<?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-4656775016715606494</id><updated>2012-03-05T05:37:16.360+08:00</updated><category term='Song'/><category term='Meow'/><category term='me'/><category term='Beautiful'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Sign'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Haha'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='school'/><category term='Words'/><category term='Broken'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='camp'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Little Haikal'/><category term='WorkOut'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='WW'/><category term='picture'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='view'/><category term='Wonder'/><category term='License'/><category term='List'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Recommended Entry'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Wonderful People'/><category term='Tv'/><category term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>Me.in.Myself</title><subtitle type='html'>Little Stories - You Might Never Knew</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5788096976562980483</id><published>2012-03-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T00:19:06.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'>Head to Sabak Bernam</title><content type='html'>Today I head to Sabak Bernam for KAPA Camp (state level) at SMKA Simpang Lima. A quite not so long journey and I as escort teacher for Kuala Langat KAPA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5788096976562980483?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5788096976562980483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/03/head-to-sabak-bernam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5788096976562980483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5788096976562980483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/03/head-to-sabak-bernam.html' title='Head to Sabak Bernam'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3479768442380337958</id><published>2012-03-04T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T06:49:04.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Cross-Country Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross Country&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cross country is a sport in which people run a race on open-air courses over natural terrain&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKkXyFBy9Po/T1IkdLkE9fI/AAAAAAAABWI/30xikDERnTs/s1600/DSC03910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKkXyFBy9Po/T1IkdLkE9fI/AAAAAAAABWI/30xikDERnTs/s1600/DSC03910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What I like to be in school are lots of sport activities such as cross country. Cross country running is held annually. The track typically 2 to 6 Kilometers. All students who had no serious health problem are required to participate the cross country run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kn6s0VNHKs/T1KWEE0tJdI/AAAAAAAABWc/uamQILfzqZk/s1600/DSC03912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kn6s0VNHKs/T1KWEE0tJdI/AAAAAAAABWc/uamQILfzqZk/s400/DSC03912.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But in this new school I currently work, no run-off among teachers. &lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Compared to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;as a teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;done l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ast year,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;required all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;participate in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;cross-country&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;I think every school should do the same thing, because it was really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1401793669"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1401793670"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1322215951"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1322215952"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-3479768442380337958?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3479768442380337958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/03/cross-country-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3479768442380337958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3479768442380337958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/03/cross-country-run.html' title='Cross-Country Run'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKkXyFBy9Po/T1IkdLkE9fI/AAAAAAAABWI/30xikDERnTs/s72-c/DSC03910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4763905646364216886</id><published>2012-02-26T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T16:00:20.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><title type='text'>I saw him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was having breakfast with co-workers at &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; stalls. I saw a man, I think I personally know him. It quite long time since he left my mother and have a new family. I &lt;span&gt;was in front of him &lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span&gt;omentarily&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span&gt;he did not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;recognize me&lt;/span&gt;. I am his daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4763905646364216886?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4763905646364216886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-saw-him.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4763905646364216886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4763905646364216886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-saw-him.html' title='I saw him'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-705571591837381252</id><published>2012-02-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T23:31:04.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Haikal'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Buntal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmZSH4sw47A/T0j6YAzcnoI/AAAAAAAABTg/DdWnBeNvv7w/s1600/DSC03804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmZSH4sw47A/T0j6YAzcnoI/AAAAAAAABTg/DdWnBeNvv7w/s400/DSC03804.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buntal is my beloved nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He celebrated his 2nd birthday last 21st February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 st is a meaning date for me, because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have good friends born on 21 something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 Feb - My nephew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 March - My sister in law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 October - Me and my good friend, Emila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21 December - My best friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and lot of 21st's :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icfBKAVRBI8/T0j7qzR6qUI/AAAAAAAABTo/m_luk_wPOmI/s1600/DSC03815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icfBKAVRBI8/T0j7qzR6qUI/AAAAAAAABTo/m_luk_wPOmI/s400/DSC03815.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgA9Bm0RTPw/T0j8dBHY9eI/AAAAAAAABT4/kVeIlAPAfDg/s1600/DSC03824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zgA9Bm0RTPw/T0j8dBHY9eI/AAAAAAAABT4/kVeIlAPAfDg/s400/DSC03824.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We celebrated at my sister in law family's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the wall painting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it originally painted by my sister's father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-705571591837381252?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/705571591837381252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-buntal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/705571591837381252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/705571591837381252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-buntal.html' title='Happy Birthday Buntal!'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dmZSH4sw47A/T0j6YAzcnoI/AAAAAAAABTg/DdWnBeNvv7w/s72-c/DSC03804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-267513094937534408</id><published>2012-02-19T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T18:32:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping - KAPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvPex-2ji-U/T0DDIfc6NCI/AAAAAAAABRA/LZpaxZ9Ssco/s1600/DSC03784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvPex-2ji-U/T0DDIfc6NCI/AAAAAAAABRA/LZpaxZ9Ssco/s400/DSC03784.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was appointed as one of teacher adviser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for KAPA (Kadet Sekolah Pertahanan Awam) at school I currently work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend, my cadets&lt;span&gt; have participated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in Kanchong Darat, &lt;span&gt;Banting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;Selangor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63Zt_4xw51o/T0DFcH2ZqWI/AAAAAAAABRI/GCRB1pQMXmA/s1600/DSC03711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63Zt_4xw51o/T0DFcH2ZqWI/AAAAAAAABRI/GCRB1pQMXmA/s400/DSC03711.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;They have 3 slots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 # Fighting Fire (Melawan Kebakaran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP9mHnC26SQ/T0DF_P-dKnI/AAAAAAAABRQ/phwuYLplh_M/s1600/DSC03718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qP9mHnC26SQ/T0DF_P-dKnI/AAAAAAAABRQ/phwuYLplh_M/s400/DSC03718.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfFKGmwfMMU/T0DHMbySiGI/AAAAAAAABRY/UfSneFEMNs0/s1600/DSC03731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfFKGmwfMMU/T0DHMbySiGI/AAAAAAAABRY/UfSneFEMNs0/s400/DSC03731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 # First aid (Pertolongan Cemas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAAGCl3KsT0/T0DJN7-butI/AAAAAAAABRw/y0YRWJ7_ChE/s1600/DSC03735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAAGCl3KsT0/T0DJN7-butI/AAAAAAAABRw/y0YRWJ7_ChE/s400/DSC03735.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvVWs_ts18w/T0DIoBhzUEI/AAAAAAAABRo/l-EwKKIQ-EA/s1600/DSC03744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvVWs_ts18w/T0DIoBhzUEI/AAAAAAAABRo/l-EwKKIQ-EA/s400/DSC03744.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-umN4BFKmo/T0DKgo9T2tI/AAAAAAAABR4/uQvziUxo5wM/s1600/DSC03747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-umN4BFKmo/T0DKgo9T2tI/AAAAAAAABR4/uQvziUxo5wM/s400/DSC03747.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 # Rescue (Menyelamat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmdjxFuaeZM/T0DLMFzU5LI/AAAAAAAABSA/pVneP1oPxds/s1600/DSC03765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmdjxFuaeZM/T0DLMFzU5LI/AAAAAAAABSA/pVneP1oPxds/s400/DSC03765.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQKDTS_2Mt4/T0DLmvZyGoI/AAAAAAAABSI/dpwUuUhraa4/s1600/DSC03761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQKDTS_2Mt4/T0DLmvZyGoI/AAAAAAAABSI/dpwUuUhraa4/s400/DSC03761.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN_hVcFagPY/T0DMGbUQ4iI/AAAAAAAABSQ/wYU6JgPkA9E/s1600/DSC03771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN_hVcFagPY/T0DMGbUQ4iI/AAAAAAAABSQ/wYU6JgPkA9E/s400/DSC03771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LdR8ryVeFs/T0DMtyqkTYI/AAAAAAAABSY/pyUpd_D3ovg/s1600/DSC03778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LdR8ryVeFs/T0DMtyqkTYI/AAAAAAAABSY/pyUpd_D3ovg/s400/DSC03778.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov0FIXDG6uI/T0DNQgu_KpI/AAAAAAAABSg/PDD2G2WgWcQ/s1600/DSC03786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov0FIXDG6uI/T0DNQgu_KpI/AAAAAAAABSg/PDD2G2WgWcQ/s400/DSC03786.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjRUYgjUjRw/T0DOaqVorDI/AAAAAAAABSo/sCPsYEYtkU0/s1600/DSC03788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjRUYgjUjRw/T0DOaqVorDI/AAAAAAAABSo/sCPsYEYtkU0/s400/DSC03788.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0dMw6HMoG0/T0DOsQP9MnI/AAAAAAAABSw/7RJGnstp-HY/s1600/DSC03790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0dMw6HMoG0/T0DOsQP9MnI/AAAAAAAABSw/7RJGnstp-HY/s400/DSC03790.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My Saturday was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look at their innocent faces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I feel relieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-267513094937534408?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/267513094937534408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/camping-kapa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/267513094937534408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/267513094937534408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/camping-kapa.html' title='Camping - KAPA'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AvPex-2ji-U/T0DDIfc6NCI/AAAAAAAABRA/LZpaxZ9Ssco/s72-c/DSC03784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-9108435199078451313</id><published>2012-02-19T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T08:27:36.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Phrase 2 - Life is</title><content type='html'>"Life is a cup of blackest coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Won't always tasted sweet,&lt;br /&gt;but bitter, or maybe insipid.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't about how it tasted on your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;But how you learn,&lt;br /&gt;to drink it no matter what it taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; azah skaliskala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know exactly how it feel when people done something hurt us in the heart. Sometimes we lost our minds to think the reason why they did or said something fictitious about us and why they feel dissatisfied with our &lt;span&gt;convenience. Some human sometimes might already lost their integrity and missed the real goals in life, and easily let the envious dominate and control their minds until they forget how to thankful what they have. Sometimes I do think about it and it always make me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What make me continue believe that, it was another bitter I needed to swallow. It's like another a cup of blackest coffee and if I put a cube of sugar into it, so it will taste sweet. It wasn't about just being optimistic in life because not everyone are optimistic. But the belief in self to take all the worst things happen to us, and replace it to chance for us in order to be strong person, grateful and not lose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, we will never lose, we will never be defeat. No matter how they do their best to discredit us. As long as we stay on the right track and keep fighting to achieve our goals. &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/4656775016715606494-9108435199078451313?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/9108435199078451313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/phrase-2-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/9108435199078451313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/9108435199078451313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/phrase-2-life-is.html' title='Phrase 2 - Life is'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3115253410658194480</id><published>2012-02-19T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T07:23:47.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Mural Doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bosVIch6_HM/T0AxTvHaXJI/AAAAAAAABPo/D8v__dcMduY/s1600/DSC03692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bosVIch6_HM/T0AxTvHaXJI/AAAAAAAABPo/D8v__dcMduY/s400/DSC03692.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People say, &lt;span class="st"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;paint mural on wall is another solution help you to relieve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from stress, sadness and negative emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-3115253410658194480?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3115253410658194480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/mural-doodle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3115253410658194480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3115253410658194480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/mural-doodle.html' title='Mural Doodle'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bosVIch6_HM/T0AxTvHaXJI/AAAAAAAABPo/D8v__dcMduY/s72-c/DSC03692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4078541804486018397</id><published>2012-02-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:04:21.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My Desk 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make over my desk at teacher's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week 1 ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike the color.huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a6.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-ash4/397784_223514357738527_100002398923210_476157_1499536933_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a6.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-ash4/397784_223514357738527_100002398923210_476157_1499536933_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;b&gt;Week 3, day 1 ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;New &lt;i&gt;sampul&lt;/i&gt;, woods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually love everything about bricks, woods for background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks historic and old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a1.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-snc7/407322_229120617177901_100002398923210_488015_575996256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a1.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-snc7/407322_229120617177901_100002398923210_488015_575996256_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;b&gt;Two days later ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put plastic on desk and add some stuffs. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a3.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-ash4/400186_230538943702735_100002398923210_491353_1688913356_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a3.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-ash4/400186_230538943702735_100002398923210_491353_1688913356_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy and inspire to work. :)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4078541804486018397?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4078541804486018397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-desk-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4078541804486018397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4078541804486018397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-desk-2.html' title='My Desk 2'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7430506228267891036</id><published>2012-02-06T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:50:25.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>Another Blog In Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two weeks at school and two interviews in two week. Actually I realize something big this time, that how important to have deep knowledge. How important to keep studying, reading and learning. How important for me as a teacher to upgrade my skills and my knowledge for me to teach students. I sometimes feel backwards, I feel like I missed a lot of things and &lt;span&gt;still need plenty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;Although the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;is running out. Am I too little too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to have those feeling. But it will come for a while and make me realize that I need to something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blog was the best platform for me to stay inspire and stay working. One of my real intention to write blog is to helps myself to pursue my offline world. I never realize that for all this while I pursue knowledge through blogging. In 2009, I want to keep drawing and learn art techniques, so I created an &lt;a href="http://www.artmusiccat.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ART blog&lt;/a&gt; and posted entries every weeks for myself to feel inspire. In 2009 also, as I want to keep remind myself to my relationship and so for us to keep appreciate each other, I created a blog about PLKN story. Last year, I created this blog for me to seek inspiration to compose art and to recover from art-blocked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And now, I make another blog for me to seek and add knowledge which is more to education and knowledge blog. This is a step from me, to upgrade my knowledge. Well, hopefully I will improve myself in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teacher-azah-skaliskala.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.teacher-azah-skaliskala.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ~ my other blog in making.&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/4656775016715606494-7430506228267891036?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7430506228267891036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-blog-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7430506228267891036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7430506228267891036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/another-blog-in-making.html' title='Another Blog In Making'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5735752657253707050</id><published>2012-02-03T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:24:24.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>Jealousy : Positive or Negative Competition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Melihat kejayaan orang lain sebagai motivasi.&lt;br /&gt;Melihat kebahagiaan orang lain sebagai satu inspirasi."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often received opinion from random persons I met in my life, that they should be envy to other person, so they will strive harder to develop themselves. They assumed it as positive competition. They think with that thought they would able to develop themselves one step forwards, if they keep up with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yes, I do envy with other successful, so I strive more to be better from them".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can indeed be accomplished by working hard to making oneself better. But why should we put the envious and jealousy in competition? That can be indeed make a competition worse. From positive competition, it will become a negative competition. Jealousy will bring your heart the negative thought, the envious will make you hate someone who better from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We only feel jealous when we think that we are in a direct competition with the person we are jealous of"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They envy with other people successful, included to their friends. They assumed it as positive competition just to develop selves. They felt truly backwards if they failed to chase the successful persons. Some of them managed to controlled their jealousy feeling and stayed in positive competition. Good for them. But some of them who too eager to be success, until willing to hurt their own friend, for them feel satisfied to be on top. Yes, the jealous person often compared themselves to other. They feel weak from other people, so to compete, they will try to bring the person they envy to the same level with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You still can develop yourself by compete with other person but it needed to remove the envious and jealousy to make it stay as positive competition. Change the perspective to a motivation or inspiration to be better. We all might feel jealous in our lives but that was our duty to understand and fix our jealousy problems. While others who failed to understand it and has no awareness to change that, only become envious and full of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/405379_221596991263597_100002398923210_471074_1776643203_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/405379_221596991263597_100002398923210_471074_1776643203_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Melihat kejayaan orang lain sebagai motivasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Melihat kebahagiaan orang lain sebagai satu inspirasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Maaf, saya tidak percaya dengan iri hati untuk menjadi lebih baik".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~azah&amp;nbsp; &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/4656775016715606494-5735752657253707050?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5735752657253707050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/jealousy-positive-or-negative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5735752657253707050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5735752657253707050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/jealousy-positive-or-negative.html' title='Jealousy : Positive or Negative Competition?'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5135883181802716547</id><published>2012-02-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:59:53.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv'/><title type='text'>Favorite Tv Show - Merlin 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n449FdtXDK4/TYdc9qp3WCI/AAAAAAAAUa8/CyVdWRJe3lU/s1600/merlin4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n449FdtXDK4/TYdc9qp3WCI/AAAAAAAAUa8/CyVdWRJe3lU/s320/merlin4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My current favorite tv show after &lt;a href="http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/rookie-blue.html" target="_blank"&gt;Rookie Blue&lt;/a&gt; is Merlin Season 4. I was a big fan of Merlin from season 1 to 3 and this year the season 4 was finally on showing at Diva Channel every Monday 9 p.m.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merlin 4 Synopsis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Uther dead, Arthur replaced his father to be King of Camelot. As Arthur became a King, he fight hard to be a good King. With helps from his old friends - Merlin, Gaius, Guinevere and his knights fights for Camelot protection from threats. Morgana continues to plot revenge on Camelot, and Agravaine, an uncle of Arthur who wanted to see Arthur die. Morgana also fight hard to find who was Emrys, a man who will kill her in her destiny. But can she discover it? That Emrys, the great sorcerer is Merlin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Merlin 4 have 13 episodes and so far I have watched&amp;nbsp; Episode 8th and can't wait for episode 9, to see Arthur propose Guinevere to be his wife. The skinny Collin Morgan still got me in the heart with his funny cute face and cute smile, This is an amazing story to watch and get serious and smile with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5135883181802716547?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5135883181802716547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/favorite-tv-show-merlin-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5135883181802716547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5135883181802716547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/02/favorite-tv-show-merlin-4.html' title='Favorite Tv Show - Merlin 4'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n449FdtXDK4/TYdc9qp3WCI/AAAAAAAAUa8/CyVdWRJe3lU/s72-c/merlin4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5239324395355167390</id><published>2012-01-31T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:44:42.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q1gcHAoR0o/TyfgINo-tZI/AAAAAAAABOQ/HWwaBbz8P_o/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q1gcHAoR0o/TyfgINo-tZI/AAAAAAAABOQ/HWwaBbz8P_o/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My desk at teacher room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still have big empty space and I dislike the color of sampul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huhu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely must do something to change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5239324395355167390?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5239324395355167390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-desk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5239324395355167390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5239324395355167390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-desk.html' title='My Desk'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q1gcHAoR0o/TyfgINo-tZI/AAAAAAAABOQ/HWwaBbz8P_o/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7018813731191735472</id><published>2012-01-29T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T07:07:22.