380052596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4411601049380052596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4411601049380052596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/10/saya-ahlil-nujuuuummm.html' title='Saya Ahlil Nujuuuummm...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2972721810152059629</id><published>2010-10-16T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T09:00:02.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>2 days full of fun and laughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TLj3lx8OnZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DmVotjL6mIc/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TLj3lx8OnZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DmVotjL6mIc/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we are apart, we are elegant career woman on a mission to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are together, we are just a bunch of spastic kids having fun of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys. Really. (Padahal baru seminggu lepas jumpa korang je kot! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, you can read the details &lt;a href="http://eta3ka.blogspot.com/2010/10/ini-misi-kita.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Aja writes our chronicles beautifully! Still smiles when looking at the pictures. Hehehe... If you wnt to know where we stayed for the two-days getaway, heads to my FB. I am tagged to the AWESUMZ homestay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2972721810152059629?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2972721810152059629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2972721810152059629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2972721810152059629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2972721810152059629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/10/2-days-full-of-fun-and-laughter.html' title='2 days full of fun and laughter!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TLj3lx8OnZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DmVotjL6mIc/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5608452848110736763</id><published>2010-10-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:31:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melayu mudah tersinggung (insulted)</title><content type='html'>Actually I just read a news about a headmistress saying insulting things to her non-Muslim student because they ate in front of their fasting Muslim friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a story of long time ago and I just happen to read it now. Aku memang tak up-to-date&lt;br /&gt;=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I read it I was like WTF, takkan ni pun boleh jadi bahan nak insult bangsa lain? Now tell me, how many of you Muslims feel offended when non-Muslim eat in front of you when you are fasting? Tak kira la masa puasa Ramadhan ke, puasa enam ke, puasa ganti ke puasa sunat ke. Do you feel offended when they eat in front of you? Rasa macam bergoyang iman ke tengok mereka minum air sirap? Rasa macam derang tak menghormati kamu ke kalau derang makan depan kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku sesiapa yang rasa non-Muslim makan depan derang time derang tengah puasa as offending is stupid and ego-centric. Tolong la, tak termaktub dalam agama derang to stop themselves from eating during Ramadhan, so it's perfectly okay for them to eat. Aku tak nampak mana offending nya bila non-Muslim friends makan depan aku. Dah agama ko kata no need to fast, so no need to fast la. Takdenye la terliur aku setakat tengok derang makan biskut kering depan komputer masa buat keje. Takdenya la aku terasa nak bukak puasa bila tengok derang buat milo kat pantry. Takdenyela aku terasa bergegar iman tengok derang makan nasik lemak kat mini mart company tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite pity to them when they want to eat something but have to refrain from doing so as soon as they discover that one of the us Muslim staff is puasa enam. And when they start to apologize profusely to us, I have to reassure her that it is perfectly okay actually. No need to worry she is offending us because we are not feel offended. AT. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku, menghormati bulan puasa bagi non-Muslim &lt;b&gt;bukan&lt;/b&gt; bermakna derang kene join kita puasa sekali or kena makan sorok-sorok dari kita semua. Menghormati bulan puasa means ko pakai baju cukup kain and be understanding when the Muslim said they not able to do certain job that is too physically tasking because nanti derang akan jadi terlampau penat. Itu menghormati Muslim bagi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada yang marah derang makan depan kita time puasa, aku terfikir, apa nipis sangat ke iman ko sampai tak tahan tengok orang makan? Aduyaiii... tu la orang suruh start belajar puasa time umur 7 tahun. So that by the time ko dah umur 40 tahun, you are so seasoned by fasting that you won't feel anything when fasting already. Ini time muda-muda kantoi puasa, tu yang bila dah tua baru nak start puasa penuh, rasa emosi tengok orang minum sirap depan dia. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau betul ko nak marah orang yang makan depan ko time ko puasa, ha... pegi marah orang yang mengaku Islam tapi selamba minum Coca Cola masa siang Ramadhan. Itu memang tahap dewata tangan lapan punya insulting... Betul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5608452848110736763?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5608452848110736763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5608452848110736763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5608452848110736763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5608452848110736763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/10/melayu-mudah-tersinggung-insulted.html' title='Melayu mudah tersinggung (insulted)'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-628800480657473726</id><published>2010-10-05T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:25:37.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>You Know You've Been Out of Dating Field When...</title><content type='html'>...somebody flirts with you and asks your phone number, but you accidentally gave your husband's number instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, honest-to-goodness accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib ko la kalau call tapi yang jawab suara macho. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-628800480657473726?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/628800480657473726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=628800480657473726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/628800480657473726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/628800480657473726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-know-youve-been-out-of-dating-field.html' title='You Know You&apos;ve Been Out of Dating Field When...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-8238963374047323170</id><published>2010-10-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:13:23.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>OMG Korean Drama!</title><content type='html'>Aku rasa sangat&amp;nbsp; bliss tahap heaven punya bila duduk rumah tengok Astro. Astro Beyond ada satu channel solely untuk Korean drama wa cakap lu! Aku sangat excited masa tengok iklan kt channel 721 untuk channel Korea ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder terlampau banyak iklan psl Korean fashion kt Facebook! Rupa-rupanya tengah demam culture Korea sekarang ni. Kira the rest of Malaysia terlambat by several years la. Kitorang kat UTP dulu dah gila Korea since forever kot! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Tune in to channel 393 for your dose of Korean drama yang tak translate pada Bahasa Mandarin or Kantonis or any other languange. Purely in its original sound! But maybe you have to subscribe to Beyond 1st. Hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-8238963374047323170?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/8238963374047323170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=8238963374047323170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8238963374047323170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8238963374047323170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/10/omg-korean-drama.html' title='OMG Korean Drama!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7546857567853092797</id><published>2010-09-26T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:51:30.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Wishlist for my coming birthday</title><content type='html'>Well, if you know me, I'm not exactly big on birthday celebrations because I sucks at remembering dates. But... I really really really have a wishlist that I think I need to share with someone. This year's wishlist is very different from previous year's wishlist. (&lt;a href="http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-want.html"&gt;Last year my wishlist&lt;/a&gt; includes 3 books. I manage to get one of the book. The other two are of different titles, but still from my fav authors. And the year before that, I just wish my then bf (now hubby) take me to eat at Shah Alam. Am I an easy-to-please girl or what? LOL). This year I get so excited with my so-called "new hobby" that my wishlist will be centered around that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hobby is: MAKEUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange to think that I turn really girly at this later stage of life (I buy more clothes and makeup than ever, but I'm not really big on shoes. Yet.) and not really bother with how I look when I was a teenager. But then, maybe I am into makeup this time because my skin has never been better. My skin has improve tremendously since my teenage years, and now it's really ok, even if i only wear a baby powder and it still look kinda even-toned and not really oily. The makeup stays put on my skin and only came off when I remove them. And there is this one night (okay, I lied. It was more like MANY nights) when I was so tired and lazy to remove the makeup and sleep with them. (Not good habit. Please do not follow) And the next morning I wakeup, thank goodness, no break out or acne of some sort. My skin really easy to maintain now. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on to my wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 120 eyeshadow pallete from Manly or Coastal Scents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanityclinic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dsc_0935cr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.vanityclinic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/dsc_0935cr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving to do eye makeup since my little sister studying makeup art (she's a mak andam-to-be. Hehe) and she brought home this pallete for our use. I fell in love instantly on this one and have been studying through youtube on how to apply eye shadow so that I will know how to use all these marvellous colours. For now, I have a 12 natural shade of eyeshadow pallete from MAC and very good to wear at &lt;leo_highlight id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" leohighlights_keywords="the%20office" leohighlights_underline="true" leohighlights_url_bottom="http%3A//shortcuts.thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/plugin/highlights/3_2/tbh_highlightsBottom.jsp?keywords%3Dthe%2520office%26domain%3Dwww.blogger.com" leohighlights_url_top="http%3A//shortcuts.thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/plugin/highlights/3_2/tbh_highlightsTop.jsp?keywords%3Dthe%2520office%26domain%3Dwww.blogger.com" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-size: auto auto; background-attachment: scroll; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); cursor: pointer; display: inline;"&gt;the office&lt;/leo_highlight&gt; because of the natural colour it gives off. But I really want to try the more fun look with the above-mentioned pallete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beginners, I suggest you to start off with using one colour over you lid first, eyeliner and mascara. (I skip mascara the first time I use makeup because it's messy for beginner). Then after I gain a bit of confidence, I use two colours, the one is main color, the other is highlighter. Now I use three colours - base, main and highlight. And no, I cannot say myself as expert just because I can wear three colour eyeshadow because most of the tutorials I watched, they use as much as 5 to 6 colours and the end product is, it just look like they wear one colour that is gradually increasing in intensity - which is by the way, the look that we achieve for. But I don't know how to blend well yet. So I will stick with three colours. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 32 lip pallete by Coastal Scents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://76.my/UserImages/Items/1006/22/devin624@3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://76.my/UserImages/Items/1006/22/devin624@3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just by looking at the colours makes me itch to try all of them. And I already can imagine where I can wear one of those colours to. The other lip pallete offered by this brand is 66 colours one, but that one contains more impractical colours such as blue (all 6 shades of them) and really dark chocolates, which I'm sure I won't use even if I'm in my highest exploring spirit. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that I have now is a lipstick from MAC in 07, which is a very pretty nude pink and I wear this most. The other is also from MAC in 117 and this one got some glitter in it. This one also in a pink shade (sorry my colour vocab very limited and so I will explain with colour name that I'm familiar with. I don't know how turquoise, beige, burgundy etc looks like so I really cannot use the words to explain the colours that I have) and not really fond of it because it got some blue tone underneath so when I wear them, it makes my complexion looks darker or something. It only bearable when I mix it with a little bit of light brown. That light brown lipstick is from Silky Girl in Nude. If I wear only this, it will look like I wear nothing, hence, the namesake - Nude. I don't know why I bought it in the first place. Must be it looks pretty in the tube. Or the affordable price. Or both. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Makeup Brushes (At least the 16pcs set one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TJ6cw7dY4iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WfkfnZM6Xqs/s1600/16pcs_professional_makeup_brush_set_with_leather_case.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TJ6cw7dY4iI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WfkfnZM6Xqs/s320/16pcs_professional_makeup_brush_set_with_leather_case.