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>History of Life #2 - Learn to be a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the most wonderful moment I have in my life when I have trusted friends. Though I have experienced bad moments at secondary school, being bullied, being stabbed, being laughed and being messed. But I feel amazing when I was 18, I begin to meet several persons who became my trusted friends till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"To have trusted friend, you must be a friend first." -Army Wives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why sometimes people don't want to be our friend? The first thing we must observe is ourselves, not observe someone else fault. When I was 18, I realize that I have some bad attitude that annoyed my friends. They loved me so they told me what was my problem. Sometimes, we thought that we have make everything perfect and good enough but sometimes, we failed to look closely the problem we have brought to other. Example, the attitude of hot tempered, selfishness, envious and dislike to concede. Friendship is a relationship between two or more persons, so to tolerance is important to keep the friendship ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that every person wanted to have a trusted friend. How independent are you, how strong and heartless are you, you still want someone who you could trust and be a real friend for you. Even when you already have boyfriend or girlfriend, or perfect siblings. You will want to have real friend. Not as a companion to shop, or as an ornament beside you, &lt;b&gt;but as friend that you can hope &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;and be together to pursuing life.&lt;/b&gt; You will always wanted a real friend, not a follower isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you already have one or two trusted friends, appreciate them and never do something if you dislike they do the same to you. It is pathetic when you already have one, and you hurt them without any reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264600_236733676343349_100000201540272_1197890_3478236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264600_236733676343349_100000201540272_1197890_3478236_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A real friend do fight, but they forgive and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&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/4656775016715606494-7018813731191735472?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7018813731191735472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-of-life-2-learn-to-be-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7018813731191735472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7018813731191735472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-of-life-2-learn-to-be-friend.html' title='History of Life #2 - Learn to be a Friend'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7147434320569906119</id><published>2012-01-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T22:59:00.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to my friend's wedding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was my friend when I was Form 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZPuL2hFd24/TyQKk8o8YGI/AAAAAAAABN4/7Ae1lTUuugQ/s1600/DSC03590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZPuL2hFd24/TyQKk8o8YGI/AAAAAAAABN4/7Ae1lTUuugQ/s400/DSC03590.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NezPinB87tI/TyQKnlr0k9I/AAAAAAAABOA/fpuGRdiZ_lo/s1600/DSC03592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NezPinB87tI/TyQKnlr0k9I/AAAAAAAABOA/fpuGRdiZ_lo/s400/DSC03592.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is nurse married to police officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May God bless them. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-7147434320569906119?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7147434320569906119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7147434320569906119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7147434320569906119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-wedding.html' title='Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZPuL2hFd24/TyQKk8o8YGI/AAAAAAAABN4/7Ae1lTUuugQ/s72-c/DSC03590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2835207380023182088</id><published>2012-01-28T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:02:02.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Mara Interview &amp; Penang Short-travelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5pCz6xoLQ0/TyLG45cJ4lI/AAAAAAAABIo/1PQ0WuANw6U/s1600/DSC03474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5pCz6xoLQ0/TyLG45cJ4lI/AAAAAAAABIo/1PQ0WuANw6U/s400/DSC03474.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have interview for MRSM teacher with MARA at Institut Latihan Kecemerlangan Mara at Sungai Jawi, Pulau Penang. So last Tuesday I went to Butterworth and stayed at my friend's place. We studied together at night for inteview preparation. We wanted to try this interview and assumed it as our experience to prepare our big interview with Suruhanjaya Perkhidmatan Awam next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From Bertam, we, five intended teachers and my father's friend drove us to Sungai Jawi in 35 minutes. We arrived at 9.30 a.m.. My friend and I went early and registered in one group (6peoples). Then we entered in one room as a group in front of three panels. We have given several questions and everyone have chance to speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about history course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huraikan bentuk-bentuk penentangan orang Melayu terhadap penjajahan British.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengapa orang British mudah masuk ke Tanah Melayu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengapa orang British menganggap wira Melayu sebagai pemberontak?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nyatakan kelebihan diri anda sebagai guru sejarah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My other friends got questions about &lt;i&gt;DEB, Sejarah Penubuhan Malaysia&lt;/i&gt; and anything related to Malay history. We have been interviewed in 30-45 minutes. No &lt;i&gt;ikhtisas&lt;/i&gt; and current issues questions like we expected. My counseling got theories questions and they needed to speak in English why they wanted to be MRSM teacher. The interviews ongoing from 25-27 January 2012 and almost 1200 intended teachers came for interviews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlGuBC0O4q0/TyLHh78luUI/AAAAAAAABIw/pHOYE6Uxd8M/s1600/DSC03476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlGuBC0O4q0/TyLHh78luUI/AAAAAAAABIw/pHOYE6Uxd8M/s400/DSC03476.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We, five intended teachers finished our interviews at 12 p.m.. Then my friend's father brought us to Penang and have a short-travelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hARbUaE3-IA/TyNA1pQhgnI/AAAAAAAABJA/_cA6juw4lCk/s1600/DSC03491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hARbUaE3-IA/TyNA1pQhgnI/AAAAAAAABJA/_cA6juw4lCk/s400/DSC03491.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MUqaG_lHBo/TyNHou0uv1I/AAAAAAAABJY/-2iIk1zRYcA/s1600/DSC03486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MUqaG_lHBo/TyNHou0uv1I/AAAAAAAABJY/-2iIk1zRYcA/s400/DSC03486.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shot on ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQwTik9iaCg/TyNAJn-fOAI/AAAAAAAABI4/v1yN-qqwK8k/s1600/DSC03547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQwTik9iaCg/TyNAJn-fOAI/AAAAAAAABI4/v1yN-qqwK8k/s400/DSC03547.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shots at Padang Mahkota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbkmZxQjbv0/TyNCXYBZeDI/AAAAAAAABJI/CWGcVnD-bDs/s1600/DSC03510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GbkmZxQjbv0/TyNCXYBZeDI/AAAAAAAABJI/CWGcVnD-bDs/s400/DSC03510.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYb2HXKFMRE/TyNMVahwXOI/AAAAAAAABJ4/yohnvF91k9I/s1600/DSC03521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xYb2HXKFMRE/TyNMVahwXOI/AAAAAAAABJ4/yohnvF91k9I/s400/DSC03521.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cenotaph for glorious dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEWgI2O0EmE/TyNMnRXZPvI/AAAAAAAABKA/Q4vSbpxw8a4/s1600/DSC03504.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEWgI2O0EmE/TyNMnRXZPvI/AAAAAAAABKA/Q4vSbpxw8a4/s400/DSC03504.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJppLlJdrxY/TyNJ6uddfDI/AAAAAAAABJw/aMnvVSnYUpE/s1600/DSC03511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJppLlJdrxY/TyNJ6uddfDI/AAAAAAAABJw/aMnvVSnYUpE/s400/DSC03511.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zN5dv9jWrVQ/TyNOilF3ViI/AAAAAAAABKQ/22aKVHMTaXA/s1600/DSC03509.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zN5dv9jWrVQ/TyNOilF3ViI/AAAAAAAABKQ/22aKVHMTaXA/s1600/DSC03509.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIAK6ENePck/TyNOx9oW3zI/AAAAAAAABKY/LL6UZYlVM4M/s1600/DSC03518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIAK6ENePck/TyNOx9oW3zI/AAAAAAAABKY/LL6UZYlVM4M/s1600/DSC03518.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx2OhQG7k48/TyNRsujsdAI/AAAAAAAABKo/Z0S6-YKj_0E/s1600/DSC03519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx2OhQG7k48/TyNRsujsdAI/AAAAAAAABKo/Z0S6-YKj_0E/s400/DSC03519.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIZBN4vXVkk/TyNRyukjfDI/AAAAAAAABKw/jNVD3zFxyVg/s1600/DSC03514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIZBN4vXVkk/TyNRyukjfDI/AAAAAAAABKw/jNVD3zFxyVg/s400/DSC03514.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penang Trishaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMqBQecip1o/TyNR6cWEAiI/AAAAAAAABK4/PdcZ7cN9ZWk/s1600/DSC03529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMqBQecip1o/TyNR6cWEAiI/AAAAAAAABK4/PdcZ7cN9ZWk/s400/DSC03529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taman Kota Lama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---rWMX9rxac/TyNVnibFFWI/AAAAAAAABLA/lr3_6U2ZAJM/s1600/DSC03535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---rWMX9rxac/TyNVnibFFWI/AAAAAAAABLA/lr3_6U2ZAJM/s400/DSC03535.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub8jfVQ2BZ4/TyNVrhjDfgI/AAAAAAAABLI/h_DgqmHzxDg/s1600/DSC03533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub8jfVQ2BZ4/TyNVrhjDfgI/AAAAAAAABLI/h_DgqmHzxDg/s320/DSC03533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olPqslY9qyw/TyNWeIvU9BI/AAAAAAAABLY/qFDxQ1w33dU/s1600/DSC03505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olPqslY9qyw/TyNWeIvU9BI/AAAAAAAABLY/qFDxQ1w33dU/s320/DSC03505.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2mxbuwcE5xI/TyNVvSgTArI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O0PgRY9y1jM/s1600/DSC03530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2mxbuwcE5xI/TyNVvSgTArI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O0PgRY9y1jM/s320/DSC03530.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f9rqs79OLs/TyNYItYghcI/AAAAAAAABLg/QI6WC1sfYuI/s1600/DSC03537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4f9rqs79OLs/TyNYItYghcI/AAAAAAAABLg/QI6WC1sfYuI/s400/DSC03537.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you come to Padang Mahkota,&lt;br /&gt;it's recommended to try &lt;i&gt;Pasembur.&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-oS1XTRWzs/TyNYMwcMx3I/AAAAAAAABLo/pL4HNS48lUc/s1600/DSC03541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-oS1XTRWzs/TyNYMwcMx3I/AAAAAAAABLo/pL4HNS48lUc/s320/DSC03541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pick anything you liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD5GO9kBVAM/TyNYPNwog1I/AAAAAAAABLw/3-47OSxorSA/s1600/DSC03544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD5GO9kBVAM/TyNYPNwog1I/AAAAAAAABLw/3-47OSxorSA/s320/DSC03544.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and eat like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUUZn9_956Y/TyNY8VpKcRI/AAAAAAAABL4/zfBQ74XiQOI/s1600/DSC03545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUUZn9_956Y/TyNY8VpKcRI/AAAAAAAABL4/zfBQ74XiQOI/s400/DSC03545.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friend's father drove us around Penang and back to home.&lt;br /&gt;This is few shots I took from moving car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oe3tLSFKO4E/TyNbX5XUDKI/AAAAAAAABMI/62rNmxPBEdw/s1600/DSC03551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oe3tLSFKO4E/TyNbX5XUDKI/AAAAAAAABMI/62rNmxPBEdw/s400/DSC03551.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUCsyu0aajE/TyNbQdiMi0I/AAAAAAAABMA/8Yyyw39B7oI/s1600/DSC03549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iUCsyu0aajE/TyNbQdiMi0I/AAAAAAAABMA/8Yyyw39B7oI/s400/DSC03549.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15vyp_dQRfQ/TyNbcnkgxvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/PMj_eJhivKs/s1600/DSC03553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15vyp_dQRfQ/TyNbcnkgxvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/PMj_eJhivKs/s400/DSC03553.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tilt is art. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4x6XKXBTpM/TyNbg73cqNI/AAAAAAAABMY/XQRAnMtERZs/s1600/DSC03554.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4x6XKXBTpM/TyNbg73cqNI/AAAAAAAABMY/XQRAnMtERZs/s400/DSC03554.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Penang town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Owbrz-SJgzc/TyNbvE7F_DI/AAAAAAAABMw/AjBw0ghGCFc/s1600/DSC03556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Owbrz-SJgzc/TyNbvE7F_DI/AAAAAAAABMw/AjBw0ghGCFc/s400/DSC03556.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8xPBzebF4s/TyNb0M_1IwI/AAAAAAAABM4/0IuUOOo1VG0/s1600/DSC03557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8xPBzebF4s/TyNb0M_1IwI/AAAAAAAABM4/0IuUOOo1VG0/s400/DSC03557.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhcXHtP5S84/TyNb5G8_d-I/AAAAAAAABNA/nPhkRzCk030/s1600/DSC03560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UhcXHtP5S84/TyNb5G8_d-I/AAAAAAAABNA/nPhkRzCk030/s400/DSC03560.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-3YBerTNSc/TyNhJ42aldI/AAAAAAAABNg/BmF1gW8w92g/s1600/DSC03561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-3YBerTNSc/TyNhJ42aldI/AAAAAAAABNg/BmF1gW8w92g/s400/DSC03561.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1juZ5l0XGg/TyNhaGznu5I/AAAAAAAABNo/XBGRzHtr7CA/s1600/DSC03562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1juZ5l0XGg/TyNhaGznu5I/AAAAAAAABNo/XBGRzHtr7CA/s400/DSC03562.JPG" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhBJMRCLGLA/TyNhghDTHiI/AAAAAAAABNw/dbl7HHLvlYo/s1600/DSC03564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QhBJMRCLGLA/TyNhghDTHiI/AAAAAAAABNw/dbl7HHLvlYo/s400/DSC03564.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Penang bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniable, Penang have many uniqueness historical buildings,&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy taking pictures there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4656775016715606494-2835207380023182088?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2835207380023182088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/mara-interview-penang-short-travelled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2835207380023182088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2835207380023182088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/mara-interview-penang-short-travelled.html' title='Mara Interview &amp; Penang Short-travelled'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5pCz6xoLQ0/TyLG45cJ4lI/AAAAAAAABIo/1PQ0WuANw6U/s72-c/DSC03474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7128272524267765734</id><published>2012-01-27T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:06:55.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Phrase.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;"Melihat kejayaan orang lain sebagai motivasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: right;"&gt;Melihat kebahagiaan orang lain sebagai satu inspirasi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-7128272524267765734?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7128272524267765734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7128272524267765734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7128272524267765734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/phrase1.html' title='Phrase.1'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5132679978523150806</id><published>2012-01-23T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:51:31.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>See A Problem in Positive Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many times your heart been broken, been torn apart, been shredded? By who? Strangers, friends, enemies? I guess it all happen usually to us everyday, from small matter to big matter. But what is truly matter is how we look at our problems and issues. Do you always bring up the small problem like a germ to the most biggest issue in the world or you just sees the big problem like a small matter for you? Tell your mother, tell your father, complain and mutter about problems that never end in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been broken-hearted in the whole 20 years, since my own father left me when I was five. I truly torn apart every time my teachers&amp;nbsp; ordered me to fill a personal particulars of father in student prospectus. But I stopped look at it as big issue since a long time ago and yes the issue still there but I move on. We can't have happy time everyday. Problems and issues will always there. The only different is only how we deal with it. Do you let yourself in anger zone because of you thought you have the biggest problem in the world? Remember, if you deal the problem with anger, it could destructive and harm your personal life. You may find yourself alone and no friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It could be worse when you look at your problem in negative side and you start to curse and blame everyone else. Probably you wish they will befall disaster and take revenge. But clearly, your problem still ongoing. The only solution to deal with problem is see a problem in a positive side. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be optimistic&lt;/b&gt; - Impeachment at workplace is a chance for you to ripen and increase your skills. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stand for your right&lt;/b&gt; - You can come clean to clear the problem but after evaluate the goodness and badness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be accountable and responsible&lt;/b&gt; - Don't blame the problems in your life on other people, don't always believe that you are always right. The only person who controlled your life is only yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;/b&gt; - The brilliant person is a person who could forgive other people sincerely. But if you realize that was your mistake, it wasn't bad at all if you apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move on&lt;/b&gt; - When you upset just move on, walkaway immediately. Don't see so much details on issue. Bringing up the small issue is a disaster of your personal life. You probably choose to come clean, but you must be responsible for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be intense and quick temper&lt;/b&gt; - Don't quickly angry if you have trouble or problem. Think it slowly and ask someone else opinion about it. If you let yourself be intense and failed to control you temper, you likely find yourself alone, because no one like to be with grumpy. It's recommended for you to stay calm and relax when you deal with the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't hold grudges, and take revenge &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Other can do anything bad to you, let them be. But you must never do something bad to other. If clearly they do something terrible for you, you probably mad. You could think many solutions to solve it but never take revenge to other. If you do so, you clearly similar with people you hate. Don't wish bad thing happen to other, but wish someday they will realize about it.&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem is an impeachment for us to learn from mistake. If you let yourself fall because of small matter, you just weak yourself. See the problem in small matter, see them in positive side.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't detrimental or unprofitable for us, despite it can re-created attitude and constructed body resistance to be immune from life problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5132679978523150806?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5132679978523150806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-problem-in-positive-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5132679978523150806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5132679978523150806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-problem-in-positive-side.html' title='See A Problem in Positive Side'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1999194888464095245</id><published>2012-01-22T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:36:43.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Week 1 on School - Setting My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't receive my teaching schedule this week. So I was bored and nothing much to do at school on my first week. So I cut few little cards and bring to school. I went to library and read history books. I found books about illustrated history. Quite interesting and I start doodling. When I relief other teacher in classes, I shared my little cards to students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLFGAnRv0FU/TxiRmz9dMkI/AAAAAAAABHg/R02OBxqgisU/s400/A2791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's ironic, something unpredictable for me to return to my old school. A school I left about 8 years ago never turned back. I intended not to reveal who I was actually at first day because I would like to be treat like other without they know who I was. But when I looked at my teachers, I felt guilty not to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel awkward a little bit to return to teaching profession. From designing job to teaching job, I guess lot of homework I need to do. Setting back my head programs. Lot books, lot knowledge and lot experiences. Especially when I have two big interviews in the next two weeks. From laziness last year, I hope this year will be productive year for me. Yes, undeniable I feel tense and stress with hectic life, but what matter for me when I can get over it with controlling emotions and actions. It means, I feel success when I can let myself enjoy in those kind of situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I aim to upgrade my teaching skills, read more academic books, control the emotion intelligence, keep compose arts, and keep learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-1999194888464095245?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1999194888464095245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-1-on-school-setting-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1999194888464095245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1999194888464095245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-1-on-school-setting-my-head.html' title='Week 1 on School - Setting My Head'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nLFGAnRv0FU/TxiRmz9dMkI/AAAAAAAABHg/R02OBxqgisU/s72-c/A2791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5103150764787839878</id><published>2012-01-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:03:08.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>History of Life #1 - Learned To Smile</title><content type='html'>Something old about myself. When I was eighteen I got some issue about smile, I don't smile on camera. Indeed, I make straight face without any smile and putted some serious muscle on my face. When I was in National Service, my friends asked me to smile. But I just failed.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you don't smile?" They asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, I dislike it" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I don't have beautiful smile.." I closed the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened all the time. One day, I met someone who have same problem with me. He never smiled to anyone, to camera, to girls except his male friends. My friends told me that he always been serious and never smiled. "He's weird" I said. "Yeah, he is. But you weird too..", my friend teased me. I looked at my friend and like what? I kept think about it all nights, treasured all the questions. The day after that, I met him again. My friend asked me to greet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You try la. Who know he will smile at you back. But remember not to fall in love with him. Haha. But he's quite cute..", my friend giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never, ever. Fall to him? No..no.. Okay, I'll try to say hi to him", my voice vibrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked slowly, headed to him. I waited the right moment and when he walk in front of me. I just, mmmm.. "Hi.." I sounded nervous. His eyes unlocked and low, but he spontaneously replied me.."Hi.." too. I unintentionally smiled, as if I won the gold medal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I won the medal gold? No. He never smiled at me. I met him so many times but still he stayed with his cold face. "Why is he not smile?" I wondered. "Maybe he is so poyo and weird?", my friend answered. "But I see something in him, in his serious face...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I spent a beautiful evening in a dorm. We looked at our pictures at beach, camp and bus. "Hey Azah, you smiled in this picture! Look, it's beautiful.".. I looked at our pictures and I saw him in our picture. Did I smiled because of him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I left my notebook to him. Our national service almost reached at tail-end. And in 3 months I knew him, I wasn't sure if he know my name. Suddenly, he came to me and returned my notebook. I looked at him, natural face no tight muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my notebook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Azah, I like your smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did smiled to me for the very first time. My friend noticed that, "Azah, he just smiled at you!".... Since that day, I began to smile. Smile to camera, to people, to bad day and to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned - it never need to have beautiful face to have beautiful smile. But it certainly wasted if you don't smile when you can be look so good in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5103150764787839878?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5103150764787839878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-of-life-1-learned-to-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5103150764787839878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5103150764787839878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-of-life-1-learned-to-smile.html' title='History of Life #1 - Learned To Smile'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2740283349362184182</id><published>2012-01-14T07:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:26:48.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Resign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrxIzgFPDGI/TxC71mLyJ6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/H_2tIMfWeQY/s1600/141020111768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrxIzgFPDGI/TxC71mLyJ6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/H_2tIMfWeQY/s320/141020111768.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today will be my last day working here.&lt;br /&gt;After almost 4 months,&lt;br /&gt;I finally resign my job as Graphic Designer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2740283349362184182?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2740283349362184182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/resign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2740283349362184182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2740283349362184182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/resign.html' title='Resign'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrxIzgFPDGI/TxC71mLyJ6I/AAAAAAAABHQ/H_2tIMfWeQY/s72-c/141020111768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5207888208792830858</id><published>2012-01-11T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:29:17.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>Judge By Appearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no idea why several persons judged a person by appearance only. What clothes they wear, what style they brought or what looks they have? In my personal opinion, I don't think that is a good idea to stereotype people by appearance only. I actually don't understand it. This world is big and complex, every peoples are individuals and full with variation of attitudes, skills and colors, though they wore the same dresses. If you judge a person by appearance only, it could show you live in a small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The real world wasn't a fiction like the world in television. In television, the angel face played a good role. In real world, we don't need innocent face to have good attitude. They may have a devil face, but have a good heart. That is why in real world we shouldn't judge a person by their looks only. But if you did, now I know you live in a box of television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, how to judge a person? By instinct? (Read my view-&lt;a href="http://little-darkstar.blogspot.com/2011/12/trust-your-instinct.html"&gt;how to trust your instinct&lt;/a&gt;). By books? By Degree? Or by Mercedes? If you say yes, you are exactly live in a small world and in television. Huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believe me, no one like to be judged. Especially during the first meet. It such like a book being judged by his cover only. Yeah, the book have no heart, but human did have it. The best way to judge a person is by their behaviour - how they respect you and other peoples. Look how they respect other people, especially to older or younger and look what they comment about their enemies, how they handle their anger. Why I say "respect" because respect is the key of tranquility in all relations. I mean, if someone lack of respect, who want to be with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But still it is complicated to stereotype which is good or which is not. Because we are all human beings. To label a person in bad and good wasn't easy like tag a person in Facebook. Everyone make mistake included myself. That is why we were encouraged to learn, to read to analyse. To learn what? Learn from life and experiences, cultures and learn from mistakes. To judge and stereotype people because you think they can't fit your 'beautiful appearance', is actually the act of stiffnecked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s : - Favorite quote "Judge them not by appearances or what other people said, but how they treat and respect you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5207888208792830858?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5207888208792830858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/judge-by-appearance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5207888208792830858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5207888208792830858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/judge-by-appearance.html' title='Judge By Appearance'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1020385796572987392</id><published>2012-01-10T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:28:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Raise Your Cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stop my steps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and look at you.&lt;br /&gt;I raise my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;and lower my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;if you wordlessly, I could talk.&lt;br /&gt;I stealthily see your cheek from the edge,&lt;br /&gt;and waiting it raise like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is needlessly to say hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;It is needlessly call me with nicest voice.&lt;br /&gt;It is needlessly those brilliant words,&lt;br /&gt;It is needlessly to have good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I wait with faith,&lt;br /&gt;to see your cheek to raise &lt;br /&gt;like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTLH7eOvDyI/TwvEa5gm_3I/AAAAAAAABG4/aRrpbhcLQ1I/s1600/292264_177907508949082_100001895027995_432579_2340640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTLH7eOvDyI/TwvEa5gm_3I/AAAAAAAABG4/aRrpbhcLQ1I/s400/292264_177907508949082_100001895027995_432579_2340640_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-1020385796572987392?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1020385796572987392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/raise-your-cheek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1020385796572987392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1020385796572987392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/raise-your-cheek.html' title='Raise Your Cheek'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTLH7eOvDyI/TwvEa5gm_3I/AAAAAAAABG4/aRrpbhcLQ1I/s72-c/292264_177907508949082_100001895027995_432579_2340640_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4910880765271683246</id><published>2012-01-10T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:31:41.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Mengkuang Dam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From my last travel last December 2011, my friend brought me to visit the beautiful lake at her hometown. She knew I always love the view of green. After lunched at Kapitan Perda, she with her nephew and I went to Tasek Mengkuang Dam at Penanti, Bukit Mertajam, Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvFSmIq1Q7E/Twr39-H5WII/AAAAAAAABE4/TLzusE1qVXI/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvFSmIq1Q7E/Twr39-H5WII/AAAAAAAABE4/TLzusE1qVXI/s400/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tasek Mengkuang Dam or Empangan Mengkuang was officially opened by the former Governor, Dr. Tun Awang Bin Hassanin 1985. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mengkuang_Dam"&gt;source:&lt;/a&gt;). It is an artificial lake which was the largest dam at Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WNDxUuzmMU/Twr-pB0fjVI/AAAAAAAABFA/5OC-qIzjwc8/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WNDxUuzmMU/Twr-pB0fjVI/AAAAAAAABFA/5OC-qIzjwc8/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry. Blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mengkuang Dam popular as a place for recreation. People come for jogging, trekking, hiking, playing badminton, soccer, feeding fish, and also for wedding photography. The beautiful landscape and greenish view of Mengkuang Dam make lot of brides come for wedding shoots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_nuTkTaYLU/TwuGDnbZ9TI/AAAAAAAABFw/_joVZ9xnIQ4/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_nuTkTaYLU/TwuGDnbZ9TI/AAAAAAAABFw/_joVZ9xnIQ4/s400/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I visited Mengkuang Dam twice, at evening and morning. If you were there, you could see the different view at Mengkuang Dam between evening and morning. There was lot of people come at morning for jogging with friends and family. I could see tens of cars at park area at around 6-8 a.m. There are two treks for jogging, one is a 2 kilometers trek surround the dam and another one is a trek traversing wood. Many people choose to jog at a trek surround the dam because of the landscape and view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDTvjTxXF1k/TwuHCNLreDI/AAAAAAAABF4/-QH1JfUjoHE/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDTvjTxXF1k/TwuHCNLreDI/AAAAAAAABF4/-QH1JfUjoHE/s400/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend and his nephew at first trek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oShjIdbl-tY/TwuIC0EeRuI/AAAAAAAABGA/uvUuOVdfA8c/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oShjIdbl-tY/TwuIC0EeRuI/AAAAAAAABGA/uvUuOVdfA8c/s400/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lc55MVt5sW0/TwuIjDsBGLI/AAAAAAAABGI/SzQzf_tdB3s/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lc55MVt5sW0/TwuIjDsBGLI/AAAAAAAABGI/SzQzf_tdB3s/s400/6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-446INm9VHSc/TwuJ0lnKV_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/OEHWllsIjBI/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-446INm9VHSc/TwuJ0lnKV_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/OEHWllsIjBI/s400/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end of first trek, you could went downstairs approach lake. You could enjoy the view closer and feed the fish. There were lot of fish, the best food to feed the fishes is plain bread. Fishes at Mengkuang Dam was smaller than fishes I have seen at City Park Seremban, Negeri Sembilan. So big and 'kuat makan'. But still I adore the view of Mengkuang, cold and fresh. If I stay here, of course this place will be my favorite place for jogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shI7a5luQyE/TwuLEe66RNI/AAAAAAAABGY/qcg7drOktZw/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shI7a5luQyE/TwuLEe66RNI/AAAAAAAABGY/qcg7drOktZw/s400/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbazcv-MwPc/TwuLptZxWPI/AAAAAAAABGo/bZT_eYDwhcQ/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbazcv-MwPc/TwuLptZxWPI/AAAAAAAABGo/bZT_eYDwhcQ/s400/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugyMXH9qvnY/TwuMPS_rv6I/AAAAAAAABGw/WgBLiNGjF6k/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ugyMXH9qvnY/TwuMPS_rv6I/AAAAAAAABGw/WgBLiNGjF6k/s400/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tips : &lt;br /&gt;If you want to come here for jogging or hiking, please choose the trek surround dam, don't go to trek traversing wood. Especially when you are female and alone.  &lt;br /&gt;If you intend to feed the fishes, buy plain breads at retail at your place. There is no retail available near at Mengkuang Dam. &lt;br /&gt;Toilet available at Mengkuang Dam and free. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Bring your camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4910880765271683246?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4910880765271683246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/mengkuang-dam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4910880765271683246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4910880765271683246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/mengkuang-dam.html' title='Mengkuang Dam'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvFSmIq1Q7E/Twr39-H5WII/AAAAAAAABE4/TLzusE1qVXI/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4649155667722815327</id><published>2012-01-08T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:35:41.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Energized</title><content type='html'>Today, I refused to help my mother at her shop. Because I intended to stay at home today and attempted to doodling! I think I'm getting smart in divide job at office and a job as freelancer. Well, seriously new year resolution has given me a new strength to focus on both jobs. So this month actually I have promised to myself to work harder. Not push myself too much. But focus more and appreciate every single things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it was very long time I don't draw by hand. Since I work, I often used tablet and mouse. But when I draw, I don't have problem and still okay in hand-drawing. In fact, when I see the result, I feel alive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSsipPMnuj0/Twlw3UYV5-I/AAAAAAAABEI/liMbx24JcI8/s1600/A2691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSsipPMnuj0/Twlw3UYV5-I/AAAAAAAABEI/liMbx24JcI8/s400/A2691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4649155667722815327?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4649155667722815327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/energized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4649155667722815327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4649155667722815327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/energized.html' title='Energized'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSsipPMnuj0/Twlw3UYV5-I/AAAAAAAABEI/liMbx24JcI8/s72-c/A2691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2585255107367364283</id><published>2012-01-08T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:35:21.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Break and Away</title><content type='html'>Hush from noises,&lt;br /&gt;only words play their part.&lt;br /&gt;Remind us to the day we met,&lt;br /&gt;forgotten the days we knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth seems-less-ly appear,&lt;br /&gt;and every false was presented,&lt;br /&gt;to satisfy a stubborn heart,&lt;br /&gt;unintended to breakaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush from voices,&lt;br /&gt;only poem sing his part.&lt;br /&gt;Remind myself to be brave, &lt;br /&gt;be sincere and not be falsified.&lt;br /&gt;To untangle, to clear, and to disappear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break and away from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2585255107367364283?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2585255107367364283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/break-and-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2585255107367364283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2585255107367364283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/break-and-away.html' title='Break and Away'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7400418954060177487</id><published>2012-01-07T07:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T19:34:37.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><title type='text'>10 Question to ask Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had posted this entry last 20 December 2010 in my art blog. A year has passed me by. But when I read back, it reminds myself to who I was, my dreams, my values, my plans in future and people who influenced my life. I knew this is reason why I blogged for, to keep reminding myself to be better person everyday, to learn and to inspired. Well, I hope you enjoy my old writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 question to ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) If you could do anything you want to tomorrow, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I plan to complete doodle commissions. I want to do my exercise routine (jump rope, calisthenics). I want to wash my hair. Sit at home with my cousin and cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What are your core values?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect (I believe respect is good thing in humanity, I do respect peoples) &lt;br /&gt;Humble (Humble is the key to avoid from being arrogant. I found a good article &lt;a href="http://resepirahsiaku.blogspot.com/2010/12/tujuh-kaedah-kenali-orang-sombong-dan.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;Honesty (I don't like fakes or lies. I prefer to be honest and come clean. its much easier right) &lt;br /&gt;Equitable (I dislike unfair things, especially when it happen to someone else. I will stand up) &lt;br /&gt;Love (I dislike war, I love peace and freedom) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) What are your special talents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing (Even I might not really good enough but it was the best gift I ever got). &lt;br /&gt;I'm a guitar's beginner player (I learn guitar form the last 2 years ago, not really good, but just playing with heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) What do you do better than most people you know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't know because I never compare myself with anyone. I love challenge myself to better than I ever. My friend did asked this question too, and she said "We may unable to get great achievement if we don't compete with someone else"... I do agree with that but I prefer not to set my mind to do something better than peoples but doing something to better than myself and I believe I still can achieve success :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) What were your dreams as a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids, we have so much dreams. I did too. I dream to be cartoonist, to show and share my drawings to the world. Once I dream to be a teacher (I never think to be history teacher..hehe). Erm, I did dream to have boyfriend and get married, living on small home at small village. (Kecil2 da pandai pasang impian ni.hehe). I dreams to play guitar, to sew Eid Clothes for my family, to be good cooker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What is the thing you are most proud of accomplishing in your life so far?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly proud with myself when I have changed myself to be more patience, maturer and wiser to make decisions in my life. Getting in University have given me much experiences either in bad ways or good. I have changed to be better person, I managed to lost weight, controlling my emotion, think positive, not easily piss off, more calm, brave and I managed to solve all issues in my life by just being honest and true. I proud with myself because I have changed myself inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess too that I have accomplished my goal by completed the thesis for my final year project. Writing about Campa History and get inspired to create doodles about this Kingdom. But I know my journey still have a long long way to go and so much things I need to do to achieve my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) What will you regret not doing in your life if you continue as you are now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do regret once with selecting History as my course in teaching field. At the early first and second year, I was confused with the road I have choose in my life. I regret not to choose Art as my course since school. But when I was in final year, I finally realize that I did choose the right course. I still can learn art by history, currently I learn my doodles from my history books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8) What do you want people to say about you after you are no longer living? What is your legacy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, actually what I wanted peoples say about me when I'm gone is I want they know that this girl have failed once before in her life but she keep up her steps, back on her track and finally manage to achieve her goals just by listen to her heart. But what the most I wanted peoples to say after I'm no longer living is I want they remember me as a Campa Doodler. I hope with my venture to bring out the Campa Doodles, will always meant to them (esp. to Campa peoples). My legacy to them is my hand-drawn of Campa Doodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9) What do you want to do when you retire?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want takecare of my family. Tell my children and my grandchildren about my experiences. I want spend my last time with my beloved one. I want continue drawing, teaching kid about the art I have learn in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Outside of parents who influenced your life more than anyone else; who had an impact on your life and what was it about that person that meant something to you?  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write down their names :)&lt;br /&gt;Fizan - He is my best friend. He had impact me the most in my life. Everytime I want to give up, he show me the way and he teach me how to be strong, to be immune from pain. I admire him so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLKN members - When I  was 17, I'm almost giving up with my life and suddenly I have been recall to join national service. I found lot of good friends there. They teach me how to be strong, how to love myself and we are still connecting till now. Joining plkn is the best thing in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abidah Abd Majid - She is my best friend since school. She is my beautiful friend (sometimes she said she is cold instead, hehe). When we are sitting together, we can't stop talking. She and I, we both can chat about anything include the unexplanation things. She always give me pep talks with her way. She had influence me to be what I am now (though she never realize) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are three peoples who influence me the most in life. I love them like my gadgets..hehe&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An entry from my &lt;a href="http://artmusiccat.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-questions-to-ask-yourself.html"&gt;art blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-7400418954060177487?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7400418954060177487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-question-to-ask-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7400418954060177487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7400418954060177487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-question-to-ask-yourself.html' title='10 Question to ask Yourself'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7559316059894965739</id><published>2012-01-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:14:31.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Pudu Sentral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My last visited Terminal Puduraya in 2010. After Pudu was closed in April 2010 for renovation work, I used to get bus service at Bukit Jalil Bus Station, Central Market and Hentian Putra. In April 2011, Pudu was re-opened and re-named as Pudu Sentral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-femHUtrojCY/TwRNSWg7-hI/AAAAAAAABDc/BZmyKu3AY5o/s1600/A2542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-femHUtrojCY/TwRNSWg7-hI/AAAAAAAABDc/BZmyKu3AY5o/s320/A2542.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, last December 2011, I traveled to Bukit Mertajam, my best friend's hometown and it brought myself to the new of Pudu Sentral because I needed to get bus service to Butterworth. I was alone and knew nothing about Pudu Sentral. The old Pudu I remembered was dark, crowded and hunted. It wasn't comfortable to be at a place like that. The day before I went Pudu, I googled little info and pictures of Pudu. I got video of Pudu stucture. It helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CE40hRwZPzY/TwTiuctUlOI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZnSG11HvxXk/s1600/A2543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CE40hRwZPzY/TwTiuctUlOI/AAAAAAAABDo/ZnSG11HvxXk/s400/A2543.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A new Pudu was different, tidy, bright and beautiful. But what concerned me was ticket touts. When I got there it surprised me because I seen no touts but there was lot of security guards and Polices everywhere. When I thought everything just fine, I relieved and went to official ticket counter to buy a ticket. It shocked me when they hoist the ticket price from RM31 to RM40. The only reason they gave to me because of we bought ticket on the spot. Everyone also experienced the same. I realized they was tout of counter ticket. Such crappy way to earn more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I was informed for wait my bus at 3.30 p.m. at waiting area. When I was waiting the time to get in bus, I grab my book and read. Then I seen a man hold the mic with a cameraman. I look closely and realize they must be a tv3 crews. They interviewed people and people complained the same issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZi8wsd8FIc/TwWmkJkLgAI/AAAAAAAABEA/eoiU63XXdzE/s1600/A2549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZi8wsd8FIc/TwWmkJkLgAI/AAAAAAAABEA/eoiU63XXdzE/s400/A2549.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When time was exactly at 3.30 p.m. and I was afraid the lateness of bus arrival. So I went again to counter. And they told me that the bus was late. I wait and wait. Finally at 4.30 p.m. a man asked me to board bus. When I got on bus, I sit and lay my back. I hear the driver and his partner mumble about the excessive of bus passengers. There was several passenger who bought a ticket a week before, but couldn't make to board bus because bus was full. Soon I realize at counter they just sale the tickets with unlimited. So no wonder there was some people couldn't get into bus though they have tickets. Included myself because I was told by driver that my bus should be 3.30 p.m. but those bus was full. So they let me board bus at 4.30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Really? Horrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They said, do not worry, if no bus for you, &lt;i&gt;abang&lt;/i&gt; will send you to home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After more than 5 hours on bus, I finally arrived at Butterworth and my friend picked me up. I told her about it. Yeah we mumble too, but atleast, an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tips :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Buy a ticket a day before especially during a festive seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Bring your own food and water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Bring book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also experienced little perplexity during at LRT which recently have use token replaced card. I was blurred for second but when I look at around me and all peoples was obscured too. &lt;span&gt;I suddenly felt witty like a first time board on LRT..hehe.&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/4656775016715606494-7559316059894965739?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7559316059894965739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/pudu-sentral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7559316059894965739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7559316059894965739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/pudu-sentral.html' title='Pudu Sentral'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-femHUtrojCY/TwRNSWg7-hI/AAAAAAAABDc/BZmyKu3AY5o/s72-c/A2542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6670052558576853958</id><published>2012-01-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:57:26.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Haikal'/><title type='text'>Little Haikal #2 - His Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I think I should let you know who is little haikal. He's my first nephew and we called him Haikal Shin Chan. Because he obviously have lot of Shin Chan characters like naughty, hyper-active, plays almost every hours, call his mother "bomb" and the most important is Haikal love to flirt with all single girls and cute only. --" He will be 2 years old next February and he can count 1 to 10 clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/405614_205377462885550_100002398923210_428851_1473854321_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/405614_205377462885550_100002398923210_428851_1473854321_n.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/404217_205372936219336_100002398923210_428845_710333512_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/404217_205372936219336_100002398923210_428845_710333512_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/404217_205372946219335_100002398923210_428847_994204447_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/404217_205372946219335_100002398923210_428847_994204447_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Play with my book. Arrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, little Haikal have a &lt;a href="http://haikalshinchan.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about his story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Simply enjoy reading the stories written by my brother about his son. :)&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/4656775016715606494-6670052558576853958?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6670052558576853958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-haikal-2-his-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6670052558576853958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6670052558576853958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-haikal-2-his-story.html' title='Little Haikal #2 - His Story'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6346630142137483969</id><published>2012-01-02T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:50:11.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>Resolution : Why You Should Have it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZco4uthzLY/TwD_geKkUlI/AAAAAAAABCs/U2rYiAn-JTQ/s1600/DSC03377.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZco4uthzLY/TwD_geKkUlI/AAAAAAAABCs/U2rYiAn-JTQ/s200/DSC03377.JPG" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Last 10 years ago, I was not really happy to welcomed new year. Because 10 years back, I was 15 years old teenager who lost and did not know what she wanted in life. Why I disliked new year, because I hate to remember how much time I had wasted and failed to improve myself. Every resolutions I made every year just permanently as resolution only.&lt;/span&gt; Now, I welcome new year with open heart. Every year, I will have a special moment to think about what I want to do the next year. From a lost teenager I become a dreamer. Maybe you'll see me as ambitious, but I am not. I am a dreamer. I have my little dreams to achieve in life but at the same time, I do dream to appreciate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As human, I have a resolution which I succeed to make it and I have a resolution I failed to make it. We are all make mistakes, but did we learn to fix it next year? We think about catching dream everyday, but do we learn in the whole process to catch the dreams? A dreamer run to reach his dream while appreciate and learn during the process he run into his dream. He not only success to make his dream come true but he also change to be better person by learns and experiences. When he become a successful man, he ready himself emotionally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, when you make a resolution for yourself especially during the new year. Set a target you able to achieve. When you were in process to make it happen, just enjoy the process and experience by it. keep learn and learn. Don't afraid to make mistake, but you must brave to admit that mistake and fix it. It's okay to compete with yourself to improve. My suggestion: Do not hurt or bring people down because you want to achieve your target. Trust me, you'll not only make your dream come true but also learn to understand yourself better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-6346630142137483969?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6346630142137483969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolution-why-you-should-have-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6346630142137483969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6346630142137483969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolution-why-you-should-have-it.html' title='Resolution : Why You Should Have it.'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rZco4uthzLY/TwD_geKkUlI/AAAAAAAABCs/U2rYiAn-JTQ/s72-c/DSC03377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-8001199033540978206</id><published>2012-01-01T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:48:16.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>2011 Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71eP1-2BOG8/Tv3W8oQ-XEI/AAAAAAAABCg/6vZBsUQ8RnQ/s1600/DSC03197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71eP1-2BOG8/Tv3W8oQ-XEI/AAAAAAAABCg/6vZBsUQ8RnQ/s400/DSC03197.