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I cannot really all those fabulous colours with the free applicators they sent in when we buy the makeup products. I have to have the PROPER brushes! It takes me quite some time to learn which brush is for what use, so at least, the 16pcs set will do well for me. I also look for the 24pcs set ones, but mostly they stock on the eyeshadow brushes (different sizes), so you know, the higher the number of brushes are, the more expert the person to apply eye makeup. Eye makeup is by far, the trickiest part of the makeup, BTW. But the most complex part of makeup is foundation, actually. Because you need to prep your skin really well so that all the colour stays put. That's why it's better to have good skin, so that you won't have to&amp;nbsp; invest so many valuable time (and money) for foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I learn from both my sister and youtube (takde anak lagi boleh la layan youtube. Kalau dah beranak still tak ubah, memang mak tak mithali aku ni LOL), for normal skin, you only have to wear one layer of foundation (either liquid, cream, stick or cake, depending on your skin type or coverage you want to) and then concealer. But for problematic ones, first you have to use the primer, then liquid foundation, then cake foundation to set it in, then concealer, then loose powder. See how many layers of foundation is that? If like this, of course have to remove all makeup before going to bed! As for me, I use my liquid foundation as concealer and set it in with cake foundation, and then top it off with baby powder. I'm so cheap I won't buy loose powder when baby talcum can do just fine. Haha. But for everyday use, I actually don't use that much foundation. I wear moisturizer then use baby powder then go to office. Setel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to brushes, so far, I have only lip brush. The others are the applicators that comes together with the products, which helps a little, but cannot do most of tricks in makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so far, that's my wishlist for this year. Hopefully I can get all of them by the end of this year. I'm saving up for those now. And I really really really hope that when one day God granted me as fit to be a mom, He will bless me with a daughter so that I can play makeup with her. Wow tak sabar pulak nak beranak! 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Go make somebody's Day!</title><content type='html'>Awwww... cute choreographer. I wish my first child will be a little girl also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lK7IzfLmyco&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lK7IzfLmyco&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1161838397190365195?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1161838397190365195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1161838397190365195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1161838397190365195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1161838397190365195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/09/use-your-influence-go-make-somebodys.html' title='Use your influence! Go make somebody&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-3127553457431868526</id><published>2010-09-16T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T02:51:04.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>Super Medley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pm9L60YBj3s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pm9L60YBj3s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a talent! Funny though... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-3127553457431868526?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/3127553457431868526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=3127553457431868526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3127553457431868526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3127553457431868526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/09/super-medley.html' title='Super Medley!'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6045988971517699817</id><published>2010-09-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:49:59.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-conformist</title><content type='html'>Time merdeka, aku tak buat post merdeka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time puasa, takde post pasal puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time raya, takde ucapan selamat hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time hangat issue bodoh illuminati and freemason kat blogsphere and email forward yang menjengkelkan, aku takde komen apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time issue Sosilawati Lawiya hilang dan ditemui terbunuh, aku still takde post apa-apa pasal hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya bila aku tak blog perkara-perkara pop culture kat Malaysia, bukan bermakna aku tak ambik tau hal dunia atau aku fikir dunia ni berpusing di sekitar aku (the world revolves around me - how to translate this in Malay? I'm sorry my English so awesome I cannot write properly in Malay). Aku just fikir, kalau semua orang dah bercerita benda yang sama, tak payahlah aku ulang balik semua cerita-cerita tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun most of the time apa yang aku fikir selalunya 180 darjah dari pandangan majoriti... Kalau post sure kene fire punya... 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RM100? RM1000? RM1M?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percaya tak, walau sebanyak mana kita dapat, semua tu tetap tak akan cukup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5746212704333521861?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5746212704333521861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5746212704333521861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5746212704333521861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5746212704333521861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-grateful.html' title='Be grateful'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5640582546166870784</id><published>2010-09-04T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:03:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know how they find me</title><content type='html'>Actually aku baru discover ada setting dalam blogspot ni to enable us to see our blog statistics and traffic. As I have known all along, traffic to this blog is dismally small so no wonder about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiiiii aku juga baru tau where all the retard people yang tinggalkan komen bodoh-bodoh kat blog ni dan lepas tu penakut nak tinggalkan nama and guna anonymous je nak tinggal komen. Aku masa tu pelik la jugak camner beruk-beruk ni leh terbabas baca blog aku sebab aku sure kekawan aku semua bertamadun. Kalau nak tegur pun, semua tegur jenis educated punya. Contoh macam Kimie tegur gambar aku kat karaoke lounge dengan member-member lelaki dulu ada tertera gambar arak, yang nampak kan macam aku tengah karoke sambil togok arak and bersosial dengan jantan, padahal air tu cuma teh o ais limau, cuma cawan je ada logo Carlsberg and budak-budak tu duduk kerusi lain-lain. Dia komen "Miza, cuba ko tengok balik gambar tu, ada gelas arak. Kalau orang lain tengok sure fikir lain. Tak manis la" or something to the effect.&lt;br /&gt;Then aku cepat-cepat edit gambar tu to be more socially accepted photo. No drama there. Just plain, smart comment yang memang relevan untuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TIHSOhWf-XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c-8evf0jzMo/s1600/wtf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TIHSOhWf-XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c-8evf0jzMo/s320/wtf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512918565790939506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at the search keyword yang digunakan untuk sampai ke blog aku. Cerita dalam kain boleh sampai ke blog aku ke? Aduyai... Tang mana la plak aku pegi cerita blue ni. Tu yang agaknya dia frust carik cerita lucah tapi aku cerita benda biasa-biasa je so he vent his anger by leaving some low IQ comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la bodoh, menyusahkan orang pulak tu. Pergi carik cerita lain la. Aduyai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5640582546166870784?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5640582546166870784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5640582546166870784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5640582546166870784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5640582546166870784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-i-know-how-they-find-me.html' title='Now I know how they find me'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/TIHSOhWf-XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c-8evf0jzMo/s72-c/wtf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5559420482821798782</id><published>2010-09-04T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:10:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perihal Belajar dan Mengajar</title><content type='html'>Company aku sedang peak season sekarang ni. Dan lumrah peak season, kena ada extra man power untuk handle semua benda alah and order yang makin meningkat sekarang. So oleh kerana ada orang baru in the environment, kami-kami yang tak berapa lama sangat, tapi lebih senior dari the new people, kena ajar diorg a few tips and tricks of the jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm a bad teacher. I sucks at teaching. Serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very good at learning and Alhamdulillah, setakat senior-senior ajar aku dulu, they only have to show me once and then aku boleh replicate balik all the steps and solve any related issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nak ajar orang lain, aiyo sangat la complicated. So what I did was, I asked them to READ all the manuals first and then sit beside me. Then aku cakap kat derang "Okay, today we're going to solve this. I won't said anything. You watch what I did." And then aku terus buat step-by-step how to do the things. Pepandai dia la nk tulis note apa-apa. Then aku explain kenapa aku buat itu and how to extract that information and how to manipulate it. And then lepas tu setel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, aku rasa ok lah tu aku ada jugak nk explain kat derg. Kalau ikutkan dulu masa senior mengajar aku, they just show me sekali imbas, then pepandai aku la nk explore sendiri. Aku dulu trial and error je. I learn through mistkes. Document kene rejek, baru aku tau apa sepatutnya kene buat. Information ada error, baru aku tau which one kena manipulate. Proposal lambat approve, barulah tau apa sebab and how to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes costs a lot. But they are a good teacher, nonetheless. Kadang-kadang nak mengajar orang berenang, kita kene campak dia dalam laut. The survival instict will kick out and they will know how to take care of themselves automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural. Tapi kena tough and sabar sikitlah. Alah, if life lessons teach you to be tough and strong, I don't see anything wrong. Cool je, if things srew up, the seniors will help to clean the mess. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5559420482821798782?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5559420482821798782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5559420482821798782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5559420482821798782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5559420482821798782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/09/perihal-belajar-dan-mengajar.html' title='Perihal Belajar dan Mengajar'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2542993960012147738</id><published>2010-08-28T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:32:06.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begini Cara Wanita Berhemah Mengorat, OK?</title><content type='html'>I think this one girl hit a very genius plan to tell this one guy that she has the hots for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, this boy she had fancy on looks very similar with one of the famous Malaysian actor. So she create an album in her FB, which solely uploaded with the pictures of this actor. So the boy notices that and commented on her album. And she, very geniusly, I should say, mention to him that he (the boy) looks very similar to the actor and she loved him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I look at the sentence, I would think that it is very ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"xxxx ada banyak lagi gambar Aaron Aziz (bukan artis sebenar) belum upload"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh terima kasih for commenting. Tau la awak rupa macam Aaron Aziz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you"&lt;/span&gt; (this comment is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;right after&lt;/span&gt; the actor-look-alike's comment on the photo, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, the "I love you" bit, did she mean it for the actor or to the guy who look like the actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very ambiguous. Very subtle. But very genius, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were that guy, I would just make a move on the girl. The hints are as obvious as daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's THAT into you, man. Sila ngorat dia sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2542993960012147738?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2542993960012147738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2542993960012147738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2542993960012147738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2542993960012147738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/08/begini-cara-wanita-berhemah-mengorat-ok.html' title='Begini Cara Wanita Berhemah Mengorat, OK?'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5802218953136155054</id><published>2010-08-27T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:59:10.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>...is in the eye of the beholder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang aku rasa the phrase is actually a euphemism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underlaying meaning to the phrase is "I think you are ugly, but other's opinion may differ from mine,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time people call you beautiful, sila berpijak di bumi yang nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5802218953136155054?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5802218953136155054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5802218953136155054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5802218953136155054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5802218953136155054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/08/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1454011933038369301</id><published>2010-08-22T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:26:53.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah Ada dah</title><content type='html'>Ermmm... lupa nak mention. Cik abang saya dh masukkan streamyx dah. Sekarang dah boleh melayari internet tanpa mengira masa! Wuhuuuuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nape still malas lagi nk update blog and FB niiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni sah aku dah tua ni... 