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't believe it, 2011 almost at the ends. December was the busiest months for me. I worked 6 days a week and every weekends I helped my mother at her store. I traveled almost 4 days and on public holiday I helps my mother. School holiday make her open her shop everyday without any free time to rest. I pitied her, so I sometimes helps her and let her rest at home. I have ignored myself this month, got sicked couple times and unfocus a little. It's okay, because I busied to help people I loved. I try to steal my little time to sit and think about my reflections of my entire life in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Practicum Teacher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQjwH-CFBx8/Tv1tkId6ErI/AAAAAAAABBY/QZNJ6pqK2S0/s1600/252110_107218776034753_100002398923210_68582_7763685_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQjwH-CFBx8/Tv1tkId6ErI/AAAAAAAABBY/QZNJ6pqK2S0/s200/252110_107218776034753_100002398923210_68582_7763685_n.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have mentioned about it so many time. But yes, practicum have taught me to adapt myself with different environments and respect those environments without needed to change myself. I met several persons who taught me about life. I learned when to say Yes and when to say No. Been far from family have taught me to live independent, do everything by myself and solve every issues by myself. Pressure during praktikum never make me despair easily, I get up quickly and never let the frustration bring me down. I realized that I was perfectly I am when I work with students. Though I wasn't really good in relation among teachers. But I managed to adapt myself in those environment. These was my accomplishment in 2011. For what matter happened, my practicum still rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Art Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/303201_250304858345886_104053486304358_738319_1600673962_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/303201_250304858345886_104053486304358_738319_1600673962_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I appreciated myself still continue produce art from heart. In 2011, my art journey change than 2010. I let myself free and enjoy to be productive especially during my practicum season. I feel much happier when my students loved my doodles and learned history in the same time. Even though this year, I closed commission doodle for many months. But I finally create doodle lines according to my own style and I feel comfortable with it. Time ripening our skills and learn make us more creative in produce art. I also learned to defend my art and never occasionally bows to those who want to let me down. I confront art-blocked and keep strive again and again. Whatever happened I feel elated to myself for never give up on me. For 2012, I hope myself still create art from heart and be humble always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Relationship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was and still in relationship strongly with my best friend since the past 7 years. This year, I realize how much he had sacrificed for me and tried to adapt ourselves with each other. He helps me a lot during my practicum and push me when I fell down in art journey. We became maturer and never let a little misunderstood separate us. We increasingly mutual understanding this year. Our life is not like a fairy tale. To reach the happiness in life, we have to work everyday to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Family and Friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This year, I spent my most time at my hometown after finished my study at uni. I finally got chance to know my sister in law closer and spent much time with my nephew. I love my sister and her mom and sisters. My small family getting bigger now and my Raya was different of course grander than before. This year also, I feel myself appreciated my friends more after so many things happen have proved our friendship ties. Since practicum, I missed them a lot. I tried to keep in touch with them and hang up together. I don't have much friends, but I have many close friends who stand by my side. hehee. I feel touched when some of them told me that she finally found herself after we met. We could discuss everything together like sisters and can rely on. I was their friends, sincerely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Convocation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHlwj3t4PqY/Tv17OHoxnOI/AAAAAAAABBk/BQoxOogHKmE/s1600/250242_259669494060002_100000508590872_1063595_2423952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHlwj3t4PqY/Tv17OHoxnOI/AAAAAAAABBk/BQoxOogHKmE/s200/250242_259669494060002_100000508590872_1063595_2423952_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Among my best moments in 2011 is my convocation day. After 4 years studied in history of education, I finally graduated with honor last July 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hard work eventually paid off and t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hat was my best day ever in campus with friends, with family and with my distance friend and his brother. What I learned from my convocation day is patient and just let the time passes, the truth will never embedded and it will arise someday. A year of 2009 was actually the most challenging year to me. Blessed from my patience since 2 years straight, God finally points to them the real me and the truth arise. Because of that, I have wonderful convocation. I still hold to it until now and if people try to dishonor me again, I have no fear. They should scare of it,&amp;nbsp; because the truth will never embedded no matter how they tried. There will no regret in me but I thanked them for wise me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Wonderful peoples.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met several amazing peoples throughout this year. One of them is warden of my practicum school. I stayed with her almost 2 months. We talked a lot and every time I found her seems easily understood what I was saying. She is Tesl teacher, a year older than me. Then I met her older sister, fun and easy going teacher. I was incredibly enjoyed with them. They sometimes invited me to their home and I was happy to be part of their family. I loved when I could learn the way they show loves in their family. We went together to Micheal Learn To Rock concert at Kuantan after received free tickets from student. Another amazing person I met this year was Mama. I met Mama at Kuantan, she talked a lot and all of her words impressed me. Her knowledge, caring and humbleness make me fall in love. I still remember her advices and pep talks from her. She inspire my life. I feel grateful to meet wonderful peoples in my life. Some of them is my family, best friend and stranger. When life get hard, they poured me with smiles and hugs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still in love in blog. Shared what I drawn and what I have been through. On July, I create another blog which is personal site for me to write because I intended to find more inspiration in life. I noticed my blogs recent year have more visitors from local and also from all over the world. That was good development of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Health.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got sicked several times this year. Bad for me, because I failed to workout regularly like last year. Many times when I get inspired to workout, I fall to disappointment. When something unexpected happen and hurt me. I took some time to move on. So, this year my health dropped&amp;nbsp; miserably and I wasn't happy with it. huhu. I hope it will be a lesson for me to be serious in take care of my body and health. That is important, Azah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;9. Things I learned in 2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never realize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;bitter experiences and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;perseverance in several years have strengthen me&amp;nbsp; physically and emotionally. I able to handle my emotions and at the same time be honest with myself. Though I was not really strong enough like amazing people I met, but I was a little bit stronger than last year. That was a big accomplishment of mine. I learned to understand other person, try to walk a miles in their shoes, and thrown away my bad-tempered. I learn, learn and learn to maturing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also learned to be confident with everything I have. I applied a job which I never thought in my crazy mind. To be real Graphic Designer have taught me to work professionally in art and design. I was glad because I can collect more experiences. Despite I will not work as GD like forever because my priority field was a teacher, I will still remember this experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Expect the unexpected. I thank to someone who showed me how a friendship can be broken just by jealousy. I let my heart wide open for her and she hurt me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;deliberately. But that will never make me give up on friendship, because I still hold to my friendship belief. Whoever hand me a sincere friendship, I will welcome them with open heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overall this year was great for me, even though I got art-blocked and disappointment. But what make me realize, how great family and friends I have. I have my best friend on my back, great friends I can ask help anytime and great family. They just proved me that I was worth for them when I was in disappointment moments. Ah yes, I am on my way to write my wishlist for 2012. Happy new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-8001199033540978206?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8001199033540978206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-reflections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8001199033540978206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8001199033540978206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-reflections.html' title='2011 Reflections'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71eP1-2BOG8/Tv3W8oQ-XEI/AAAAAAAABCg/6vZBsUQ8RnQ/s72-c/DSC03197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-8670704897624565662</id><published>2011-12-28T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:19:42.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel - Bukit Mertajam, Seberang Perai &amp; Kulim, Kedah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here I'm back after four days off. Exhausted but inspire with the place I traveled. In my solo travel from west to north. Not so North, I went to my best friend's hometown at Bukit Mertajam, Seberang Perai. I stayed at her home two days and 3 nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually I have been to her place many times since I was in second semester at uni. My mother and my brother gave me a green light. Since that, I often follow my random friends to their houses. Every time I follow them to their houses, I already set in my mind that it is my journey, not just a vacation to have fun. To journey, to travel and to find inspiration by learn about other cultures, behaviors, family relations, and to inspire myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"To travel and learn about other cultures, just go to their farmer market"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first day - I went alone to Pudu Sentral to buy ticket and board bus to Butterworth. I was alone and know nothing about the new Pudu. My last time at Pudu was last year. But after search on Google, I board the right bus and start my journey. Bring my old book, little black dress and read on bus. Intended to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTOQ0NsrSyQ/TvnS8gsH2FI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LEjpCAfwtcQ/s1600/A2542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTOQ0NsrSyQ/TvnS8gsH2FI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LEjpCAfwtcQ/s400/A2542.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSln2QEkPOk/TvnTeCQu6oI/AAAAAAAAA_c/C4DxXLeW7Pk/s1600/A2540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nSln2QEkPOk/TvnTeCQu6oI/AAAAAAAAA_c/C4DxXLeW7Pk/s400/A2540.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I like about when I board on bus to Butterworth, I love the view on highway. Almost at Penang state border, the view of hills, caves and the stones absolutely stunning. I never bored with those view. From 4.30 p.m., I arrived at 9.30 p.m. because of traffic jam. My friend picked me up. I rest at her room and we chat till 2.30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two days at her home. She brought me to several places I never been before. I told her that don't worry too much about where to bring me, I want to go some place to chill and peace at her hometown, and have a long talk with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pD4XCbbedmE/TvnG_7xFBWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/JcSMz5FYFAc/s1600/ggcopys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pD4XCbbedmE/TvnG_7xFBWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/JcSMz5FYFAc/s400/ggcopys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bendang at Padang Manora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFDf7z8Shmk/TvnJUKdc9wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wAWtxWTK2XE/s1600/DSC03276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFDf7z8Shmk/TvnJUKdc9wI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wAWtxWTK2XE/s400/DSC03276.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7h4WE7nJp0/TvnLN9YQg9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/nmohD7Uqd3g/s1600/DSC03217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7h4WE7nJp0/TvnLN9YQg9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/nmohD7Uqd3g/s400/DSC03217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tasik Mengkuang Dam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPI6btc3Zf4/TvnN6_43QPI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wALNd6kdQkI/s1600/DSC03226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SPI6btc3Zf4/TvnN6_43QPI/AAAAAAAAA-U/wALNd6kdQkI/s400/DSC03226.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93sGyya62Qc/TvnPb3xntyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/fGmtaz3baAo/s1600/DSC03183b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93sGyya62Qc/TvnPb3xntyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/fGmtaz3baAo/s400/DSC03183b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkuCoZkhPhE/TvnMn_lMFkI/AAAAAAAAA98/2BYMHn3krs8/s1600/DSC03253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkuCoZkhPhE/TvnMn_lMFkI/AAAAAAAAA98/2BYMHn3krs8/s400/DSC03253.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Ferry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlNdSLrNMmY/TvnNQ9NO_pI/AAAAAAAAA-I/V6WjDAl-pDc/s1600/DSC03261+copya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlNdSLrNMmY/TvnNQ9NO_pI/AAAAAAAAA-I/V6WjDAl-pDc/s400/DSC03261+copya.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulfWp_CzXA8/TvnR6N9yBVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/91cOMTBzVQw/s1600/DSC03240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ulfWp_CzXA8/TvnR6N9yBVI/AAAAAAAAA_E/91cOMTBzVQw/s400/DSC03240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cowrasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCYnacmKiMg/TvnQgNftzQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/JGUYS7kFsIc/s1600/DSC03241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCYnacmKiMg/TvnQgNftzQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/JGUYS7kFsIc/s400/DSC03241.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUjAefNZ3SU/TvnXdGcnuaI/AAAAAAAABAM/JSgFpTDdlO4/s1600/A2559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUjAefNZ3SU/TvnXdGcnuaI/AAAAAAAABAM/JSgFpTDdlO4/s400/A2559.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Char Koew Teow Sungai Dua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRRKAuMIIF0/TvnXp6nZYiI/AAAAAAAABAY/OIktrOKYOCM/s1600/390541_200537100036253_100002398923210_413778_142606490_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRRKAuMIIF0/TvnXp6nZYiI/AAAAAAAABAY/OIktrOKYOCM/s400/390541_200537100036253_100002398923210_413778_142606490_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tandori Kapitan Perda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We also went to Kulim by a motorcycle and watch 2 movies at Giant Kulim and Jusco Perda. Stayed at my friend home and be served like their own family make me feel bless and happy. One thing I love when I follow my friends to their house is to learn about their relationship among family and siblings. I see them without any judgement and try to learn the way they showed loves. Every family are unique. I love to hold their mother's hand and give a kiss every time we want to go out. In fact, it teach me to appreciate peoples who nice to me and accept them for who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love when I can learn something from traveling. Actually, I never knew the 'travel' word, everytime I go to some place I called it journey (mengembara). When I read about travel entry from EmilaYusof, I think and yeah travel is one more word for "mengembara". Aha, I managed to finish my reading on bus. Thank you to my friend and her beautiful family. &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/4656775016715606494-8670704897624565662?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8670704897624565662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/travel-bukit-mertajam-seberang-perai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8670704897624565662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8670704897624565662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/travel-bukit-mertajam-seberang-perai.html' title='Travel - Bukit Mertajam, Seberang Perai &amp; Kulim, Kedah'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTOQ0NsrSyQ/TvnS8gsH2FI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LEjpCAfwtcQ/s72-c/A2542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1343727531643908358</id><published>2011-12-28T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:39:17.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><title type='text'>Fix A Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jRqen2Nvc7c" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's Demi again. She's like my best friend at secondary school. They shared the same birthday. About the song, some said this song about her depression and cuts problem. Some said this song about a relationship ending. Maybe this song stimulate me to unburden what unseen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I actually have lost someone recently. Someone who I thought a friend, not just ordinary friend but a good friend, perhaps I assumed her as my young sister though we never meet. We support each others, on blog, on facebook. We met recently, what surprised she give me no smile, no greet, no hug, no lovely words like she always did online. Seems like she is different person I knew on blog. I come from far to meet her, I already plan what I want to discuss with her, I thought we will be great girlfriends. Maybe I was too full of hopes.What I get from her is only a cold person. But I don't give up easily. I tried to get her closer by asking her favorite things, I tried to remind her about our friendship on blog. But she seems busy to show me how great she was and how bad other people to her. I look into her eyes and I think that I want grab her hand tell her that she already beautiful to me. But I wonder where are my lovely friend I have on blog and facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Several peoples explained the reason why she did that to me. Why she become so mean to me. I was broken-hearted not because of those cold words, but I have lost a friend because of the envious. Though she did that to me, I just smile and respect. I might a strong girl like what my friend told me, because I managed to face people like that. But guess what, I wept on bus whole way back to home. It not pain if we were hurt by a stranger, but it is full of pains when we hurt by someone who we already love and close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what the best for her but I finally choose to walkaway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe this is the best for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Maybe without my existence, she will appreciate more herself and people who sacrificed for her. Without need to try to compete with me anymore, so I leave and let her win.&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/4656775016715606494-1343727531643908358?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1343727531643908358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/fix-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1343727531643908358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1343727531643908358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/fix-heart.html' title='Fix A Heart'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jRqen2Nvc7c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7213048547472930991</id><published>2011-12-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:45:38.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>No More, Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don’t know why,&lt;br /&gt;After all this times I tried to keep strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes let go the tears.&lt;br /&gt;My heart let the scar bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;My mind let me think I will die tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Then my feet let me walk across the river,&lt;br /&gt;And I sit there alone in the darkness..&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So no more tears fall down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep thinking that I’m not strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;I let me in myself disappear slowly…..&lt;br /&gt;And let myself think all over again,&lt;br /&gt;I might die tonight…………&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die tonight…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more..&lt;br /&gt;I say no more…&lt;br /&gt;That is what they want me to do,&lt;br /&gt;to give up with my life..&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to do what they want,&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and say,&lt;br /&gt;no more, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffiti/a70faff88e1ea0b0ce89c0fa1d22004b_580x270.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffiti/a70faff88e1ea0b0ce89c0fa1d22004b_580x270.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span title="197w 2d ago"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;~ Azah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span title="197w 2d ago"&gt; Original poem in March 10, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span title="197w 2d ago"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-7213048547472930991?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7213048547472930991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-more-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7213048547472930991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7213048547472930991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-more-okay.html' title='No More, Okay.'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2615795340719477720</id><published>2011-12-22T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:41:42.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Invited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friend invited me to her house at Seberang Prai. Yes, we missed each other a lot though we shy to convert it in words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is one of my friends who support my art journey without any doubt feeling on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHg_hnZJrIs/TvKI5FZXtSI/AAAAAAAAA8w/c203y1dWfaA/s400/20753_104858009541152_100000508590872_128368_6345333_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I got four days off. By tomorrow I will board bus to Penang. It's my solo travel to find inspiration. Thanks to her because always know when I need her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2615795340719477720?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2615795340719477720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/invited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2615795340719477720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2615795340719477720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/invited.html' title='Invited'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHg_hnZJrIs/TvKI5FZXtSI/AAAAAAAAA8w/c203y1dWfaA/s72-c/20753_104858009541152_100000508590872_128368_6345333_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-507134798544233905</id><published>2011-12-21T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:47:29.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Psychée</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u41T7xDWj1E" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"If only"&lt;br /&gt;is a wish too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-507134798544233905?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/507134798544233905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/psychee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/507134798544233905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/507134798544233905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/psychee.html' title='Psychée'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u41T7xDWj1E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-8143881454278858559</id><published>2011-12-21T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:57:59.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>After Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNtkbn-8unc/Tu-_zgfmw6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/dmViDo5dzeo/s1600/A2502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efwIQ6QkNzU/Tu_1Yy3oNSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rzZGpRxwk7I/s1600/A2502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efwIQ6QkNzU/Tu_1Yy3oNSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rzZGpRxwk7I/s400/A2502.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I loves rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Especially in the late evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The cold wind make me calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I loves rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I board on bus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;watching raindrops behind glass window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I board on taxi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;watching the wet golden shower flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I &lt;span&gt;ride pillion on my friend's motorcycle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and rains over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We &lt;span&gt;pulled up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;bus stop &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span&gt;see cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;soaked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by rains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I loves rain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it's such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;unbearable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;releasing to the utmost entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And after rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the sun start to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I close my parasol and re-start my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-8143881454278858559?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8143881454278858559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8143881454278858559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8143881454278858559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-rain.html' title='After Rain'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-efwIQ6QkNzU/Tu_1Yy3oNSI/AAAAAAAAA8U/rzZGpRxwk7I/s72-c/A2502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2739549153847515476</id><published>2011-12-21T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:33:20.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy To Compete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was exposed to blogger world, I was another happier person who want to have my own blog. Because i want to have a site to share my arts, my writings, my thoughts and my dreams here. Never have intention in my little heart to show off about what I have. The only intention in myself is to appreciate every little things happen in my days, so I will remember it forever. Every persons who read my blog, if they know me better, I am only simple girl who love doing art sincerely from all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I don't know why several peoples I know who I thought they are my actual friends on blog, finally shock me with their competitive nature. Say something hurt to tease and to bring me down verbally. Sometimes it breaking my heart because I come sincerely to be their friends and be treated like an enemy. I suddenly think maybe you read my blog too much and think that what I wrote here is to show off. Then you start to compete. I don't know why must jealous or envy with other people. Everytime I saw someone else's success, it will brought me only a big feeling and that is an inspiration. So where the jealous come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkaUyJH6t_g/TvBBY9UleYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bvPOBGj6LNk/s1600/310324_271263539564135_100000414737940_1015864_345077373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkaUyJH6t_g/TvBBY9UleYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bvPOBGj6LNk/s1600/310324_271263539564135_100000414737940_1015864_345077373_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I respect everyone passions and dreams with support and honest words. I don't envy and I don't block anyone just to make myself feel better. I am only Azah, I easily gain body weight but I never jealous to skinny people. Because I believe everytime I workout I got triple benefits, new body, good health and inspiration to compose art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stop compare yourself with other, &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stop-Being-Jealous" target="_blank"&gt;stop being jealous&lt;/a&gt; with other. If you want to compete with me, I'm uninterested not because I'm loser. Because I rather sit and appreciate my HL milk, than wasting my time to chase you. Don't say that you compete in positive way, because those harsh words from you show me the opposite. Don't say that is how you develop yourself by compete with other. I only believe compete with ourselves to be better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;What matter for me is what I wrote and showcased here from the bottom of my heart. Blogging is not like facebook, we share our thoughts, not to showing off our properties. If you want to take that as challenge to you, stay away from me. Don't come here and pretend that you're my friend and then I could see your envious in you.&amp;nbsp; I am here for sincere friends only. Real friends never envy, but inspire.&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/4656775016715606494-2739549153847515476?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2739549153847515476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/envy-to-compete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2739549153847515476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2739549153847515476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/envy-to-compete.html' title='Envy To Compete'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkaUyJH6t_g/TvBBY9UleYI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bvPOBGj6LNk/s72-c/310324_271263539564135_100000414737940_1015864_345077373_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2468547651277820903</id><published>2011-12-20T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:19:16.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Haikal'/><title type='text'>Little Heykal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" 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year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;was excited to see Nepal man filling car oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The talking one was my sister in law, she talk about winning the prize&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I grab my phone recording her son. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See at 0.09 my nephew smile he thought I want to catch his picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;0.25 my little giggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haikal got fever now, I hope he will get better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2468547651277820903?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2468547651277820903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-heykal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2468547651277820903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc224.4shared.com/img/879017765/73a81a47/dlink__2Fdownload_2FSL9QoDKg_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-0000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://mp3skull.com/"&gt;mp3skull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://mp3skull.com/embedcl.php" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Thousand Years.&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/4656775016715606494-945900644832178842?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1531388424377784829</id><published>2011-12-17T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:18:36.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haha'/><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday I walk home as usual after work. I saw a bunch of kids ride their bikes. They just about six to ten years olds. Do you remember the story I have posted about &lt;a href="http://little-darkstar.blogspot.com/2011/12/couple-of-ducks.html" target="_blank"&gt;Couple of Ducks&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, the same kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk by myself while texting my friend. Then I heard some tiny laugh behind me. When I look at my back, I saw that kids following me. I feel weird. I hear a little girl say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Nak ikut ke? Nanti sampai malam macam mana?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boys say,&amp;nbsp; "Ikut je...hehe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Owh they want to follow me. Yeah, try to disturb me like what they did to the ducks. Lucky them I'm not the ducks can chase them. haha. I just continue walk and text my friend. Tell him that few kids are now following my back. My friend reply that they want to flirt la tu.. I walks almost everyday passing their home and no doubt they know me. Ooo. want to play yea. I make poker face and walk into my house. At outside fence, I overheard they whisper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Bukan rumah dia kot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk into my house and look at them. I laugh a little. Naughty kids. haha. They thought my house would be far. Then a boy yell to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Esok kami ikut lagi..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Takde kerja nak main2 pulak. Dush..Dush..aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k64d6inxHM/TuxPxnaaCGI/AAAAAAAAA78/i5yP1WrEiZs/s1600/A2452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k64d6inxHM/TuxPxnaaCGI/AAAAAAAAA78/i5yP1WrEiZs/s400/A2452.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;See, naughty kids loafing in front of my mother's house.&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/4656775016715606494-1531388424377784829?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1531388424377784829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1531388424377784829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1531388424377784829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8k64d6inxHM/TuxPxnaaCGI/AAAAAAAAA78/i5yP1WrEiZs/s72-c/A2452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1250557958492882097</id><published>2011-12-17T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:46:26.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies." - Elizabeth Bowen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how about act to against smiling friends?&lt;br /&gt;Say something mean to abuse,&lt;br /&gt;treat them roughly,&lt;br /&gt;just because you feel deficiency in thyself. Too sad.&lt;br /&gt;Because friends does not envy, enemies may does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-1250557958492882097?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1250557958492882097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/jealousy-is-no-more-than-feeling-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1250557958492882097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1250557958492882097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/jealousy-is-no-more-than-feeling-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7615453498507381975</id><published>2011-12-16T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:23:39.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having someone who take care about you is something sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having some peoples who love you the same is something beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having several persons who understand you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having peoples who trust and believe in you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;without you need to explain why, without you need to tell them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;they just know your feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having peoples who support and stand by you, is something thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having them in my life is something precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_414797866" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11Q_nzl0ZGg/Ta7Yh3V-fjI/AAAAAAAABkc/fYpMRM9mxG4/s320/il_570xN.236891145.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovedoodle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Picture&lt;/a&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/4656775016715606494-7615453498507381975?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7615453498507381975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/having-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7615453498507381975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7615453498507381975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/having-them.html' title='Having Them'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11Q_nzl0ZGg/Ta7Yh3V-fjI/AAAAAAAABkc/fYpMRM9mxG4/s72-c/il_570xN.236891145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3185287200430705109</id><published>2011-12-15T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:02:35.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful People'/><title type='text'>Text</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The last time I was at Sabs School is 7 months ago. And still got texts from students is sweet thing make me smile. They are like my little friends, pampered, funny, crazy and make me laugh. Sometimes make mad. haha. Gosh, I miss them so.&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/4656775016715606494-3185287200430705109?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3185287200430705109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/text.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3185287200430705109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3185287200430705109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/text.html' title='Text'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2640921217035588110</id><published>2011-12-15T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:25:17.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senyumlah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrPRZSs6yg/TudXE8SYEAI/AAAAAAAADok/ICXfpI87MIo/s400/27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrPRZSs6yg/TudXE8SYEAI/AAAAAAAADok/ICXfpI87MIo/s320/27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"senyumlah, walaupun terluka..bukan berpura-pura tapi sebagai tanda anda seorang yang kuat, kuat untuk tak membiarkan kesakitan dan kelukaan itu menjadi penghalang untuk bergembira..simpan tangisanmu, Allah melihat dan mengetahuinya.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Beautiful words and sincere doodle from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://darisinikebintangbintang.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-smile.html" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Miss Mel Amalina.&lt;/a&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/4656775016715606494-2640921217035588110?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2640921217035588110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/bukan-pura-pura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2640921217035588110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2640921217035588110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/bukan-pura-pura.html' title='Senyumlah'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrPRZSs6yg/TudXE8SYEAI/AAAAAAAADok/ICXfpI87MIo/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7177872959982812151</id><published>2011-12-15T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:59:59.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Sincerity And Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Not &lt;span&gt;property &lt;/span&gt;we &lt;span&gt;looked for&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sincerity and kindness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that we &lt;span&gt;wanted the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When something happen and make us sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;try to flashback those beautiful moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and remember his kindness to us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't forget the hardship in the past life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;when we are in comfort zone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;we will be grateful always and humble."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ma, I will never forget this words. &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/4656775016715606494-7177872959982812151?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7177872959982812151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/sincerity-and-kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7177872959982812151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7177872959982812151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/sincerity-and-kindness.html' title='Sincerity And Kindness'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6414349715767783415</id><published>2011-12-14T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T17:13:07.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Puss In Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I watched Puss In Boots last Monday. It's feel like a very long time I didn't let myself enjoy and have some fun. I work on weekdays and weekends, I help my mother at her shop. And unfortunately, I finally got sick last week and I still try to recover this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So last Monday was public holiday for Selangor state. I went to Jusco near at my place, bought a ticket and regular popcorn for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Puss In Boots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/puss-in-boots-poster1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/puss-in-boots-poster1.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Puss In Boots is actually a supporting character in Shrek. I remember his cute adorable eyes. Hehe. Puss is a male cat wearing boots and hat with his sword. Puss (play by Antonio Banderas) before he meets Shrek, he stayed at small town and raised by his mama at orphanages. He meet Humpty Alexander Dumpty (the egg) and they promises to be brothers forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384710_10150422498937462_27432467461_8780167_1847782647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/384710_10150422498937462_27432467461_8780167_1847782647_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day, Puss have saved old woman in the village. The incident has amazed villager to puss. Puss was awarded a pair of boots and hat. Since that Puss was known as Puss in Boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380495_10150364047632462_27432467461_8565844_300470726_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/380495_10150364047632462_27432467461_8565844_300470726_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Humpty greed have caused Puss are accused as bank robber. Puss run and escape himselves. One day, Puss run into small town and meet peoples in a bar who told him about magic beans. They said that beans that can lead him to a giant's castle holding valuable golden goose eggs. When Puss try to steal magic beans from Jack and Jill, he was interrupt by a masked cat. The masked cat was a female cat named Kitty Softpaws (plays by Salma Hayek).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253596_10150213560087462_27432467461_7416867_7519363_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253596_10150213560087462_27432467461_7416867_7519363_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Then Puss meet his old friend, Humpty. Humpty apologize to Puss about the old issue happen to them and ask Puss to join him to steal magic beans. With Humpty's intelligence create perfect plan, they succeed steal magic bean. They plan the beans at the right spot and the fast-growing beanstalk lead them into the clouds and they found the castle like what they been heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300785_10150378819167462_27432467461_8638501_137164962_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/300785_10150378819167462_27432467461_8638501_137164962_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They succeed to steal Goose and reach so many Golden Eggs. But later Puss found out that Humpty lie again to him. But at the end, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;combine to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rescue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;their village from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;golden goose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Review&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is real funny story about cutest cat ever. I think Mr. Antonio Banderas plays the voice of Puss character with super awesome. There so many funny parts can make you laugh. About the tale of magic beans, I guess we all hear about it since we were little. This is so great fairytale in Puss in Boots. Puss, firstly found in Shrek, then start his single adventure in this movie, I think Puss easily popular with his own adventure and his adorable style. My only complain is there are some plots in film was little flow and too long maybe. Especially in dance scene. Still they are adorable. Can help it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Pussinboots?ref=ts"&gt;Pictures &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2129426945" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2129426946" style="font-size: small;"&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/4656775016715606494-6414349715767783415?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6414349715767783415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/puss-in-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6414349715767783415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6414349715767783415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/puss-in-boots.html' title='Puss In Boots'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7490935470198972374</id><published>2011-12-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:25:28.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><title type='text'>Thanks Ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ibu call me today. And we talk about work, health and day. She knew what inside my heart and tell me to stay strong. She tell me not to worry too much. Just stay what we are and ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cry, after a very long time. I finally let the tears fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you Ibu. For never doubt on me. I feel so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-7490935470198972374?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7490935470198972374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-ibu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7490935470198972374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7490935470198972374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-ibu.html' title='Thanks Ibu'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2338193586512808908</id><published>2011-12-11T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:26:29.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='view'/><title type='text'>Trust Your Instinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone have instinct. Whether you trust it or not, instinct influence your life mainly in making decision. Journey to trust your instinct wasn't happen in one night or one week. It take years and experiences. It is like a young cop learn to trust his instinct to investigate criminal. He learns from every cases he investigate and get better in trusting his instinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; It is important to trust your instinct, to believe your inner feelings when you get uncomfortable about a person or situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instinct helps you to sense danger, and safety. It tells you when to wait, when to take action, who to trust and who not to trust. It helps you to make good choice is buying product like car, home, cellphone etc. According to a new study in the &lt;i&gt;Journal of Consumer Research&lt;/i&gt;, people who deliberate about decisions make less accurate judgments than people who trust their instincts. (&lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/news/2009/01/27/trust-your-instincts/3711.html"&gt;source:&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not all of us agreed that we should trust our instinct. But in my own experiences, I begin to trust my instinct. Recent months, I realize that my first instinct always tend to be correct. Few years back, I hate to trust it because some of my friends claimed that just another negative and cliche thoughts. But now after have so much experiences and learning from every mistakes, me and my friend realize I should pay more attention to my first instinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Trust your instincts—or he won’t trust you." Rookie Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neglecting your instinct can make your life ruin in just a second. You ignore your gut and when something happen and blows up on your face. And you aren't ready for it in mentally and physically. You'll be disappoint and ruin. I have let go my instinct so many times because I don't want people think I judge them, but at the end myself will suffer with terrible disappointment because I don't listen to my instinct. When I try to fix it, it too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Follow your instincts. That's where true wisdom manifests itself."  Oprah Winfrey&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to trust your instinct?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Before you learn to trust your instinct, you have to remember that journey to learn in trusting your instincts wasn't happen in just one night. It may take years or maybe short from that, depend to your experiences, learning process and your heart willing to take any risks in trusting your instinct.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Make some experiment about your instinct at home&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watch movie on your dvd player or laptop or television, pick any of your favorite movie. Follow the scenes and listen to your gut and instinct what will happen next and why. This is for test to know if your instinct were correct or wrong. I love watching CSI and Rookie Blue. Because every time I watch it, I always turn on my instinct and trust on it. I may correct, I may wrong but I will find the reason why I was wrong and why I was right. So I learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;If you want to purchase any product, try to trust your instinct.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you want to buy a car, or maybe a book, or to buy present for your love. First you may think about the benefit and weakness for each products. But don't think it too much. Make sure you limit the option, maybe from 5 items, you limit it to 2 items.. Trust your inner voice, which one better and grab it. Trust your instinct. Find out whether your instinct correct or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Be confident in trusting your instinct&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is important, if you believe that your instinct have proved to you they were correct. Then stick with it. Every time you face a bigger problems, try to trust on it. If you don't feel comfortable with certain people, try not to behave like what you think they will not like it. It will tell you how to do and how to respond if something happen. Don't ignore your instinct. You may regret later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;Strengthen your heart and don't give up&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In journey to trust your instinct, you must willing to take all risks. If you fail and your instinct were wrong. You must recover from it and start it all over again. Don't give till you understand how instinct works with you. Different people, different instinct. But it works for everyone of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Don't judge people by your instinct&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instinct, gut and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;intuition is a gift to human. We have an unique sense to help us to pursue our life. It's like our ability to notice what will happen to us next. If your instinct tell you those person are dangerous, so stay away. If your instinct tell you those person have bad intention to you, ignore them but stay careful. If your instinct tell that those person didn't match with you and you will not get along with them, then try to treat them in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;particular way without fomenting. I mean, you can trust your instinct, but not to lose your respect to other. Or it will turn from instinct to judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;Contrast between Instinct and Stereotyping.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We use our instincts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to learn about others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for our survival. But to have ability in trusting instinct, it takes lot of times and experiences to master the instinct technique. You must willing to learn from your own mistakes. If it not you'll misunderstanding to use instinct to stereotyping peoples, places and things. Stereotyping is one of oldest human instinct, it is a natural survival instinct. But life is full of unique and complex things. To trust your instinct doesn't mean you have to stereotype everything in the same way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"All artists are not athlete, artist don't know how to workout and play sport" Okay, this one I heard from sport teacher who I met at my practicum school. This is so wrong to stereotyping people. It's like you judge people just because you think you master particular field. I proved her wrong, I win the 2nd place in school cross country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Most stereotypes are dictated by prejudice and with single perspective. Whereas instinct is inner voice that not tells us to be prejudice. It tells us if it sense the unsafe or any danger thing near with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Learn the right technique to trust your instinct. If you not master it now, don't worry. Just keep learning from what you have learned and treasure every problems. Learn from your mistakes and don't stop continue learn more. It will wise you more in future, it will change your views and perspectives to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"It takes humility to seek feedback. It takes wisdom to understand it, analyze it, and appropriately act on it." - Stephen Covey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trust Your Instinct,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Azah Skaliskala.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4656775016715606494-2338193586512808908?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2338193586512808908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/trust-your-instinct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2338193586512808908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2338193586512808908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/trust-your-instinct.html' title='Trust Your Instinct'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7229507357794099055</id><published>2011-12-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:11:29.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meow'/><title type='text'>Two Cute Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk home like usual last evening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I met two cute things sitting at roadside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I walk and call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was afraid cars will bumped them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because they are so small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF7qlw-DSTY/TuP7uMXKXOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ihiV68c7GXU/s1600/A2381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF7qlw-DSTY/TuP7uMXKXOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ihiV68c7GXU/s400/A2381.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I transfer them to the safe place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;They are too cute, isn't it?&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/4656775016715606494-7229507357794099055?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7229507357794099055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-cute-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7229507357794099055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7229507357794099055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-cute-things.html' title='Two Cute Things'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GF7qlw-DSTY/TuP7uMXKXOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ihiV68c7GXU/s72-c/A2381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2517789398118331647</id><published>2011-12-11T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T08:30:28.