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Aku mula-mula serius tak yakin dengan diri aku sendiri whether aku boleh ke tak bangun awal pagi untuk siapkan makanan sahur untuk suami aku. Tapi Alhamdulillah, whether it is my mom's punya doa or memang niat aku sendiri untuk jaga sahur suami, aku berjaya jugak sediakan sahur untuk dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku rasa macam tu sebab aku ni 1) suka tidur, dan 2) malas masak. So agak saspen jugak la kan untuk somebody yang ada combination dua sikap tak berapa positif ni untuk bangun masak sahur. Tapi, Allah tu pun Maha Adil jugak. Dia tau aku ni liat bangun pagi, Dia baginya aku suami yang tak makan sahur berat-berat. Suami nak makan quaker oat or nestum je untuk sahur. So sebab dia nak sahur senang, maka aku pun boleh la bangun sediakan sahur dia in a relatively lambat jugak masanya. Pukul lima bangun pun sempat buat sahur macam ni! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku punya sahur still macam biasa jugak. Aku tanak nasi before tidur so that bila bangun, aku just boleh buat nasi goreng je. Tapi kalau ikutkan zaman anak dara, aku makan cukup-cukup before tido, then aku skip the 5 o'clock sahur altogether in favor of sleep. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku tak berapa suka kurma sebab terlalu manis. Bukan aku tolak hadis ke sunnah ke apa, (sebab aku tau mesti ada yang nak tggl komen tak berapa cerdik kalau aku cakap camtu) aku memang tak suka makan benda manis sangat. I don't even like chocolates sebab coklat-coklat and gula-gula buatkan aku pening kepala kalau makan. Tapi aku akui, kalau aku makan sebiji kurma (tolak dengan dua gelas besar air kosong), aku memang bertenaga for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang tak sabar nak tunggu first Raya as husband and wife pulak. And yes, kami ada tema colour tahun ni (and tahun depan jugak, hehehe). Bak kata suami masa beli kain untuk baju raya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Tahun ni kita pakai kaler biru ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ini pulak kaler untuk tahun depan ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt; Hoh, puasa pun belum lagi, nak pikir untuk tahun depan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, sangat excited untuk tunggu tahun kedua pulak. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2140281652200335675?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2140281652200335675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2140281652200335675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2140281652200335675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2140281652200335675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-pertama.html' title='Ramadhan Pertama'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6921115360719821325</id><published>2010-08-08T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:08:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet ANOTHER Award (Hehe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, seperti biasa, kalau ada benda luar biasa berlaku pada blog aku, puncanya tak lain tak bukan, adalah&lt;a href="http://amandaeltiqaz.blogspot.com"&gt; Mandy&lt;/a&gt;. Tak penat-penat ko calonkan aku as award winner kan? One day aku berazam untuk invent satu award and bagi pada kau, Dy! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2mlJmSnM20/TEUja4_T2CI/AAAAAAAAAhI/p2Pqe9CaOZg/s1600/inspiristail__award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; "&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue; "&gt;Apakah yang anda akan buat bila anda tahu kawan anda tikam belakang anda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget about him/her. Meaning i will permanently wiped them from my memory so that the next time i see them, i will be like "I know I'm mad at them for something, but I cannot remember what,". Then I will totally ignore them for the rest of my life. You make the shit, you pay for it. &lt;i&gt;For life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="color: blue; "&gt;6 orang dihati anda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa 6 je? I have bevy of wonderful people in my life that they will feel offended if I left their names out from the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Anda rasa anda comel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Only &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; people think I'm adorable. &lt;i&gt;He whom the matter most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; "&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue; "&gt;Single or taken?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; cannot take me. Anymore. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Blog yang anda suka?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whatever funny blogs and blogs who's very much like myself. Meaning kalau dalam blog tu cerita pasal sex life or night clubs or booze or boyfriends, aku tak follow sebab aku stress baca blog macam tu. I want to think that all people leads a good life. Like mine. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Adakah bilik anda kemas setiap hari?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;7. L&lt;i&gt;agu terakhir yang anda dengar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Kkxbw3s2pM"&gt;Gloomy Sunday&lt;/a&gt; - the suicide anthem. Memang depress kalau dengar. That's why after dengar lagu tu, aku terus dengar Asma Ul Husna! I don't want to commit suicide just because of a damned song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;Last text message?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guy from office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Last phone call?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Hari terakhir anda menangis?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cannot remember. I'm quite happy nowadays. Thank God, for everything you bestow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;Senaraikan LIMA warna kegemaran anda?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Purple, brown, pink, errmmm, black and white (the two being random because I really don't have as much as &lt;i&gt;FIVE&lt;/i&gt; favorite colours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;Orang yang terakhir anda ber YM?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I uninstall YM in favor of Gtalk. And for Gtalk, it's a friend frm UTP which I miss dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Game yang paling anda suka?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any cute games that doesnt need me to kill, shoot or beat up people. Race cars are okay, puzzles are okay, speed games much better, cute and totally harmless games are the best. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;14. &lt;i&gt;Adakah anda peminat MCR?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kalau mandy tak bgtau MCR stands for my chemical romance, i wouldnt know wht the hell  the abbreviations means. And no. I dont like them. The voice sounds boyish and too young. I prefer manly-sounding singer. Micheal Bubble, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;Apa perasaan anda jawab tag ni?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Neutral. If my feelings a colour, it would be cream, pastel. If it's an ice-cream flavor, it would be vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Anda rasa tag ni best?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly? No. It's quite boring actually. I need the gossip-inducing questions, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; "&gt;17. &lt;i&gt;Tag 10 rakan anda..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Arrrgh! I'm bad at this. I can't think of any!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(50, 50, 50); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Anyways, thanks Dy. You are my most loyal reader. I really &lt;i&gt;HAVE&lt;/i&gt; to invent an award for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6921115360719821325?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6921115360719821325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6921115360719821325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6921115360719821325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6921115360719821325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/08/yet-another-award-hehe.html' title='Yet ANOTHER Award (Hehe)'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2mlJmSnM20/TEUja4_T2CI/AAAAAAAAAhI/p2Pqe9CaOZg/s72-c/inspiristail__award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-3967769101424935981</id><published>2010-08-08T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:08:58.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I have been away from internet for sooo long that when at last I have the chance to surf, I was astounded by how much messages in my facebook inbox. Which is... one. And on my wall, there's about... three.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menyedihkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am known to all to be quite a hermit. And here's a confession: I don't know how to keep in touch with people. Even Mandy complaining in her blog that I don't call her much. Trust me Mandy, you're not alone. I pretty much don't call anybody anymore.  T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually HATE to speak on the phone. I found that boring. Too bad my job need me to be on the phone 24-7. But then I guess that's why I don't like speaking on phone. It's because I had too much of it on job. The only one that I actually make an effort to call at least every week is my mom. But then, she's well... my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how people can keep in touch with people from their past. As for me, I never forget them, but maybe I also never make an effort to show them I never forget them either. Yes we have all the social networking sites and I have all of their contacts but I... just too lazy to dial up their numbers and chatting. As introvert, the people I love making conversation most is myself. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being an introvert really has it down side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much I remember the things from the past? Well, October the 10th is approaching. What's the significance of the date to me? Well, it's the date where I made a pact with the girls from class 516 of MRSM Jasin for a reunion at behind the Block G, where we will unearth the time capsule we bury by the edge of the fence. See? I may be forget the day I first meet my husband, my birthday date and (God forbid) my marriage anniversary date, but I remember the little things from the past that secretly, I held so dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Jasin already. And I miss UTP so much more. I want to meet Mr A, Mandy, Shiera, Asiah. Please be very patient with me guys. The fact that I seldom call you doesn't mean I forget you. It just means that I'm allergic to the phone. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I wish there's a way to reconnect with them all without this telephone thingie. Any idea how to do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-3967769101424935981?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/3967769101424935981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=3967769101424935981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3967769101424935981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3967769101424935981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5798087752936481921</id><published>2010-07-18T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:01:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is Why I Don't Online Much These Days...</title><content type='html'>reason kenapa lama benar aku tak update blog and facebook:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. both facebook and blogger websites are blocked by my office admin. Not that I have time to surf non-related work stuff anyway. Every single hour is used to trouble-shoot my vendors problems, which surprisingly is too much. Nak- nak after I got my driving license, it seems that my boss preferred that I go to each of the vendor premise every single week to supervise them.  Not that I'm complaining though. I got to have free lunch every week! Weee~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I can't piggy-ride the neighbour's wifi anymore. S/he wised up and began to put password on his/her wifi so I can't hacked and use the free internet anymore. Serve me right. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My husband kept on postponing the decision to subscribe streamyx. At first he promised to masukkan internet two months ago. But until now, no update. I guess I'll have to wait until I'm pregnant then he'll start to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; considering to masukkan internet tu. (Because i can ask him &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when I'm pregnant. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm too fucking lazy to go down the cyber cafe, which happens to be just downstairs. I mean, betul-betul bawah rumah aku je pun cyber cafenye. Tapi punya lah pemalas nk keluar rumah pergi turun bawah. Don't blame me. My home is soooo cozy I can spend my whole day lazing around in there. Lagipun aku pemalu. Kalau husband tak nak temankan aku pergi bawah, aku pun tak nak turun. Manja nak mampus. Bini sapa la ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm too busy concentrating on my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; life that I don't see the point to update the online life. Haha. Itu dah macam nk offense orang yang selalu online je dah ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There. Cukup lima point to defense my long-absence online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5798087752936481921?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5798087752936481921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5798087752936481921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5798087752936481921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5798087752936481921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/07/which-is-why-i-dont-online-much-these.html' title='Which is Why I Don&apos;t Online Much These Days...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-396872059742213423</id><published>2010-05-16T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:58:50.