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueIQY93zerw/TuN3DhYws4I/AAAAAAAAA58/7ICa4BgZmeU/s1600/A2398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueIQY93zerw/TuN3DhYws4I/AAAAAAAAA58/7ICa4BgZmeU/s400/A2398.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; went to Ujian Personaliti Mara at Kolej Profesional Mara Beranang yesterday morning for Mara Teacher. After Governant keep doing 'good deeds' for us since 7 months. Some of us decide to try other teacher jobs. Yes, I still working as Graphic Designer, it is my 3rd months. But for my real dream job, I want to be a teacher. Since I post about my relationship with teenager, I suddenly miss my students, I miss everything about teaching. I miss helping them studying history at hostel, I miss helping a poor student to fight back the bully, I miss every words I have said to them to keep moving forward. Because every time I helps my students, I help myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&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/-zFs_mO6cxpE/TuP3w8grw7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/WPnRSvdJ58g/s1600/A2397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zFs_mO6cxpE/TuP3w8grw7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/WPnRSvdJ58g/s400/A2397.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_907355189"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_907355190"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my first time applying Mara Teacher. I heard that this is the second year Mara do Ujian Personality to select teachers. It have 160 questions and the answers only Yes or No in 45 minutes. My tips is just be yourself. There are some tricky recur questions and all of questions was about to test your leaderships, relations, cooperation, tolerance, your style, how you handle stress etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Anda sukakan kanak-kanak" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Suka bersendirian pada waktu petang dari melibatkan diri dalam aktiviti berkumpulan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Senang berterus terang dengan kawan-kawan tentang masalah peribadi" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Anda rasakan diri anda gagal apabila orang lain membuat kerja yang sama dengan anda lebih baik daripada anda" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hanya suka membuat kerja tanpa arahan dari orang lain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mudah mesra dengan orang yang baru dikenali"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Akan terus menyiapkan kerja yang belum sempurna walaupun ramai yang telah menarik diri"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Selesa meminta semula barang yang dipinjamkan kepada kawan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I left Dewan 15 minutes before test ends.hehe. Lot of peoples took the test yesterday. I guess the competition will become competitive. I met several friends from my university there. The succeed Individual would be called for second stage interview (15 minutes micro- teaching) and the third interview was interview face to face. Now wait and see where our good fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodluck teachers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2517789398118331647?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2517789398118331647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/personality-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2517789398118331647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2517789398118331647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueIQY93zerw/TuN3DhYws4I/AAAAAAAAA58/7ICa4BgZmeU/s72-c/A2398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5259884228066321948</id><published>2011-12-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:42:09.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Everyone think of changing the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;but no one think of changing ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5259884228066321948?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5259884228066321948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5259884228066321948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5259884228066321948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3521802964843514912</id><published>2011-12-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:19:46.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommended Entry'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been blogging almost 4 years. I began with lone blog without any visitor. Now I have more than two hundreds visitor hits everyday on my art blog. My personal bog was a bit 'personal' still, but I have few visitors click through my blog everyday. I share about my writings, my thoughts and my dreams here. To be exact what I wrote here, was about my research to my behaviour, my thought and my respon to certain situations.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to self grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wrote about my daily life, what I do, what I want to do. Like art, draw, work, exercise, music, hobby, instinct and idea. I may write about what I dislike, what I bother. But I write with respect. I may write about I dislike purple pink color. But it ain't mean I dislike people who like purple color. I write about how I want to look skinny muscle, I want to burn fat or anything. It ain't mean I dislike fat or skinny peoples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still hang out with my chubby and skinny bone friends. They never think that I have a prejudice to their body. They know I respect them for what they are. I still go out with my girlie pinky girl, I don't mind at all. I don't wear that, that and that, but it ain't mean, I don't respect that, that and that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I blogwalking, I don't mind your blogs about make ups, shawls, sports, weight loss journey, personal life and thoughts, or arts. I read you with respect. Respect your style, preference and experience. Your can write about your likes, your dreams etc. As long as you speak the truth, as long as you not offend any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a respectful person and I respect everyone. Though someone may not give a respect, I still respect them.&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/4656775016715606494-3521802964843514912?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3521802964843514912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/bloggers-respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3521802964843514912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3521802964843514912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/bloggers-respect.html' title='Bloggers Respect'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-956691152428655878</id><published>2011-12-09T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:22:27.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Teenager Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel close to teenager. When I was at school as practical teacher, I had great time with them. I stayed at hostel during my practical and time pass with student at evening, play guitar and hang up with them. I realize this is perfect job for me. Because I feel comfortable with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiv6JbjuIUU/Tt8p3jXv-XI/AAAAAAAAA50/6JrG7iu_wgk/s1600/269723_192779160777106_100001350696577_442323_1602387_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiv6JbjuIUU/Tt8p3jXv-XI/AAAAAAAAA50/6JrG7iu_wgk/s400/269723_192779160777106_100001350696577_442323_1602387_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some may said, teenager don't own ego, everyone can be close with them. Perhaps, but in my experience in teaching, I found teenager also have ego. They are stubborn and tend to do something without think the consequences. When they dislike you, they will never let you close with them. They can show some pride. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;pampered and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mincing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;are active and have a true heart. I feel comfort with them because they easy to show their feelings and emotions. Even if they mad with me, they tell me the reason from their pure heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teacher, you look pale today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teacher, this is the wrong answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teacher, you grow some fat at your cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When they say that, they say with honest and clean. Without trying to judge or to let anybody down. Or to compete. I love them either boys or girls. Some of them I meet already have a respect, some of them need to learn respect. But this is why I love to be with them. No matter how stubborn they are, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hey still can confess their fault and learn from it. One thing I love to be with teenager, they always appreciate every little things. You can see they put little doll on their school bag. They put some small card at their exercise book. They still keeping gift from their teacher. You probably think yes of course they're teenager. But what I learn from them, though you are adult now, you have to learn from these teenager, learn to appreciate your little thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9xV5Byz_6E/Tt8oT8hGVUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/W-HMkBV8wY8/s1600/251539_208522832519435_100000851598637_561075_6105582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9xV5Byz_6E/Tt8oT8hGVUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/W-HMkBV8wY8/s400/251539_208522832519435_100000851598637_561075_6105582_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foYiFEjNuYc/Tt8nkgwOpvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/e6Pa5H6FZ3Y/s1600/250832_107224566034174_100002398923210_68663_3717255_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-foYiFEjNuYc/Tt8nkgwOpvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/e6Pa5H6FZ3Y/s400/250832_107224566034174_100002398923210_68663_3717255_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z4rJChES9g/Tt8oeDc8ZOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ZZnk6F_rtFU/s1600/254065_107220429367921_100002398923210_68628_2138252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1z4rJChES9g/Tt8oeDc8ZOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ZZnk6F_rtFU/s400/254065_107220429367921_100002398923210_68628_2138252_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I become a teacher with reason. People might think, that ordinary job or not so cool job or whatever they might think. But it is actually amazing. Perhaps, not all teacher agreed with what I have done with my students. During my practicum I have posted at my facebook about my giveaway at school and I remember on those day, so many students kept looking at me to grab giveaway. Yeah, they asked so many teachers where to find me, and it blows up some buzz among teachers. We imported McDonald to our class for farewell party. That also &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;raise a provocation in school administration until my class students received a warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; But what they (my students) said to me, they say we have good memories with you teacher, so no regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is why I love them. No matter what happen, they still appreciate the good moment and not try to avoid from to admit offence respective. In fact they were still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1219087616" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1219087617" style="font-size: small;"&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/4656775016715606494-956691152428655878?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/956691152428655878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/teenager-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/956691152428655878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/956691152428655878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/teenager-best-friend.html' title='Teenager Best Friend'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiv6JbjuIUU/Tt8p3jXv-XI/AAAAAAAAA50/6JrG7iu_wgk/s72-c/269723_192779160777106_100001350696577_442323_1602387_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5504168372134814067</id><published>2011-12-06T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:55:35.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haha'/><title type='text'>A Couple Of Ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1Xcnr_ki1k/Tt1Meg8BWoI/AAAAAAAAA40/vrlHJ6kC49w/s1600/A2322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1Xcnr_ki1k/Tt1Meg8BWoI/AAAAAAAAA40/vrlHJ6kC49w/s400/A2322.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday after work, I walk home almost 500 meters a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After board a cab, I walk alone by myself. It's like a long road for me. I can even think and write on my cellphone about what I have through on that day. I walk passing every houses and every house have kids playing at yard, old woman sitting and talking with neighbour, a son helping his mother grill satay, kittens and cats playing and fighting (this is cute).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And also have a couple of ducks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm.. I remember my childhood, I was chased by a duck, it was terrible moment.. huhu. So, everytime I walk home, it was scary to see duck so close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Some late evening I walk home on the same road. I see a couple of ducks, this time they were loafing at other house. Near at them, have a bunch of kids playing 'pondok-pondok'. Then two from that kids approach to the ducks. They make sound to that ducks, but ducks seems busy with each other and disregarding that kids. Then kids make louder voice and moving around to disturb those ducks. I look and frown what the hell to those kids. haha. I guess maybe that ducks feel a bit annoy with kids behaviour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;expected, that ducks chase them, and I can hear all of them screaming and running leaving their hut. Hahaha. I was the only person who L.O.L.. hakhakhak. Poor them.&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/4656775016715606494-5504168372134814067?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5504168372134814067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/couple-of-ducks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5504168372134814067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5504168372134814067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/couple-of-ducks.html' title='A Couple Of Ducks'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1Xcnr_ki1k/Tt1Meg8BWoI/AAAAAAAAA40/vrlHJ6kC49w/s72-c/A2322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4285660132324737644</id><published>2011-12-05T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:34:03.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful People'/><title type='text'>Keeping The Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgoPK1mdt1s/Ttx81pDJtxI/AAAAAAAAA4s/b_GgbdAlRSE/s320/39864_145575368799620_100000414737940_316109_2000751_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I received a text message from my upsi friend. She said her father got heart attacked last night and now he stay at ICU. I know her father. She often invite me to her home at Penang during we studied at upsi. So I really familiar with her family. I text her back and listen to her. I try my best to be there for her. She was my roommate at upsi for 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Thank you Azah. I feel so much better after spoke to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Don't say that. You do the same thing for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 year has passed. But we still contact each other. Especially when we need some advice or just want to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday in my life, I try to keep the faith and be loyal to every persons I loved. I feel appreciated because they accept me for what I was and what I am now. And instead I accept them for what they are. For me, it doesn't matter if you pretty or not normal, skinny or fat, poor or rich, famous or not, and broken or alone. I never care about it. What matter for me is respect and be honest. When someone handing me a real friendship, I take them to my heart. I may sound conservative in friendship. But this is my belief since I was little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zz04teo1j9k" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Recomended : Read the lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dia Frampton reveal the meaning behind the song " The Broken Ones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-What others might find "broken," I find charming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;What makes us broken, is also what makes us perfect.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4656775016715606494-4285660132324737644?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4285660132324737644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/keeping-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4285660132324737644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4285660132324737644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/keeping-faith.html' title='Keeping The Faith'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgoPK1mdt1s/Ttx81pDJtxI/AAAAAAAAA4s/b_GgbdAlRSE/s72-c/39864_145575368799620_100000414737940_316109_2000751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-890901559732766834</id><published>2011-12-05T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:36:46.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Recover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;fever&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span&gt;stomach pains&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span&gt;in bad condition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;now &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span&gt;try to recover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span&gt;still trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to complete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;all jobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in office &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span&gt;at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;But&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;unfortunately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;my routine exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;must be discontinued &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;for a while.&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/4656775016715606494-890901559732766834?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/890901559732766834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/recover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/890901559732766834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/890901559732766834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/recover.html' title='Recover'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2347831506380295692</id><published>2011-12-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:10:57.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful People'/><title type='text'>#1 Wonderful People - Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never have sister in my sibling. I do have female as friend, cousin and other relations. But I never understand how's feel to have a female in my sibling. I was growing up as an independent little girl in my family. I can tell my brother all about my problems but the only exception was girl stuffs and girl emotions. So sometimes I tend to assume my female friends as my siblings. I was closed with my friends. But still not all stuffs I can discuss with them. Then about 3 years ago, my brother get married with my sister in law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to say this because I'm so grateful. This several years, many good things happen to me. So many wonderful people came to my life. One of them is my sister in law.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So many speculations arise before my brother marriage. Included a bold statement from my uni friend. I found her obviously just want to keep her body busying about my family especially when my sister in law choose my brother over her brother. For me, I love to know someone by myself. So after 3 years with us, my sister in law not only giving me a nephew but she became my sister. The fun part is when we go out with my brother, she always walk by my side and my brother left behind.haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The good thing about us is we have respect and take care of each other. Believe me, she's 3 years younger than me. But age never be an issue. Some people said (included my uni friend), the reason why my sister in law respect me because I'm older and more experience than her. No, I disagreed. I met several peoples that younger than me, but what I found they lack of respect even at the first meet. No matter you are younger or older, if you lack of respect, you still not respect people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I found from this relation are we always supported each other and accept ourselves as what we are. We may not perfect but we willing to fix it. Because we are family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a4.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308279_214374105302422_100001895027995_557487_1432982164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://m.ak.fbcdn.net/a4.sphotos.ak/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/308279_214374105302422_100001895027995_557487_1432982164_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My sister in law and nephew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2347831506380295692?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2347831506380295692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-wonderful-people-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2347831506380295692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2347831506380295692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-wonderful-people-sister.html' title='#1 Wonderful People - Sister'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-7105634763850832269</id><published>2011-12-01T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:37:53.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Dsgyx59-GM" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-7105634763850832269?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/7105634763850832269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7105634763850832269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/7105634763850832269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9Dsgyx59-GM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1124487376855859518</id><published>2011-11-28T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:35:14.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Wonderful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was thinking about to post about wonderful people I met in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In my blog I feel honor to post about every wonderful persons who drop in my life. Even when I travel on bus and a stranger sit next to me just talk to me, we discuss about something in our head and we get inspired by each other. I will definitely write about those stranger. This is really special moment for me to meet nice people. I can't count how many times, I gave link of my art site to strangers, because they asked for it after we discuss our interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last weekend I met an enthusiastic old woman, I called her 'Mama'. She  talks a lot, I can see so many experiences in life she have. I guess her  difficult life in the past, make her appreciate life more. She advice  me to always appreciate people around us, if we feel like want to giving  up, try to flash back all the best memories in our life. Actually she inspired me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was thinking about to flashback and post about amazing people in my life. No, I'm not kidding. And please don't think I'm kindly weird today. Haha :D&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/4656775016715606494-1124487376855859518?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1124487376855859518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/wonderful-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1124487376855859518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1124487376855859518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/wonderful-people.html' title='Wonderful People'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-749427715389072414</id><published>2011-11-25T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:57:24.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Skyscraper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The inspiration song this month&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to me is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Demi Lovato's Skyscraper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I2d3WAOVqFE" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I knew Demi since Camp Rock Movie. I really love her song, 'This is Me'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I heard her song 'Believe in Me'. She have a loud voice and really love her in Camp Rock. But I never know she was bullied when she was in school. She have bulimia and cut her wrist. Last year, because of depression she go to get treatment. She come back later with new album 'Unbroken' and Skyscraper is such an inspiration song. I've heard so many cover done by random artists sang Skyscraper, but still love Demi version with true emotion. Love her spells every words and she really mean it. Her dress awesome with hat. At some part, I notice her face look like &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/url?sa=t&amp;amp;rct=j&amp;amp;q=le%20petit%20nicholas%20azah%20skaliskala&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;ved=0CCIQFjAA&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Flittle-darkstar.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F08%2Fle-petit-nicolas.html&amp;amp;ei=xvPOTqT5N4XmrAex143ZDA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH8MnFKiyAGMwhvGxcZ2e5pccXxMw&amp;amp;cad=rja"&gt;little Nicholas&lt;/a&gt;. heehe&lt;/span&gt;&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/4656775016715606494-749427715389072414?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/749427715389072414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/skyscraper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/749427715389072414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/749427715389072414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/skyscraper.html' title='Skyscraper'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I2d3WAOVqFE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2964250834183754164</id><published>2011-11-22T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:16:13.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Life is Not Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is not beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not a perfect spa packages which pampering your days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's like unexpected vacation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you are ready with plan, everything just fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;suddenly it blows up on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now you know how mean it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is not beautiful, not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It just wait for you to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But put blame to other just make you sound coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ready with plan 2 and 3 if plan 1 failed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feature your own smile and go forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;correct all the wrong things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is beautiful enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;if only you willing to take the hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and turn it to sugar in your blackest coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you holds to it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you don't need to wait for life be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Because you already sound strongly beautiful, to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/19171_104047466285744_100000414737940_101354_3715928_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Azah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspiration : Pzan&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/4656775016715606494-2964250834183754164?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2964250834183754164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-not-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2964250834183754164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2964250834183754164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-is-not-beautiful.html' title='Life is Not Beautiful'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-8407626588662741173</id><published>2011-11-21T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:10:16.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haha'/><title type='text'>Salah Nombor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kejadian ini berlaku apabila saya menemani abang dan kakak ipar saya ke pasar membeli barang dapur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kring kring. Henset abg saya berdering.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Hello siapa ni?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Hello, ashraf ada?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ashraf? Ni bukan Ashraf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Bukan ke? memang ni no. dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Bukan. Salah nombor ni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ooo, awak Naim ye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ha?? Bukan la. Salah nombor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ala, tak kan awak lupa kot. Tadi kita jumpa kat kedai topup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perbualan dipadamkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saya dan kakak ipar pun pelik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Siapa tepon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ntah, Ashraf la, Naim la. Siap cakap jumpa kat kedai topup."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Salah No. la tu, laki ke perempuan tepon tu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Lelaki"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Eee..Gay kot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahaha. &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/4656775016715606494-8407626588662741173?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8407626588662741173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/salah-nombor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8407626588662741173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8407626588662741173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/salah-nombor.html' title='Salah Nombor'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4490463385957939290</id><published>2011-11-17T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:29:40.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Favourite Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4b5py_5ioI/TsSmj8tpqAI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Ki8VJ4qB594/s1600/161120112232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4b5py_5ioI/TsSmj8tpqAI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Ki8VJ4qB594/s400/161120112232.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My very best friend gave me on my 22nd birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He saved some money and bought for me 2 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't wear it frequently, so he sulks a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Plan to wear again this weekend and watch him play rugby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4490463385957939290?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4490463385957939290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/favourite-shoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4490463385957939290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4490463385957939290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/favourite-shoe.html' title='Favourite Shoe'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4b5py_5ioI/TsSmj8tpqAI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Ki8VJ4qB594/s72-c/161120112232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6077401853898778795</id><published>2011-11-15T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:59:17.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut'/><title type='text'>New Workout Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh. I gain some weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a month working 8 hours without moving. huhu. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;BUT,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this time my goal is not to lose weight but to build muscle and tone body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to look skinny muscle not skinny-fat look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and, to stay healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here my new workout routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VayMQ3Oc6bM/TsFvy-urpBI/AAAAAAAAA18/3Vz5387c83Y/s1600/DSC03114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VayMQ3Oc6bM/TsFvy-urpBI/AAAAAAAAA18/3Vz5387c83Y/s400/DSC03114.JPG" width="287" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;30 Days Shreds - Jillian Michaels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bought this since early year,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but I don't have dvd player at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and external cd for laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, finally with my 1st salary last month, I bought new dvd player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will write a review later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just done eleven days and nine-teen days to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2011535141" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2011535142" style="font-size: small;"&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/4656775016715606494-6077401853898778795?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6077401853898778795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-workout-routine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6077401853898778795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6077401853898778795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-workout-routine.html' title='New Workout Routine'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VayMQ3Oc6bM/TsFvy-urpBI/AAAAAAAAA18/3Vz5387c83Y/s72-c/DSC03114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4201215410798058195</id><published>2011-11-14T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:48:58.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorkOut'/><title type='text'>Eleven Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eleven days already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My thigh getting tighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My waist smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Arms getting stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Butt tighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Getting fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Can't wait for the next nineteen days.&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/4656775016715606494-4201215410798058195?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4201215410798058195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/eleven-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4201215410798058195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4201215410798058195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/eleven-days.html' title='Eleven Days'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6106075520105435741</id><published>2011-11-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:16:03.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0SC9pSdBTU/Tr05WqD2LEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XVWnT4Siwz0/s400/a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my school picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I wasn't a student in this picture, I was a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Find me in a middle of picture!&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/4656775016715606494-6106075520105435741?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6106075520105435741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6106075520105435741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6106075520105435741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0SC9pSdBTU/Tr05WqD2LEI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XVWnT4Siwz0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1679467389251864601</id><published>2011-11-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:28:11.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Lagu Teman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b7glJNN0lq8" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For someone who I have promised to be with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;forever for always.&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/4656775016715606494-1679467389251864601?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1679467389251864601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/lagu-teman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1679467389251864601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1679467389251864601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/lagu-teman.html' title='Lagu Teman'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b7glJNN0lq8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6881250068377593443</id><published>2011-11-10T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:54:09.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Premonition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I always have a strong premonition when something goes wrong. I hate to have it because people might assume me a negative thinker. But in the end, my premonition always true. Sometimes I just neglect it, till someone show me what I have thought is actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;correct&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/4656775016715606494-6881250068377593443?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6881250068377593443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/premonition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6881250068377593443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6881250068377593443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/premonition.html' title='Premonition'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4429251214928898112</id><published>2011-11-10T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:35:41.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>Stay Happy in Sad Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess not everyday is happy day for everyone of us. When thing don't go well and when something happened bother us, we feel sad, unhappy and depress. Whether at school, college, workplace, home or any places, bad day will cloud us ruthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I guess everyone of us have our own way to recover from sadness. Whether we hide it inside of heart, or we show it and grumble, or we keep optimistic and believe the bright day will appear soon so we move on. But will we do anything to stay happy in sad time? Will you? Or you just just give up and let yourself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbow. It is very mean and nasty place. and I don´t care how  tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there  permanently, if you let it. You, me or nobody, is gonna hit as hard as  life. But ain't about how hard you hit... It's about how hard you can  get hit, and keep moving forward... how much you can take, and keep  moving forward. That´s how winning is done"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Motivational speech from Rocky Balboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Many of us might heard of this speech from Rocky and adore it but do we truly understand it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I was another person who never can be emotionless. Because I rich with it. I feel sad easily, sympathy easily, and depress easily. When a person shoot my feeling, I will feel sad because knowing people dislike me is distracted. And it's so disturbing when people tease me. One moment in my life I have let myself down because of it, my health dropped miserably and I stopped drawing for almost a year. That is something I show what I learned. I move on and try to be happy in sad time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Talk to someone who close.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did tried to keep my sadness in heart, I was afraid to talk to my mother, my sibling and my friend. Because I feel like I want to let go so I don't want to talk about it. But I never can forget it. The more I try to bury the unwell feelings, the more I suffer and depress. When you have something bad thing happen, talk to someone who close to you. You will feel much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Draw a picture of your feelings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drawing is my hobby and sometimes it turn to therapy. The more my feelings disturbed, the more I draw. Some of character I made because of my sadness and depression. Drawing a picture is a good way to vent negative feelings. It's not about how beautiful art you make, but it is about how you draw your emotions and try to pour out the sadness within yourself. You can just draw a stickman or simple face of emotion or doodle a random lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Write it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you feel sad and don't have someone to talk about it. Then go write it. Get a diary, or journal, or blog or any website that allow you to write, share your experience and pour out your sadness. But you must be careful if you want to write your feeling in online world. Not all people will get what you write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Listen to music.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Music relief us. True. When you feel sad, turn on the radio or mp3, listen to happy and harmony songs, you will feel better. Don't hear sad song or emo song, it against you and make your feeling more distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Workout.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you feel sad, don't just sit and grumble your feelings. Go to park and take some jog. Or you can buy an exercise DVD and do workout at home. As long as you move, it helps to releases chemicals in your brain which lift your mood. Workout is good therapy which can help you to be healthier and be in good condition. But many of us turn to food when we sad. Guess what, my depression have make me lost 10 pounds and I just not get new body but new good feeling with new inspiration to move on in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Go to your happy place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't just sit at home and when you feel sad, avoid from stay at home, alone. Go out and get fresh air, go meet your friends and get out from gloomy mood. You can go to beach, or park or any place that help you feel good. You might find the inspiration to move on. Whenever I feel sad, I will go board a bus and go to watch a movie or go to some place that make me calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Play any instrument.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you can play any instruments like guitar, piano, violin etc. Play it with your heart, it relief your unwell feeling like when you listen to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Optimistic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter how hard life is, please think positively that some day, the bright day will come soon and your sadness will fade away like pimple scar. You just find your hiruscar or mederma cream to make the scar disappear. Avoid from negative mind, thing happen with reason. It will wise you more at the end. Think optimistic, try to focus and get back on your track as soon as you can. If someone told you're not good or something else, never ever trust them. I did trust them before, but what I found out is they lied. Don't be sad, move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I may a person with weak feeling, but so many things I learned make me stronger. I may sad easily, but I move on quickly. I feel bless to have good peoples around me, supports me and watch over me. If you feel sad now, trust me, couple months later you'll over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4429251214928898112?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4429251214928898112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/stay-happy-in-sad-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4429251214928898112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4429251214928898112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/stay-happy-in-sad-time.html' title='Stay Happy in Sad Time'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3905991337861294445</id><published>2011-11-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:50:43.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Grumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.”     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1653891.Alphonse_Karr"&gt;Alphonse Karr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-3905991337861294445?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3905991337861294445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/grumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3905991337861294445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3905991337861294445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/grumble.html' title='Grumble'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1299673127364554280</id><published>2011-11-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:22:18.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Old Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something from my past, for share with heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPh7u0C1cw/TrFbV9SzCII/AAAAAAAAA1U/g9HZvWxU_iI/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPh7u0C1cw/TrFbV9SzCII/AAAAAAAAA1U/g9HZvWxU_iI/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last year picture, me and my guitar at the back stage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dinner event with college team and our dinner theme was "Back to Village". So you can see why I wore that dress with shawl. It was oddly awesome night, we sang and played guitar with our kampung dresses. I was very shy on that time. :p&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/4656775016715606494-1299673127364554280?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1299673127364554280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-photo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1299673127364554280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1299673127364554280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-photo.html' title='Old Photo'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiPh7u0C1cw/TrFbV9SzCII/AAAAAAAAA1U/g9HZvWxU_iI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2632874113270430246</id><published>2011-11-02T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:42:10.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>Too Much Online World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you spend too much time on computer? Surfing internet, facebooking, blogging, finding inspirations or stalking people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An hour in the morning and again in the evening, perhaps if you start to count, how many hour you spent in front of computer a day? Do you  ever think that you probably can do other good things than just sit in  front computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spend too much time in front computer for me, is unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I become an employed person, I start to count how many hour I spend on computer. Almost 8 hours on workplace and sometimes an hour or more at night. I dislike it. Sometimes I avoid myself from log on the computer at night. Online world are still important for me. To check emails, blogs, facebook etc. But since the last few month I try not to spend time on computer too much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Checking emails is priority in my online world. When I log on the internet, I will hit the emails first. But some spam emails are disturbing. It too unwieldy to delete it, waste my time.... Arrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually I don't have my own facebook, but since I was in practical season, I make one facebook profile after been requested by my students. Now I have one, so facebook become one of my social network with my family and close friends only. And about friends list in my facebook, 85 percent from it are my students. :) But I'm not addicted too much to facebook, not my priority, I still can live without it. I may spend more time on facebook if I want to update my facebook page. So not much time I will spend on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blogs &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blogging is my other hobby. I love to write, to share, to motivate myself and to find inspiration in life. I sometimes write down my draft in my cellphone. When I log on the blogger, I just edit a little and post it. Sometimes, I love my fingers type all the words on keypad. Still love it. haha... It's okay for me to spend time for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't read too much blogs. Since this early year, I unsubscribed many blogs which I think I should stop read it. Reading too much blogs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;make me so stuck and overwhelmed. And&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;watching my dashboard full with unread posts make me feel uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I missed so many great stuffs and wonderful info  but some of them aren't relevant for my life right now. Maybe they are  good for somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But there are some blog I pursue read and loyal reading their  blogs. Because I find entertainment on their blogs. Some of blogs I  subscribed because of friendship connection, inspiration and some of blogs I willing to read because of the motivation and the honesty in their writing. I don't mind to spend time to read this blog because they give me the good effect in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe we keep willing to follow and to read some blogs because it give us the inspiration, motivation, entertainment, connection, information and perhaps in other way. At all, I spend more time on blog, but still in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Design Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is so inevitable thing. When I get job in design work, I need to face computer for very long hours (depend upon design hardship). Especially on workplace, I spend my almost work time by sitting in front of computer and deal with my design job. People might say it's easy job, but it's not. It's healthy to think about ideas, to analyse, it make us productive. But it's unhealthy to just sit the whole day without moving. After a month working like this, I must do workout at night.. :- |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Honestly, the online world change my whole life especially to my offline world. I get knowledge and get wiser from it. I learn many tutorials from internet, get more friends, more ideas, more inspirations from various cool pictures from all over the world and many good things here have taught me to be myself. But now, I limit this online world, because online world still have the unseen danger which I guess you all know about it. And the most important is too much of online world make you unhealthy. We don't move, and even you are already skinny, I'm sure you feel unhealthy too. Why don't we turn off the computer for couple hours, go outside and feel the air, wind, bright of sun and start moving. Go get your inspiration and when you come back, write or share it at online world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&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/4656775016715606494-2632874113270430246?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2632874113270430246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-much-online-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2632874113270430246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2632874113270430246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/too-much-online-world.html' title='Too Much Online World'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-8922591188916457911</id><published>2011-11-01T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:45:46.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>Three Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not really familiar in this small town. Though I have been living here since the past of 8 years, but clearly when I walk alone here, nobody knows me. Unless they're my school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My workplace is exactly in the middle of this small town. Everyday I walk on the same footpath, I meet random strangers everyday and board the same cab with strangers everyday. But we never spoke or try to smile to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Until one late evening, I wait for a cab. A young girl come and sit beside me. I asked her how long she usually need to wait for the cab everyday. She answer politely. Then I realize she wear the orange shirt under her black cardigan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Oh, do you work at Guardian?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She nodded and grinned. I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then come another girl. And I remember her face. A girl from bakery shop near with my workplace. She then go to sit beside a Guardian girl and they look friendly. They are real old friend, go to same primary school. The bakery girl greet me, "Sis often buy bread from me, right?". I replied, "Yeah, but we never spoke".&amp;nbsp; The Guardian girl "The breads are delicious." We smiled. No cab yet, but we talk a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sky almost darker. A cab arrived, but it already full with passengers. Only 1 space left. An old woman come to sit, but the driver ask me to get in the cab because I'm smaller. I look at that old woman and politely give a signal for her to get in the cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sis, it's okay. Together we waiting the cab" I smiled with them. Strange right? We are three strangers in the same small town, never knew each other but today we are in the same journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The next day, I go to bakery shop, and from far I saw the bakery girl smile. I smile too. "Sis, yesterday our cab broke down on the way to our home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; ..O_o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_learn_r" style="display: block; overflow: hidden;"&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/4656775016715606494-8922591188916457911?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/8922591188916457911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8922591188916457911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/8922591188916457911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/11/three-strangers.html' title='Three Strangers'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4759145819099428144</id><published>2011-10-31T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:47:17.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv'/><title type='text'>Rookie Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally I have my little time on computer before sleeping time. Haa.. Even I have day off from work on Sunday. But I decided to help my mother on shop. Spend time with my beautiful sis in law and my sweet nephew. Bit tired at shop but great Sunday I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before I go to sleep, I want to share my recent favorite tv show. Haha. Sure you probably assume me as television addicted. Hoo. Anyway, I'm going to talk about "Rookie Blue" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://movielova.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/rookie-blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://movielova.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/rookie-blue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I really like this show on Diva Channel. I have watched Rookie Blue season 1 before and it precious to watch season 2. I love when I can find in this show not only the entertainment but also the motivation, inspiration and connection too. The first time I saw the official promo about Rookie Blue, I thought that will be another ordinary police story. But I fell in love. Every Monday at 10 pm I will sit in front of tv and watch the show. I feel good, inspired and some of the scenes make me think and agree with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/ROOKIE-BLUE-Best-Laid-Plans-Season-2-Episode-10-3-550x366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.daemonstv.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/ROOKIE-BLUE-Best-Laid-Plans-Season-2-Episode-10-3-550x366.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like the characters of Andy Mcnally and Sam Swarek. The connection between them are actually blew me up.. Andy is smart, empathetic, wants to make the world a better place. While Sam is like cold and anti-social training officer who finally grow a nice friendship with Andy. Sam is smart cop, he always guide Andy to trust her instinct. I really love the relation between them. I'm not gonna ask you to watch this show. Because not every tv show give the good impact to everyone lives. But I'm gonna ask you to watch a story which give you this 4 things - entertainment - inspiration - motivation - connection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodnight! :)&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/4656775016715606494-4759145819099428144?