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Maduku dari Air Liur Basiku</title><content type='html'>Satu malam aku balik dari kerja dan aku tengok Incik Suami ada dengan Memey Suhaiza. Dalam bilik tidur aku. And tangan Incik Suami ada dalam kain Memey. Aku speechless and aku rasa cheated and angry and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...heart-broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai hati Incik Suami buat aku macam ni. Then Memey kata apa yang dia buat tu tak salah sebab dia dah menikah dengan Incik Suami. Bilik ni bilik suami dia jugak, ergo dia pun boleh gunakan bilik ni. Yes, I found out that aku ada madu yang sangat inconsiderate and sanggup gunakan bilik tidur aku and Incik Suami untuk buat projek dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But strangely dalam rasa sakit hati and rasa dikhianati tu, I still can think on how to solve this. There's no use to cry over spilt milk. Incik Suami pun dah menikah, so kalau nak marah pun tak boleh. Aku pergi carik parents Memey untuk bagitau dia problem aku. Nak solve dengan Memey pun aku rasa tak sampai ke mana pasal Memey ni kurang ajar dengan aku. Cara dia tu macam aku pulak yang rampas suami aku dari dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, bila aku jumpa parents dia, baru aku sedar dari mana Memey ni mewarisi ke'kurang-ajar'an dia tu. Parents dia pun sama naik tocang jugak. Boleh dia kata, Memey tu isteri Incik Suami jugak, jadi aku kena banyak mengalah. Then lebih sakit hati bila dia mintak&lt;br /&gt;Incik Suami bagi rumah yang aku duduk ni kat Memey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoi! Rumah ni aku yang beli dengan Incik Suami pakai duit kami. Apahal pulak nak senang-senang bagi dia? Aku beli rumah ni supaya anak-anak aku ada tempat berlindung! Bukan nak serah-serah kat orang lain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa ni aku dah geram sangat-sangat sampai aku tak tau nak cakap apa lagi. So aku menangis bila tengok muka sekor-sekor yang sumpah, memang nampak keciiiiik je kat mata aku. Dengan muka Memey yang smug gila, and muka parents dia yang kurang ajar... Aku tak pernah rasa geram dan marah dan helpless macam ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedar aku mimpi bila aku bangun and bantal aku basah dengan air mata aku. At the exact same time masa aku tengah sakit hati ni, Incik Suami peluk aku. Aku tolak tangan dia dengan kasar, then tendang kaki dia. Dia terbangun dan tengok muka aku dengan mamai-mamai. Nasib baik dia mamai, sebab lepas tu dia boleh bantai sambung tido lagi. Yang aku dok tunggu hati aku calm down sebab nak tidur balik memang tak boleh dah sebab still terbawak-bawak lagi mimpi tahap drama melayu aku tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila pagi tu dia dah bangun, aku cerita kat dia mimpi aku. Dia gelak je. Hampeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya sayang awak sorang je. Saya nak awak sorang je."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Adegan seterusnya tak boleh diceritakan pada umum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi aku ni takde cerita lain ke nak buat? Kesian laki aku kena tendang pagi-pagi buta tu... 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Saya Open Minded</title><content type='html'>Aku sangat benci kalau tengah chat (atau berborak - in real life) tiba-tiba orang tanya "You open minded tak?". Selalunya soalan tu is a precursor to a disgusting discussion about sex life or sexual activities or... anything sexual. People (or, people in Malaysia, to be exact) seems to think that the definition of open-minded is one willingness to talk about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I'm no prude in any sense. Tapi sometimes it pique me a little sebab orang salah gunakan 'open-minded' tu untuk borak pasal sex. Stupid people annoy me. But a pervert stupid people annoy me much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh mari sini aku bagitau kamu apa sebenarnya maksud open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Situasi 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu berkawan dengan this one guy. Dah bertahun-tahun kawan, kamu pelik apsal dia tak pernah ada girlfriend padahal dia ni boleh tahan hensemnya. Kaya pun kaya. Baik pun baik. Even kamu yang ada steady boyfriend ni pun secretly simpan perasaan sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama-lama baru kamu tau the reason why he never had a girlfriend before is because he had no feelings towards any human being who have vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apa tindakan kamu? Declare putus kawan? Maki dia for his sexual orientation? Kan Islam kata the highest form of iman is menentang kejahatan dengan perbuatan? (I might get this wrong. Kindly correct me if I'm wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang open-minded bagi aku, dia terima kawan dia seadanya. Yes, kamu jijik dengan dosa dia. But Islam ni pasal kasih sayang, kawan. You hate the sin, not the sinner. So he's gay. But he is a good friend. A loyal, trustworthy, dependable friend. And if you realize, he's waaaaay better that any of your straight friend. So what if he's gay? Kawan je lah macam biasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini dah la putus kawan, maki kaw-kaw, siap mengumpat pulak tu pasal dia dengan jiran sebelah. Lupa terus kan jasa baik dia bertahun kawan dengan kau dulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Accept him for who he is. Itu open minded bagi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Situasi 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu nak cari pasangan hidup. Kamu ada dua pilihan. Satu hensem dan kaya tapi womanizer tak ingat punya. Dan satu lagi tak la hensem mana, hidup pun biasa-biasa, tapi dia work hard untuk bahagiakan kamu dan sayang kamu sepenuh hati dan jenis one-woman man punya orang. Which one kamu pilih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kamu pilih lelaki pertama, kamu memanglah shallow and superficial punya orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kamu look beyond the looks and fikir jangka masa panjang punya, kamu akan pilih lelaki kedua. Lagipun mak aku pesan, pilih lelaki yang sayangkan kita, bukan yang kita sayang. Sebab perempuan ni hati dia lembut. Kita lebih senang jatuh sayang pada orang yang care pada kita. Tapi kalau kita pilih orang yang kita sayang, kita kena spend extra effort to make the relationship works. Yela, dah lelaki tu tau kita sayang dia, kalau dia nak ambik kesempatan atas kasih sayang kita, kita akan senang-senang maafkan dia sebab we are too blinded by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So think forward. Jangan fikir rupa aje. Itu open minded bagi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Situasi 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu jumpa perempuan yang pilih lelaki jenis pertama tadi. Kamu tau dia vain and shallow, tapi kamu still kawan dengan dia and berusaha nasihatkan dia. Kalau dia terima, baguslah. Tapi kalau tak, kamu akan tolong dia when she's heart broken by the same said bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari luaran, kita nampak perempuan ni materialistik. We never know the stories behind that. Entah-entah dia tak pernah merasa kesenangan sejak dari kecik, so when the opportunity comes, she just grab it. Mungkin itu rezeki Allah dah bagi pada dia, so who are we to question it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Never judge a woman who seems materialistic. Itu open minded bagi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Situasi 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu jumpa perempuan yang pilih lelaki jenis kedua, yang dari fizikal dan material far more inferior than the first guy. Bodoh la perempuan ni. Dah ada peluang hidup senang and peluang dapat anak cantik, dia pergi lepaskan. Pilih pulak lelaki gemuk pendek hitam yang gaji bulan-bulan cukup makan je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleh, kamu mengata dia pasal kamu jeles kan, lelaki gemuk pendek hitam tu ada perempuan nak, tapi kamu yang hensem macam dewa kayangan ni tak ada orang nak, kan? Lepas tu salahkan perempuan tu bodohlah, tak ada taste lah, tak ada mata lah. Tapi kamu tak sedar, dengan perangai and mentality second-world class kamu tu lah yang buatkan perempuan reject kamu in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Get over it. Marriage is not about looks semata-mata. One day kamu dah tua nanti kamu buruk jugak. That time when you no longer have the beauty that binds you in the first place, apa lagi yang kamu ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least perempuan tu pilih lelaki kedua tadi pasal dia sedar, she will have the wealth of love, even after the looks has long gone. And that, binds them for the rest of their live. Ini happy ending, aku kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Accept the fact that there are women out there yang fikirkan more than looks or wealth. Itu open minded bagi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Situasi 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu suka rock alternatif. In fact, kamu cuma layan lagu-lagu rock yang mesti ada bunyi gitar electrik dan drum beats yang heavy-heavy dalam lagu tu, kalau tak, the song is lacking. Then kamu pinjam mp3 member, tapi dalam tu semua ada lagu dangdut and jiwang karat meleleh. Then kamu mengutuk member tu takde taste dalam musik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on man. No music genre is superior than the other. If the other guy loves dangdut, it doesnt mean he doesnt have taste. He simply have different taste than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Accept that all people are different. Itu open minded bagi aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kamu open minded atau tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-3415376905601188177?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/3415376905601188177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=3415376905601188177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3415376905601188177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/3415376905601188177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai-saya-open-minded.html' title='Hai... Saya Open Minded'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-400621892174234613</id><published>2010-05-11T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:09:36.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><title type='text'>Interviewer bodoh</title><content type='html'>Tengok Piala Thomas tadi. Malaysia lawan Jepun. Tapi Malaysia kalah dalam semua tiga perlawanan. Punyalah teruk kesilapan yang diorang buat sampai aku tak tengok tv. Dengar je tv. Tapi at the same time layan youtube sebab kalau aku tengok tv, sure aku rasa seram gila tengok style Malaysia main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last-last bila dah habis perlawanan, juruhebah tu pun interview la pemain badminton kita ni. Soalan tak bleh blah bila dia tanya "Apa kesilapan yang berlaku semasa perlawanan sehingga terjadinya kekalahan sebegini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa ke bodohnya tanya soalan macam tu? Member ni baru kalah lawan ni. Dia pegi flame dengan soalan macam tu pulak. Tak boleh ke tanya soalan yang neutral sket? "Apa komen tentang perlawanan sebentar tadi?" contohnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa bos yang amek dia bekerja dulu sure masa tu amek perempuan bodoh ni pasal rupa. Asal ada rupa boleh masuk tv ye? Boleh blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau interviewing skill pun takde, baik kamu bunuh diri saje. Aku rasa tengok interviewer tu jauh lebih annoying dari tengok Malaysia kalah tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-400621892174234613?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/400621892174234613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=400621892174234613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/400621892174234613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/400621892174234613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/05/interviewer-bodoh.html' title='Interviewer bodoh'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7202825591143735322</id><published>2010-05-11T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:39:55.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><title type='text'>Growing up gracefully</title><content type='html'>Aku terbaca kat satu blog. Lama dulu. (Dah tak ingat which blog, sebab tu takleh nk link kan kt sini). Dia kata kalau nak orang sayangkan kita, we have to start to love people first. Kenapa orang lambat datang jodoh walaupun dari luarannya dia nampak perfect. Itu adalah kerana dia simpan perasaan benci pada orang sekeliling. (That, and the possibility she might be homo. Haha. Okay tak kelakar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon reading that, I was like, hit by realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasal tu ke aku tak pernah ada bofren zaman sekolah menengah dulu? Rasanya aku takla sejahat mana pun dulu. Jealous sikit-sikit tu adalah. But who didn't get jealous with Siti Nurhaliza? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm coming to term. Dah terima hakikat dah yang aku memang buruk when I was growing up. But I believe perempuan yang masa growing up nya ugly, she grow to be beautiful as she grow OLDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I will be more attractive when I hit my 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak percaya tengoklah nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, tak sabar pulak nak tunggu umur aku 30. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7202825591143735322?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7202825591143735322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7202825591143735322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7202825591143735322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7202825591143735322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up-gracefully.html' title='Growing up gracefully'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-9193226959019687368</id><published>2010-05-03T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:05:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada apa dengan formspring</title><content type='html'>What is it with formspring obsession? If one of you can explain this to me, then I will sign up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tapi dengarnye formspring untuk budak muda je. Budak tak berapa muda tak leh join ke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-9193226959019687368?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/9193226959019687368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=9193226959019687368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9193226959019687368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9193226959019687368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/05/ada-apa-dengan-formspring.html' title='Ada apa dengan formspring'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2690114289758063659</id><published>2010-05-02T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:57:24.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>Ini Sebab Saya Suka Tengok TV kat Rumah</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday aku terrrrtengok this one movie kt StarMovie, I think. Masa tu tengok cerita dia dah halfway pun tapi since AXN belum start series House and StarWorld belum ada Glee, so I guess, layan je la movie ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi after one minute into the movie I was like, eh, apahal semua perempuan tetek selambak dalam cerita ni? Seriously, semua actress dalam movie tu got boobs the size of their head! Itu sebelah je tu. Bayangkan seorang perempuan got boobs the size of TWO heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tak lama lepas tu Incik Suami keluar dari bilik and duduk sebelah aku and watch the movie together. At first he didn't comment anything, then after a minute or so, I think he began to spot the 'abnormality' of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini cerita apa awak tengok ni? Apsal tetek semua besar-besar?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Maybe some kind of movie parody macam Scary Movies franchise kot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kitorang tengok info of the movie. Return to Savage Beach. Itu tajuk movie tu. Sila google sendiri kalau nak tengok poster for the film. Tapi kitorang takdela nak tukar channel ke apa sebab bukan senang nak tengok tetek besar kt tv. Selama ni tengok kat dalam laptop yang skrin dia tak berapa besar tu je. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi serius cerita tu takde substance. The acting sucks to high heaven. Memang tak reti berlakon langsung semua pelakon dalam filem tu. The only convincing moment was when one actor nak mengorat salah seorang perempuan tu, then perempuan tu buat muka miang (ok, buat muka horny is more like it). Not to mention jalan cerita pun mengarut. And it's very hard to take a film seriously when the actresses got humongous mammary glands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu satu-satunya movie yang kitorang tunggu sampai habis just because nak tengok apa production company untuk movie yang fail ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak tau apa production company dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malibu Beach Production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Production house untuk erotic and softcore porn film. Wow. Porn dah masuk dalam paid tv program now? Double wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad diorang potong all the sexy scenes... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2690114289758063659?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2690114289758063659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2690114289758063659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2690114289758063659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2690114289758063659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/05/ini-sebab-saya-suka-tengok-tv-kat-rumah.html' title='Ini Sebab Saya Suka Tengok TV kat Rumah'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4437057256005753796</id><published>2010-04-24T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:45:25.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mak Menang Awards U Olls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2mlJmSnM20/S72fbB7vslI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/e_NXYGd2rZA/s1600/gosip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. Rasa macam loser update blog dua hari sekali. Tapi still kena update jugak. Sebab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG SAYA DH MENANG AWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people. Mrasa jugak mak pegang awards u olls. Tetiba rasa macam nak lupa diri sekejap. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2mlJmSnM20/S72fbB7vslI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/e_NXYGd2rZA/s1600/gosip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2mlJmSnM20/S72fbB7vslI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/e_NXYGd2rZA/s1600/gosip2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi bila dah menang award kena la ada pengeras dia, ye tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank the person who gv you this award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih sapa lagi nak bagi cheq award2 ni kalau bukan &lt;a href="http://amandaeltiqaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt;. Kepada Mandy, thank you very much for your support and confidence in me. Kepada suami tersayang, I love you. Kepada semua yang percaya kepada kebolehan saya, terima kasih juga. Tak lupa juga kepada Prof Razak Mohideen kerana sudi ambil saya berlakon walopon saya berlakon lembut sikit dari kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada mak abah di kampung, tengok ni bah, along menang award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangka saya ada peminat. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih lebih-lebih lak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List the people you want to give the awards to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insert-takeout.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indah&lt;/a&gt; - because you deserve this. Sila copy paste award onto your blog and pls mention my blog for extra traffic to this stupid blog. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Contact the blog and let them know they've won the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik!!! Saya buat sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List 7 things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cant play any games that needs you to shoot people or to beat up people. I find that scary and too gory for my taste&lt;br /&gt;- I'm very proud of my ability to converse in English. That's because I finally break the generalization that budak kampung can't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;- I love books too damn much&lt;br /&gt;- I'd rather be broke than not sending money to my parents&lt;br /&gt;- I APPEAR to have high self confidence. Well guess what. People intimidate me. I just manage to hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;- I never had a boyfriend when I was in high school&lt;br /&gt;- I think the hardest job in the world is to be a teacher. That's why all teachers get my highest respect. Kudos to all of you, teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all. Thanx to Dy and Congrats to Indah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4437057256005753796?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4437057256005753796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4437057256005753796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4437057256005753796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4437057256005753796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/04/mak-menang-awards-u-olls.html' title='Mak Menang Awards U Olls'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2mlJmSnM20/S72fbB7vslI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/e_NXYGd2rZA/s72-c/gosip2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2686333664170664938</id><published>2010-04-24T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:47:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotik... Sangat...</title><content type='html'>Hari ni habiskan masa depan tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengahari tengok hindustan. Nangis-nangis sampai keluar air hidung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang tengok cerita cina kungfu. Habis semua orang aku sorakkan macam lah dengar aku menjerit bagi semangat pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba rasa hari ni aku sangat 1Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2686333664170664938?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2686333664170664938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2686333664170664938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2686333664170664938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2686333664170664938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/04/patriotik-sangat.html' title='Patriotik... Sangat...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-286247025485510927</id><published>2010-04-22T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:26:43.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Nak Jadi Cekgu Skolah Tamil</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago bunch of office mate dapat offer to sit exam for government position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan satu pejabat: Ko tanak jadi cikgu ke?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Bukan taknak. Tak boleh.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan satu pejabat: Apsal?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Aku takde talent nak mengajar budak. Kalau aku jadi cikgu, musnah anak bangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was referring to my temper and lack of creative ways to teach people actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan satu pejabat: Takpe. Jadi la cikgu sekolah tamil. Boleh musnahkan anak bangsa lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aku dah gelak kuat sampai satu ofis tengok aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku:  ....sengal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-286247025485510927?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/286247025485510927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=286247025485510927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/286247025485510927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/286247025485510927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/04/saya-nak-jadi-cekgu-skolah-tamil.html' title='Saya Nak Jadi Cekgu Skolah Tamil'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6174330661723091604</id><published>2010-04-08T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:53:26.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain Me On This</title><content type='html'>Tadi incik suami ajak naik motor pegi cyber cafe. Aku malu-malu je nak peluk dia atas motor tu sebab takut orang ingat aku dengan dia kapel-tak-sedar-diri-tak-malu-kat-masyarakat-sekitar-memalukan-bangsa-dan-mak-bapak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized. He IS my husband. I have the RIGHTS to hug him while riding motorcycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apsal masa kapel tak terpikir pun malu-malu nak peluk bofren? Pelik tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pelik....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6174330661723091604?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6174330661723091604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6174330661723091604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6174330661723091604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6174330661723091604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/04/explain-me-on-this.html' title='Explain Me On This'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7296329451724708384</id><published>2010-04-01T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:50:35.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Dy</title><content type='html'>A tag by &lt;a href="http://amandaeltiqaz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mandy&lt;/a&gt;. Lama gila tak buat tag ni. Sekali sekala jadi budak 18 thn tak salah, rasa. Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Siapakah diri anda di rumah?&lt;br /&gt;Diri sendiri la.  Masa ni la nak tergolek terlentang terkentut semua boleh tayah cover-cover. Sesapa yang control cun kat rumah sendiri memangla poyo. Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Siapakah diri anda di samping rakan rakan?&lt;br /&gt;Yang jadi tukang dengar and tukang bagi nasihat. And kadang-kadang jadi tukang buat lawak nerd. Dan kadang-kadang jadi tukang gelak untuk lawak kawan-kawan jugak. Aku multipurpose... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 5 benda yang anda idamkan tapi masih belum tercapai.&lt;br /&gt;- daughters. Like... two of them (even though I'm sure daughters can't be categorize as 'benda' kan?)&lt;br /&gt;- victoria secret&lt;br /&gt;- diamond and co.&lt;br /&gt;- i-pod&lt;br /&gt;- long, beautiful hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Siapakah nama pasangan anda?&lt;br /&gt;Takbleh gtau. Rahsia! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ceritakan 5 perkara yang paling anda suka tentang pasangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And talk. I'm very quite around new people so when he can make me talk, then that's very impressive&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He makes me feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And loved&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And cherished. How many wives can say that towards their husbands? I'm blessed, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bila tarikh anda couple?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; erk... Jun? the 14th? Aku agak fail bab2 tarikh2 ni. Huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Apakah kenangan pahit anda bersama pasangan anda?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bila dia kutuk kentut aku busuk. Well, it IS fart! It's supposed to smell bad! What does he expect? Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Lagu tema cinta anda?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pening by Datuk M Daud Kilau and Ezlynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Apa perubahan yang ingin anda lihat dari pasangan anda?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pls don't change anything. If... If you really really really want to change something, then just reduce the size of your tummy, yang lain-lain dah okey dah. Sumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Tag rakan anda yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I have very fewwww readers la Mandy. Sapa aje aku nak tag. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7296329451724708384?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7296329451724708384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7296329451724708384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7296329451724708384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7296329451724708384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/04/tagged-by-dy.html' title='Tagged by Dy'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-853561620458819402</id><published>2010-03-28T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:54:24.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Earth 5 Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-did-my-part-did-you.html"&gt;Last year aku ada cerita aku support Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;, no?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year aku still sokong, albeit only for 5 minit. Yelah, camner nak sokong? Lima minit after aku tutup lampu, Incik Suami bising-bising panaslah, gelaplah, tak nampaklah, hauslah. Ye, haus pun boleh jadi hal. Pastu pegi dapur ambik air, bukak lampu dapur then buat-buat lupa nak tutup balik.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susah suami takut gelap ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-853561620458819402?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/853561620458819402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=853561620458819402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/853561620458819402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/853561620458819402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth-5-minute.html' title='Earth 5 Minute'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7016005240634780148</id><published>2010-03-15T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:24:16.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>The Girl Who Fart In The Lift</title><content type='html'>Ini kisah seorang kolumnis bernama Nasir (bukan nama sebenar).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beliau bekerja di sebuah syarikat penerbitan besar. Pejabatnya adalah bangunan 12 tingkat dan jabatannya di tingkat tujuh. Jadi, naturally, Nasir naik lif setiap hari untuk ke cubiclenya. And he was always share the lift with other people who works in the building too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasir seorang kolumnis mempunyai sebuah kolum yang tidaklah berapa popular dan readershipnya pun sedikit sahaja, tapi dia tak kisah dan puas hati dengan hasil kerjanya. His articles are full of shit and he knows it but he didn't care. And because he didn't care, his audience didn't too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One fine day, he went into the lift with a group of people from floor 6. He stands beside this one fat guy and there is one lady right in front of him. Suddenly a stink fill up the lift. Someone has fart. But it was one tactful, silent fart that leave only rotten smell, without any noise. Everybody in the lift start shifting uncomfortably and they are watching each other accusingly, but nobody never really did say anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of all the people in the lift, only ONE people who seems oblivious to the all things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady who is standing right in front of him. And Nasir knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the one who fart. The telltale sign is not because she is not reacting to the stink, rather it's her furious blush on her face that actually tell her off. When the lift come up on floor 6, everybody if flocking out and in their furious attempt to get the hell out of the stank in the lift, they bumped into each other. And something fell from the purse of the lady who fart. Nasir pick up the hundred dollar note and started to call the lady, but she walked off and ignored his call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because she's still embarrassed by the whole fart thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so Nasir wrote a column about the farting-in-the-lift incident and the 100 dollar note that belongs to the lady who farts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several months later, the whole incident is forgotten and Nasir still use the same lift to go to his cubicle in 7th floor. This time he shares the lift with a group of people from 8th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly it happens again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone farts in the lift. But since this time it's no longer a novel issue, Nasir didn't think this is a column-worthy issue as even though his column his shitty, it doesn't mean he needs to recycle the same old issue twice. So he pays no attention to it. He didn't even bother to find the perpetrator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's no longer interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as the fate goes, the perpetrator of the second incident suddenly read his column about the fart-in-the-lift thing and she felt that the column was directed to her because she DID fart in the lift and Nasir DID ride the lift with her that morning. It got to be about her. It got to be. She convince herself. (OK, now bear in mind that the afore-mentioned articles was written WAAAAY months back).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she went all rage and start calling her friends telling about Nasir and the column which she said is degrading her. And they start bombarding Nasir with all the hate mails and harassed him on the net. And they start dissecting all of his column, saying how shitty his column are and how he looked all goody-two-shoes but he DARE to publish the column about her. And she tell all her friends about the article about the fart-in-the-lift thing. So her friends read about the column and suddenly, Nasir readership went up three times the usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Nasir, he laughed behind her back at the stupidity of the female farter (is there such word in English? NVM). From originally people never KNOW who is the farter, now they know, thanks to her own stupidity by blowing her cover off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And surprisingly, the friends whom she refers her hate campaign towards Nasir to, they all laughed behind her back too.  Saying how she's over-reacting and over-acting over the whole incident. If she kept her damn mouth shut, nobody would know it was HER who fart in the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually this make me thinking: Ada lagi orang nk ngaku dia berak tengah jalan. For those who are wondering, yes, this article is a rough metaphor to the recent... funny incident a few days back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl, berapa IQ kamu sebenarnya? 31? 21? it's embarassing. Grow up. Get over yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7016005240634780148?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7016005240634780148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7016005240634780148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7016005240634780148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7016005240634780148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-who-fart-in-lift.html' title='The Girl Who Fart In The Lift'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1971340569998304459</id><published>2010-03-14T20:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:17:33.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls just wanna have fun'/><title type='text'>There's No Such Thing As Bad Publicity</title><content type='html'>&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/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S5zc3UUnbZI/AAAAAAAAADY/RhbO28KRB-8/s1600-h/GILA+LA.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks A LOT to your s*******y, the readership of this stupid blog has spike to triple than usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S5zc3UUnbZI/AAAAAAAAADY/RhbO28KRB-8/s400/GILA+LA.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448472492117552530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelakar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1971340569998304459?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1971340569998304459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1971340569998304459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1971340569998304459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1971340569998304459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-no-such-thing-as-bad-publicity.html' title='There&apos;s No Such Thing As Bad Publicity'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S5zc3UUnbZI/AAAAAAAAADY/RhbO28KRB-8/s72-c/GILA+LA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-8244409754663777175</id><published>2010-03-09T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:55:07.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siapa Kata Gadis Melayu Tak Menawan</title><content type='html'>The female Chinese colleague in the company seems to think that Malay women have beautiful body. They said we are generally thin but at the same time we have both boobs and butts.  Unlike the Chinese women, who are thin and 'flat' (that's their words, ok).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then they proceed by grabbing my boobs and the other Malay girl's butt to prove their points. Terkejut aku but we did have a good laugh about it. (Agaknya kalau lelaki-lelaki company ni tau aktiviti kami perempuan-perempuan dalam pantry, sure diorang akan suka nak hang out di pantry lama-lama. Haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was quite surprise to hear that. Here we are, admiring their fair and smooth skin while they are admiring the (natural) size of our boobs and butts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like we are admiring what other people have and neglecting to see what  are blessed with. And we need an outsider eyes to make us realize what we already have to start appreciating it. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas ni aku nak dengar orang Negro pulak puji rambut kita yang naturally berombak ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-8244409754663777175?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/8244409754663777175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=8244409754663777175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8244409754663777175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/8244409754663777175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/03/siapa-kata-gadis-melayu-tak-menawan.html' title='Siapa Kata Gadis Melayu Tak Menawan'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-281230281737642375</id><published>2010-03-09T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:53:22.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelas 15 minit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually find out that our chinese friends, they take their tea without sugar. Sebab masa aku buat teh kat pantry and letak gula (one teaspoon) into my drink and they were like, pelik tengok aku buat camtu. So sekarang aku try utk minum teh without sugar macam cara diorg. And surprisingly, they taste quite as good too. The trick is, buat teh cair. Jangan letak serbuk teh byk2 sbb nnt teh jadi payau. Lebih senang, klu ada teh uncang tu, buat dalam bekas air yang saiz 2 liter tu. insyaAllah, teh tu sedap even without gula.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then another trick untuk minum air kosong (melayu liat minum air kosong), letak daun pudina dalam air kosong yg panas suam. Air kosong akan jadi wangi and tak tawar sangat. Then untuk buat sup, renehkan bahan masak, tak perlu tumis-tumis bagai. So tak perlu guna minyak. Healthier cooking style without sacrificing the taste. Bagus untuk aku yang kena jaga berat badan incik suami.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, setakat ni, itu aje trick yang aku belajar di kelas 15 minit di pantry. kalau besok colleague aku decide utk share another trick, aku share dengan kamu semua juga. Hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-281230281737642375?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/281230281737642375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=281230281737642375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/281230281737642375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/281230281737642375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/03/kelas-15-minit.html' title='Kelas 15 minit'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5447395403165096045</id><published>2010-03-02T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:26:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memasak bagi aku, feelingnya sama macam masa aku first time bawak kereta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intimidating. Seram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masa first time aku bawak kereta, lutut aku menggeletar and tangan aku sejuk gila. Tapi incik suami ada kat sebelah untuk bagi guidance, so kira ok lagi. (oh, first time aku bawak kereta, it's from seremban to klang. First time bawak terus kat hiway, wa cakap lu!). Tapi memasak is much worse sebab takde orang berpengalaman nak guide masa kat dapur. Even though aku spend the first month with mentua, tapi aku not exactly memasak masa tu. Aku just jadi tukang potong bawang, basuh pinggan, kemas dapur je.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when we start to move in our house last 2 weeks, aku jadi nervous balik when it comes to the kitchen matter. Tapi aku admit, memang terkial-kial aku masa memasak. Dan paling mencabar sebab aku memasak untuk dua orang. Dulu mak aku ajar using army portion! Aku rasa aku dh adjust ingredient dia for two, but somehow, it still end up macam aku masak untuk 6 orang! And then case lupa beli bahan masak lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day, aku dh cadang nk masak ikan masak singgang (sebab senang) dan kubis tumis (sebab favourite kami berdua). Then after office, pegila pasar beli ikan and all the whatnot. Balik rumah, baru perasan aku tak beli cili api dengan serai. Sebab dekat rumah aku tak biasa beli dua benda tu sebab dua benda tu ada kat belakang rumah. Aku lupa aku bukan kat kampung lagi. Huhu... So last-last aku masak la benda yang sedia ada kat dapur tu - nugget goreng dan kubis tumis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bila letak atas meja, aku rasa macam, eh, tak sedap pulak takde benda pedas. So aku masak lah kuah sweet sour and tuang atas nugget tu. Jadila macam aku masak nugget masak sweet sour. Ye, aku tau tak pernah dibuat orang tapi nk buat macam mana, aku cepat buntu kalau bahan tak cukup. Nak turun balik pegi beli, malas sebab aku dah pakai baju kelawar (isteri sapa la selekeh ni. haha).  So aku hidang je la dua jenis lauk ni and berdebar-debar tunggu laki aku balik to give his verdict.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bila incik suami balik, dia gelakkan lauk aku (kurang asam) tapi licinkan semua lauk (bagus, pandai ambil hati aku).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besoknya adik aku masak sambal ikan guna ikan yang aku tak jadi masak malam semalam and I was like, ye la... sambal ikan. Kenapa aku tak terfikir? (tepuk dahi).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today's menu: ikan bakar cicah air asam and kangkung celur (juga cicah air asam). Oh, for those yang tertanya kenapa menu aku asyik-asyik ikan je, it's because aku tak suka ayam and daging. So I'm converting my husband to consume ikan only. Hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; Mak sedara aku yang mengaku dia jugak tak pandai masak masa mula-mula kawen said, she needs 6 months untuk jadi mahir. So kira dalam bulan Ogos baru aku boleh prepare proper meal. Kesian laki aku, 6 bulan dia kena tahan perut. (Hopefully 6 bulan makan tak sedap, turunla berat badan dia. HAHA!). So kamu-kamu semua kalau teringin nak visit aku (aku ada dengar Syiera and Dy nak visit aku kat rumah baru), sila tunggu bulan 8 utk buat plan. Itu pun kalau kamu nak makan sedap. Kalau tak kisah makan benda pelik-pelik yang aku masak tu, sila lah datang. Aku tak kisah... Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5447395403165096045?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5447395403165096045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5447395403165096045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5447395403165096045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5447395403165096045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-first-time.html' title='My first time'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2376475468450752179</id><published>2010-02-27T02:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:51:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad We Understand Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A colleague is asking people around about my status. No. Not my Facebook status. My status. As in 'marital status'. And they told him I'm married. But I was surprised one evening when he asked me out for dinner. "To thank you for helping me", he said. Well, I was not really helping him. It was my jobscope. Only that his job is not pending when I finished mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just out of curiosity, I asked him where he intent to bring me to. "Where would you like to go?" he asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pizza Hut" I promptly replied, since that place popped out in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay. Let's go. I'll wait at receptionist table" he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh, alamak. I dah kawen," I said. Like, sorry-saya-tak-sengaja-dah-terkahwin. He looked at me and smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is that your way of saying 'no'?" he asked. I nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay then. Good night" and he stride away from my table, leaving me feeling like somehow, I've hurt his ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the next day he pm'ed me. "I'm sorry I asked you for dinner last night. It won't happen again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's his way of saying "I'll back off"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good. Glad to know that we have common ground in this matter, buddy. -.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2376475468450752179?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2376475468450752179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2376475468450752179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2376475468450752179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2376475468450752179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/02/glad-we-understand-each-other.html' title='Glad We Understand Each Other'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-910448923998500400</id><published>2010-02-27T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:45:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Matured is Optional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku tak paham kenapa orang nak marah-marah buat kerja dia. I mean, if you are so miserable doing your job, quit already. Aku tak cakap besar ok. I was miserable and I quit my previous job too. Of course there are side effects, like your previous employer send you a hate message in your blog and all, but AFTER that, I was never happier. I think if i stayed there a few months too long, I'd be a walking zombie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one guy in my current company, will go raging at everyone whenever there's vendor request item from him. Problem is, it's HIS job to provide items to vendor. I mean come on la, kau nak marah pun, mmg keja kau kan? Kau nak marah2 macam singa betina pun, last-last kau kena buat jugak. Masalahnya dia cuma berani dlm telefon je. Call aku marah- marah, tinggi-tinggi suara, menengking-nengking. Sekali aku turun kat ofis dia nk setelkn face to face, senyap pulak. takde pulak nak garang-garang. Penakut agaknya tengok aku nak setel depan-depan. Aku citer sekali je dengan bos dia, tgk senang je pun nk buat. Yang dia marah2 macam benda alah tu  masalah besar gila. Sekali aku lempang...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Encik, aku tau kamu tension. Semua orang keje tension la. Professional la sikit. Vendor yang kamu marah-marah tu tau tak umur dia berapa? Sebaya mak abah kamu tau? Kamu nak mak abah kamu orang tengking-tengking macam tu? Nak emo-emo macam perempuan belum period. Aku PMS pun rasa tak la perangai teruk macam tu. Aku pun kadang2 letih nak layan vendor tak paham2 prosedur, but you gonna go great lenght if you handle it nicely. Nak educate vendor bukan macam tu la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kadang-kadang aku tak faham sapa yang lebih matured dalam hal ni. Aku yang umur 20 lebih ni ke, atau dia yang sepuluh tahun lebih tua...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agaknya betul orang kata, "Getting old is mandatory. Being matured is optional".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-910448923998500400?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/910448923998500400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=910448923998500400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/910448923998500400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/910448923998500400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/02/being-matured-is-optional.html' title='Being Matured is Optional'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5095743007244926229</id><published>2010-02-26T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:41:44.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back. Beware.</title><content type='html'>Lama betul tak menjengah blog aku ni. Dekat ofis tak dapat access sebab aku adalah pekerja berhemah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I know you wouldn't believe that. But the real reason why I don't surf the net in the office was because I was crazily busy! No kidding people. In my aim to go home on 6 o'clock on the dot, I did all the work during lunch hour. Take the food to my table, sebelah tangan makan, sebelah lagi type type type. Nice thing is, I actually enjoy the work, so I really don't mind doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the second thing is, my laptop suddenly decide to misbehave. Internet connection macam gila. She detects the wireless connection but REFUSE to connect to the internet. I do all the things I can think of but to no avail. Marah betul la macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last-last bagi kat adik ipar. Dia click tah apa kat laptop then suddenly he said "Okay. Siap". Then terus keluar rumah. Tak ajar aku pun camne dia buat. Grrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now that the internet is okay, expect to see several posts in one day. Courtesy of all the ideas yang dah simpan lama dalam laptop tapi takleh nk post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. I never thought I miss internet connection this much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5095743007244926229?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5095743007244926229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5095743007244926229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5095743007244926229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5095743007244926229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-beware.html' title='I&apos;m Back. Beware.'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-9091479470186783254</id><published>2010-02-06T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:19:55.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>Next week will mark two month of our marriage. And I can feel that my family is wondering when I will break them &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"the news"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Because kalau ikutkan genetik aku, family aku tend to bunting pelamin. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm late now. And I was sick this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit panicked in the loo, while struggling to calm my raging sickness, I was thinking, "Ah sudah. Melekat ke?".  Bukan tak suka, cuma gila nervous aku macam ni la! Then several seconds later...&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;....BURP!!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilang terus pening kepala and loya-loya aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceh. Angin je rupanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bikin panik je.... Sebbaik lom cerita kat Incik Suami lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-9091479470186783254?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/9091479470186783254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=9091479470186783254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9091479470186783254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/9091479470186783254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/02/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-6358587378234255491</id><published>2010-02-02T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:43:14.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Bercinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kawan aku sudah jatuh cinta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah apa istimewanya cerita dia sampai aku nak announce dalam blog ni pun, aku tak tau. Maybe aku selalu fikir, dia tu bukan jenis bercinta. Dia tu jenis mak dia carikan jodoh, tau-tau dah kawen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa pun, selamat bahagia. Sila kawen cepat. Kawen best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S2griw4DTtI/AAAAAAAAADI/z24-VK107-I/s1600-h/romantic_love-7201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S2griw4DTtI/AAAAAAAAADI/z24-VK107-I/s400/romantic_love-7201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433640826658049746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-6358587378234255491?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/6358587378234255491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=6358587378234255491&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6358587378234255491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/6358587378234255491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/02/selamat-bercinta.html' title='Selamat Bercinta'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S2griw4DTtI/AAAAAAAAADI/z24-VK107-I/s72-c/romantic_love-7201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-7740660097826221012</id><published>2010-01-26T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:07:13.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orang Separuh Tua yang Keras Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/wi1aDL6iFrvexdEwnDFw91nZJvvtadzW875uRhBKPpJAmEWudjDJ90NZt6gGDx4EJs3XkU6dQ0OWpcQUVr6HOwLu9Y1FHhsU/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 450px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/wi1aDL6iFrvexdEwnDFw91nZJvvtadzW875uRhBKPpJAmEWudjDJ90NZt6gGDx4EJs3XkU6dQ0OWpcQUVr6HOwLu9Y1FHhsU/cry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one girl from my past who wants to reconnect with me. And I tell you, she's doing her damnedest for me to accept her in my life again. Thing is, I'm not ready. Aku jenis 'forget not forgive'. Strange as it sounds, I actually has forgotten what makes me so mad at her that I chose to erase her from my memory (and I did it with resounding success), but I just... can't forgive her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She called me during lunch hour last time and ask me whether I still mad at her. I can't bring myself to say "yes". I just laugh it off and talk about something else. But her question got me thinking: am I still mad at her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a tragedy of so long ago. Why can't I just forget it. Wait, I ALREADY forget it. I mean, forgive it and let it go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She send me a friend request few days ago. Her request still pending approve on my side because I'm still mulling it over. Bodohkan? Simple thing like friend request pun make me to mull over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I've through thinking.&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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgave her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything and anything she ever done to me, I pardon her. But the friend request, it's still pending. If I reject it, it looked like I contradict myself. Yela, baru perenggan ni kata nak maafkan, tapi bila request friendship, reject pulak. But if I accept it, it seems like I'm a hypocrite for accepting her half-heartedly. How la like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe in the crisis, nobody was ever in the wrong or right side. And for that, I hope she forgive me too. For now, I'm still thinking it over. Aku tak lembut hati macam mak aku yang senang nak maafkan orang. Tapi aku taknak keras hati sangat sampai it took me YEARS to forgive and forget a slight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry kalau aku amek masa nak approve friend request kau. Aku perlu masa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, 10 tahun belum cukup masa lagi untuk aku fikir. Kot. Mebi tahun depan aku lembut hati. Selalu kalau aku makin meningkat tua, aku jadi makin lembut hati. So tahun depan ye. Tahun depan...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoot, aku patut buat azam tahun baru aku as 'to be more forgiving' la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7740660097826221012?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7740660097826221012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7740660097826221012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7740660097826221012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7740660097826221012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/01/orang-separuh-tua-yang-keras-hati.html' title='Orang Separuh Tua yang Keras Hati'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-153183678974102058</id><published>2010-01-21T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:43:54.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Taknak Kena Kongkong, Tapi Nak Cun</title><content type='html'>We were listening to Hotchat on the way to the office. The topic was suami yang terlalu mengongkong, I think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Bini dia lawa macam Rozita Che' Wan tu. Tu yang laki dia jeles selalu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Betulla. Nasib baik awak selekeh. Tak payah saya susah-susah nak kongkong awak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (ada api atas kepala)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Apsal? Awak nak saya kongkong awak ke? Barula rasa cun sikit, ye tak? (gelak keji)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neraka betul la. Marah betul dapat suami camni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-153183678974102058?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/153183678974102058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=153183678974102058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/153183678974102058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/153183678974102058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/01/taknak-kena-kongkong-tapi-nak-cun.html' title='Taknak Kena Kongkong, Tapi Nak Cun'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-4049950722162085542</id><published>2010-01-15T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:12:27.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Psikik</title><content type='html'>Incik suami ada psychic connection dengan aku.&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;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;Aku cakap macam tu sebab banyak kali berlaku, he answered my questions before I finished asking them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eh, awak... macam mana...?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gambar graduate awak yang kita frame tu dah boleh ambik dah hari ni"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Padahal masa aku tanya tu, benda tu totally random, and takde kedai gambar pun kiri kanan, kalau nak kata dia baca body langguange aku la kan. Masa mula-mula aku freak out gila dengan fenomena ni. But even him doesn't have the explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just... know what you are going to ask," was his lame answer when I pressed him for an explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi yang bagusnya, bila nak ada telekinetic connection ni, memang banyak menyenangkan aku. Contohnya masa aku tader kredit nak call dia, all I have to do is just think about him and voila! Tak lama pastu dia call, tanya aku nak apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hebat tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mebi incik suami boleh masuk misteri nusantara... *diam sambil garu dagu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-4049950722162085542?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/4049950722162085542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=4049950722162085542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4049950722162085542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/4049950722162085542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/01/psikik.html' title='Psikik'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2599158660050790191</id><published>2010-01-15T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:31:27.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My Appetite is Back</title><content type='html'>Bekerja di tempat baru ni buatkan aku banyak makan. Mungkin kerana aircondnya sejuk macam alaska, jadi aku kena ada bahan bakar dalam sistem aku supaya aku boleh get going. Atau mungkin kerana culture shock, sebab dekat company lama, susah nak dapat bahan makanan sebab takde kemudahan kantin yang sempurna. Atau mungkin kerana convenient store hanya beberapa tapak dari workstation aku. (Memang convenient, convenient bagi aku. Hahaha!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa-apa pun, aku selalu ditegur sebab everytime my colleagues see me, I'm almost always munching on something. (But because I have super duper metabolism, I hardly gain any weight. Haha!), sampai diorang cakap, "Kamu pregnant ke, Miza. Asyik lapar je."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr... kalau aku tak mengandung, tak boleh makan ke...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2599158660050790191?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/2599158660050790191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=2599158660050790191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2599158660050790191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/2599158660050790191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/01/bekerja-di-tempat-baru-ni-buatkan-aku.html' title='My Appetite is Back'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1339871732066826202</id><published>2010-01-10T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:42:24.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Excited Over Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aku ni memang camni. Suka excited over small things. Contohnya masa incik suami janji nak bawak aku pegi bandar ICT. Korang tau ICT tu kat mana? ICT tu kat Bukit Raja, Klang je. Excited macam dia janji nak bawak aku gi Bali pulak. Ye la, mana tak excited. Selalu malam minggu je kitorang dating and lepak-lepak kat Dataran Shah Alam, sampai aku naik kenal muka orang yang sama duk lepak kat Dataran tu. Sekarang kitorang ubah angin dating kat Bukit Raja. Best tu, banyak lampu kelip-kelip. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Strangely, masa dia janji nak bawak aku gi Bali dulu,aku tak excited pun. Mebi because I don't want to get my hopes up and sedar diri tahap kewangan after majlis kawen ni buatkan kitorang miskin tahap pengemis. Haha!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaaaay, the reason kenapa aku excited ni sebab tadi aku check blogger account aku, and I found out that I already add another follower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S0mCyUjoEaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JM5A4sDZsPA/s400/1.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425011027167678882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu 5 je followers, sekarang dah jadi 6! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Lompat lompat lompat lompat lompat lompat lompat lompat!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selalu aku tau memang ada kawan-kawan baca blog aku anonymously. Tak komen, tak jadi follower, tapi bila borak, tau pulak kisah aku yg paling update. Haha.. Aku pun tak kisah nak follow blog busuk aku ni ke tak. Sebab aku bukan artis pun. Nanti aku bukak fanpage kat mukabuku boleh? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang aku tak tahan tu, ada aku tengok follower dia beribu-ribu lemon kat blogger, tapi tader pun nak claim dia ramai peminat ke apa and nak bukak fanpage kat facebook. Tapi ini follower baru 6 orang (atau seratus. haha) dah kecoh nak buka fanpage. Gila perhatian betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thanks to the new follower ye. Saya flattered lah! Hihi &lt;-- gedik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1339871732066826202?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1339871732066826202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1339871732066826202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1339871732066826202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1339871732066826202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/01/excited-over-nothing.html' title='Excited Over Nothing'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/S0mCyUjoEaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JM5A4sDZsPA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1569399981889810868</id><published>2010-01-09T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:30:57.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married life'/><title type='text'>Susah Kalau Suami Terpengaruh Drama Melayu Ni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Kalau adik-adik saya buli awak, bagitau saya tau. Jangan pendam-pendam. I will stand up for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Buli? Awak hidup zaman mana ni? Mana ada lagi orang buli-buli sekarang ni? (chuckles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Suami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Takdela, saya taknak jadi macam dalam drama saya tengok malam tadi. Isteri dia kena hentam teruk kat famili dia, dia tak tau sebab isteri dia penyabar sangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Isteri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;    -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in a way, bangga la jugak kan, at least I know he will be there for me when I need him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(^_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1569399981889810868?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1569399981889810868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1569399981889810868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1569399981889810868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1569399981889810868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2010/01/susah-kalau-suami-terpengaruh-drama.html' title='Susah Kalau Suami Terpengaruh Drama Melayu Ni...'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-2567752176062218660</id><published>2010-01-01T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:11:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagu Lama yang Chomel</title><content type='html'>&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;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0FQRq9qef8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0FQRq9qef8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Minute Waltz - Barbra Streisand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I have got a minute, just a little minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have only got a minute, just minute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have only got a minute that is all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to sing this tiny minute waltz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It isn’t easy but I’ll try it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Than I gotta say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But first I take a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And put in it every note that chopin wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I shall sing the little minute waltz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hope that I can sing with no faults&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though it’s difficult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll give it last every last breath that I got within in my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope that my performance won’t be very shoddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singing every note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m not the one to spoil my throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I probably will end up hoarse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course I will I’ve done it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An a way from that I made I will I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not the money but the satisfaction that I get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From winning money on this silly kind of bet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though this kind of solo wasn’t his intention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chopin isn’t here to make an intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So with your permission and no intermission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will sing each note that that composer wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can hear my trilling isn’t very thrilling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no one can say I wasn’t very willing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To attempt a thing that’s not been done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just for fun to sing the minute waltz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I sing the seconds fly, oh too soon the minute waltzed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I ask you where am I halfway through the tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I’m falling far behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have less than 30 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than 30 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than half a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have less than 30 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have less than half a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To complete this little minute waltz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On every note that’s in this score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the sands of time I know are pouring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me win my bet and I’ll run with the money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Down to something store there I’ll buy a honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a trophy for myself to put upon a shelf show the world I won&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the second hand is rushing round the dial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And though I’d like to end this torture with a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless someone knows how to stop the clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gonna see me cry before I said goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eight little measures to complete this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I’m afraid my little lungs will burst before to long if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only I can last to scale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won’t have failed to sing the minute waltz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-2567752176062218660?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-7744495356504888561?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/7744495356504888561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=7744495356504888561&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7744495356504888561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/7744495356504888561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2009/12/selamat-sudah.html' title='Selamat Sudah....'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SzobED4hZcI/AAAAAAAAACw/E7Od3Tq5Vek/s72-c/gsfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-1259404844293913172</id><published>2009-12-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:50:00.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>Impian Kawen Masa Aku Kecik-Kecik</title><content type='html'>Aku dulu masa aku kecik, bila pergi kenduri kawen aku suka satu perkara: lauk pengantin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku selalu cemburu pada pengantin sebab diorang berpeluang makan masakan yang hebat dan istimewa. Yang tetamu cuma makan nasik minyak, acar timun, kurma daging dan ayam masak merah, tapi pengantin dapat makan buah dalam bakul dari kulit tembikai, ayam golek, sambal telur puyuh, dan paling istimewa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udang panjat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak tau nama masakan tu tapi aku panggil hidangan tu as 'Udang Panjat' sebab dia dicucuk pada keliling nenas, and it seems like udang-udang tu macam berdiri menegak sama-sama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sejak tu aku berazam untuk kawen cepat-cepat supaya aku boleh makan udang panjat tu. (Bagi aku objektif aku kawen adalah untuk makan. Tahapehapetah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan satu lagi impian aku masa kecik ialah untuk berkahwin dengan Chef Wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rasa semua budak perempuan baya aku dulu pernah ada secret wish nak kawen dengan Chef Wan jugak kot. Sebab Chef Wan adalah sangat hot dan dia pandai masak. Jadi aku fikir kalau kawen dengan Chef Wan tentu tiap-tiap hari dia boleh masakkan udang panjat untuk aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, objektif aku untuk berkahwin adalah kerana nak makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang ni of course it's too late nak realise kan impian aku nak kawen dengan Chef Wan, tapi impian untuk makan udang panjat tu agaknya still boleh buat kot... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-1259404844293913172?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/1259404844293913172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=1259404844293913172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1259404844293913172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/1259404844293913172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2009/12/impian-kawen-masa-aku-kecik-kecik.html' title='Impian Kawen Masa Aku Kecik-Kecik'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956481080492427072.post-5456169087169364104</id><published>2009-12-07T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:46:19.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Hello, This is My Guilt Talking</title><content type='html'>To All,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you will find it in your heart, if not to forgive me, at least to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-miza-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3956481080492427072-5456169087169364104?l=sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/feeds/5456169087169364104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3956481080492427072&amp;postID=5456169087169364104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5456169087169364104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3956481080492427072/posts/default/5456169087169364104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-and-lime.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-this-is-my-guilt-talking.html' title='Hello, This is My Guilt Talking'/><author><name>miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420449380291290555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt4iwc8F3CU/SXAjDPXssRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CB5IKFFrR6g/S220/nurse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