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4759145819099428144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/rookie-blue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4759145819099428144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4759145819099428144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/rookie-blue.html' title='Rookie Blue'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5991324618610547048</id><published>2011-10-28T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:40:43.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2qBGrusKZY/TqpNoevqWrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Ew9RQSCMeiU/s1600/296738_197992173607282_100001895027995_496381_706770244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2qBGrusKZY/TqpNoevqWrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Ew9RQSCMeiU/s400/296738_197992173607282_100001895027995_496381_706770244_n.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby Boon-Tal&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/4656775016715606494-5991324618610547048?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5991324618610547048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuteness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5991324618610547048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5991324618610547048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2qBGrusKZY/TqpNoevqWrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Ew9RQSCMeiU/s72-c/296738_197992173607282_100001895027995_496381_706770244_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-600330397538298991</id><published>2011-10-27T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:37:34.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eezwgf6N84c/Tqg1GRwl6HI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WHIg1yPDOXU/s320/305208_209920245747808_100001895027995_538298_50666306_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28-oc8fRzUw/Tqg1sYdEfVI/AAAAAAAAA0U/E9fX5rt6a4U/s320/296898_20992nn0445747788_100001895027995_538300_1868613019_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and my brother celebrated our birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He 20 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me 21.Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guess what, he's the only sibling I have in my family.&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/4656775016715606494-600330397538298991?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/600330397538298991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/600330397538298991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/600330397538298991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eezwgf6N84c/Tqg1GRwl6HI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WHIg1yPDOXU/s72-c/305208_209920245747808_100001895027995_538298_50666306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6300339484846620164</id><published>2011-10-25T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:10:41.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><title type='text'>A - Z : Things Related With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Azah is my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bubble Milk Tea - can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cassia Fistula flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drawing and Doodle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Extra Xylitol - my daily gum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fizan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guitar Kapok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Irise, my skincare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jump rope. I do thousand a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kitten. Aww. Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Materialistic. No, I'm not.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nokia E5.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overtime - Japanese Drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;P&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peacemaker. I hate war &amp;amp; conflict. It's disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quite. With person I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rain, Rainbow and Rocky Balboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Self-conscious. How can a teacher too easily shy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guess what? I'm so me when I'm with teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thoughtful. I think deeply in most time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unknown. I always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vigor person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Walker. I can walk a mile with friend if they ask me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Xpax user.&lt;b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yellow Lemon Tree - Favorite song ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zone for learning from life.&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/4656775016715606494-6300339484846620164?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6300339484846620164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/z-things-related-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6300339484846620164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6300339484846620164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/z-things-related-with-me.html' title='A - Z : Things Related With Me'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-773500972146059024</id><published>2011-10-24T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T02:04:13.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder'/><title type='text'>Loyal Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Oh dear readers. I have a loyal stalker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;throughout this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps in creepy way or non.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe just want to try to know my current activities or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;maybe stalking as friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But all this year, no signs or comments left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Just the faithful in following my updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I read this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"When a harmless person stalk you, it would be a compliment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Really? Oh. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-773500972146059024?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/773500972146059024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/loyal-stalker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/773500972146059024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/773500972146059024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/loyal-stalker.html' title='Loyal Stalker'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1937103081286713838</id><published>2011-10-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T23:12:21.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYYPs2_jjaY/TqGIE9YvA7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/XIslo-SUc4U/s1600/201020111862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYYPs2_jjaY/TqGIE9YvA7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/XIslo-SUc4U/s320/201020111862.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I bought this guitar since December 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friend taught me. Every years on my birthday, he will play me a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But this year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I play it by myself~&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/4656775016715606494-1937103081286713838?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1937103081286713838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/guitar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1937103081286713838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1937103081286713838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/guitar.html' title='Guitar'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYYPs2_jjaY/TqGIE9YvA7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/XIslo-SUc4U/s72-c/201020111862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1225619548201342738</id><published>2011-10-20T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:37:08.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Wacom Drawing Tablet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDtjyqu1s98/Tp7qYnmH8mI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0c-nuAndKG4/s1600/DSC03105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDtjyqu1s98/Tp7qYnmH8mI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0c-nuAndKG4/s400/DSC03105.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_509913309"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_509913310"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feeling bless with day-dream job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally got to use wacom in my drawing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you boss.&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/4656775016715606494-1225619548201342738?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1225619548201342738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/wacom-drawing-tablet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1225619548201342738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1225619548201342738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/wacom-drawing-tablet.html' title='Wacom Drawing Tablet'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDtjyqu1s98/Tp7qYnmH8mI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0c-nuAndKG4/s72-c/DSC03105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1916132461020234311</id><published>2011-10-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:49:23.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful'/><title type='text'>BB Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally grab a bb cream for my skin. Oh my, I never write about beauty on blog. haha. Blushh :")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember the first time I wear eye liner when I was eight-teen. I was with my Punk friend, she wore for me. And she said, you look awesome. We scared all friends in dorm. :P Then my Skinhead friend join us and I remember we sang together on stage, a song "Only One" from Yellow Card. Trust me,&amp;nbsp; the audience loves us. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Dia budak punk, dia budak skin, ko budak apa azah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Aa? Aku budak surau je.." XD poyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They are the bestest friends in my life. I learned one thing in finding friend, don't judge book by the cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah haa.. I bought bb cream skin79. Awesome on my pale face. huhu.&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/4656775016715606494-1916132461020234311?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1916132461020234311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/bb-cream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1916132461020234311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1916132461020234311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/bb-cream.html' title='BB Cream'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5241169052580860674</id><published>2011-10-15T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:57:56.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>4 Weeks Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm trying to living my life in good way, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even 4 weeks already,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't count how many my right eyelashes fall on my fat cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even when I board on cab and every time I will see my favorite flower on my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it turn me plaintive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Norah Jones - Time after Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc253.4shared.com/img/835360409/c48bbd3a/dlink__2Fdownload_2FtpfbURtV_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-00000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://mp3skull.com/"&gt;mp3skull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://mp3skull.com/embedcl.php" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5241169052580860674?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5241169052580860674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-weeks-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5241169052580860674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5241169052580860674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-weeks-already.html' title='4 Weeks Already'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6138393215868946278</id><published>2011-10-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:50:44.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I slept at 10 pm last night and I wake up on eight a.m today. Long dream I got. huhu. I'm not working on Sunday so I stay at home alone. A&lt;span&gt;fter breakfast&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span&gt;tidy up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the room&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;sweeping &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span&gt;mopping&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;Suddenly while I'm mopping the floor, &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span&gt;slip &lt;/span&gt;above&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on floor. &lt;span&gt;Sakit. huhu.&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/4656775016715606494-6138393215868946278?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6138393215868946278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6138393215868946278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6138393215868946278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2883600755955542132</id><published>2011-10-07T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:21:24.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Am Not Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PUGcH5vGn70" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5 months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So, I'm not moving till you come.&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/4656775016715606494-2883600755955542132?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2883600755955542132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-not-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2883600755955542132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2883600755955542132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-not-moving.html' title='Am Not Moving'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PUGcH5vGn70/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6309422693066786574</id><published>2011-10-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:08:45.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Fly..Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7JL_VVVQNg/ToncD_0sRTI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9dTAlXfFUP4/s1600/3125hh90_197993793607120_100001895027995_496387_932107337_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7JL_VVVQNg/ToncD_0sRTI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9dTAlXfFUP4/s400/3125hh90_197993793607120_100001895027995_496387_932107337_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He try to blow the butterfly, my nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-6309422693066786574?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6309422693066786574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/flyfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6309422693066786574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6309422693066786574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/flyfly.html' title='Fly..Fly'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y7JL_VVVQNg/ToncD_0sRTI/AAAAAAAAAyU/9dTAlXfFUP4/s72-c/3125hh90_197993793607120_100001895027995_496387_932107337_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1281596791998855987</id><published>2011-10-02T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:16:05.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><title type='text'>Littlest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You over think every little thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But when something matters, you don't think at all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sam Swarek&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/4656775016715606494-1281596791998855987?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1281596791998855987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/littlest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1281596791998855987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1281596791998855987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/10/littlest-thing.html' title='Littlest Thing'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2374847706637266348</id><published>2011-09-27T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:48:32.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Finally, I Get Job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Smile.Smile. :)) Finally the company I have applied the job last week, reply me today that they have approved me to fill the vacancy job. The news they just brought to me is enough to make me smile this morning. Haha. Finally I get real job, a professional Graphic Designer. My dream job actually, I never thought I will be any Graphic artist. Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I will be only a Teacher. But the delay of our postings, causing me need to find job so I will be more productive and unlazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel great today. My dream just come true. When I was little I have two ambitions, whether become a professional teacher or professional designer (painter). I never imagine that I can be both. Unbelieveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been eye-opening for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I was unknown girl with only owns huge fervor in art and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;work independently in art. Now I believe I can be anything I desire as long as I strive for it.&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/4656775016715606494-2374847706637266348?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2374847706637266348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-i-get-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2374847706637266348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2374847706637266348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/finally-i-get-job.html' title='Finally, I Get Job.'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4714922763745681714</id><published>2011-09-25T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:02:40.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><title type='text'>Old Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really don't get why they are still offended by my decision till now. It happen almost 2 years ago. A guy from my class at UPSI whom I just meet him very rare in class. One day, my friend told me that he has crush on me. I have been told that he liked me and want me to be his girlfriend. My reaction of course shock like what? I just kept quite. On that time I already have someone waiting for me, I have someone who I already promised to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought thing will disappear slowly, no big issue. But when I walk into class every time I feel uncomfortable when his friends make face as if expect that I will accept his fellow. The situation became awkward when they asked my friends to persuade me to leave my current boyfriend. They seems forcing and I feel unconvenient to meet them either at campus nor classes. It make me feel uncomfortable to meet that guy who had crush on me. Everytime he smiled, I just turn down my face and afraid of his friends reaction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somehow I have forgot this thing, but they seems mad with me, I don't get why they are still offended by my old decision. I will see their cynical words at Facebook as if I was very bad not to accept his friend. Unmature thing from intended teachers?&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/4656775016715606494-4714922763745681714?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4714922763745681714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-issue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4714922763745681714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4714922763745681714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/old-issue.html' title='Old Issue'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-6346168134123902871</id><published>2011-09-25T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:12:44.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Part Time Chasier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Berapa ni?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"RM35.90 kak, saya bagi less RM30"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"RM20 tak boleh ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Tak boleh kak, RM30 boleh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Apa ni tak boleh kurang. Bukan lawa sangat kain baju ni. Ni ha, koyak. Bagi RM20 je la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Mane koyak kak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ada tu..Ni ha.. tengok kain pun reject. Dulu Akak kerja jahit, akak tau la kain macam ni reject."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ni bukan koyak kak, ni corak jahitan dia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Ala, akak tengok kat kdai hujung sana kain yang sama boleh dapat RM20, kedai awak ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;mahal sangat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Kedai mana kak? Cuba akak bawak tunjuk saya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ala, susahnya awk ni nak bagi RM20."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Kalau saya boleh bagi RM20, saya dah lama bagi kak. Ni kain elok, sejuk, harga mahal sikit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Ala, tipu je awak ni" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Akak itu pun berjalan berlegar2 ke depan kedai, 5 minit dia datang semula ke kaunter. Dan membayar. Lol.&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/4656775016715606494-6346168134123902871?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/6346168134123902871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/part-time-chasier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6346168134123902871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/6346168134123902871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/part-time-chasier.html' title='Part Time Chasier'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-1228675824809965273</id><published>2011-09-24T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:59:54.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>A Lonely September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d_QK-sXBPAA" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-1228675824809965273?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/1228675824809965273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1228675824809965273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/1228675824809965273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/lonely-september.html' title='A Lonely September'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d_QK-sXBPAA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4665461259983780271</id><published>2011-09-24T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:27:51.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last two days I went to interview to get job. Be unemployed person for few months make me pampered and unproductive. Very bad. I saw vacancy job at Mudah.my. After discuss with my brother, sis-in-law and my close friend, I send resume to the company to apply job. The company replied me to attend their interview. The day of interview. After all &lt;span&gt;papers and files are packed, I go and get cab. Well, I think the interview was fine. Experiences in practicum increased my confident level and I managed to less my shyness. But thing make me fun in interview is I apply job that I really love. Maybe my passion in art, drive me to be brave to grab opportunity. The company will call later if they want to me to fill the vacancy job. Tawakal je. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-4665461259983780271?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4665461259983780271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4665461259983780271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4665461259983780271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5948970227099116822</id><published>2011-09-17T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:09:50.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Till We Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310985_251245808251791_104053486304358_741109_1144356971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310985_251245818251790_104053486304358_741111_123220841_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/310985_251245818251790_104053486304358_741111_123220841_n.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310985_251245811585124_104053486304358_741110_1267665863_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310985_251245811585124_104053486304358_741110_1267665863_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310985_251245808251791_104053486304358_741109_1144356971_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/310985_251245808251791_104053486304358_741109_1144356971_n.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I met him yesterday. Last time before he go training for 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And got to give him this small card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is quite bit odd feeling because it remind me about our last time at National Service, we need to say goodbye like today, and never knew when will we see each other again. I secretly putted a small card into his plkn shirt's pocket. But his friend found out first. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But yesterday is different. Our tie increasingly strong and make it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; to say goodbye. But I presume it as another challenge and I believe we will get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisypath.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Daisypath Vacation tickers" border="0" height="80" src="http://dvcm.daisypath.com/dqDCp8.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-5948970227099116822?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5948970227099116822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/till-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5948970227099116822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5948970227099116822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till We Meet Again'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3568552523276843149</id><published>2011-09-14T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:16:36.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW'/><title type='text'>WW#2 - Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULmuJ5b0XSQ/Tm-BL1vPIzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/v3d0sRwIRJw/s1600/DSC02966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULmuJ5b0XSQ/Tm-BL1vPIzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/v3d0sRwIRJw/s400/DSC02966.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-3568552523276843149?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3568552523276843149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/ww2-alone.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3568552523276843149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3568552523276843149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/ww2-alone.html' title='WW#2 - Alone'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULmuJ5b0XSQ/Tm-BL1vPIzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/v3d0sRwIRJw/s72-c/DSC02966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-4813612278785188179</id><published>2011-09-10T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:47:19.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><title type='text'>Hardest Part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember when I was 18, I went to National Service at Terengganu. I found great friends, I found the path where I first move to search me, and I found love for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grown up as shy teenage girl never get me a date since high school. In fact, I did not believe in 'Love Trend'. Despite none in my head ever thought that I will fall in love after join National Service. But when I realize I love a man, he was 150 miles away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have been away from each other, but in heart we closed and we talks everyday. We sent more than 100 messages per day and in 6 years we have been together, none of a day we not talk. Maybe, that is why our long distance relationship still working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After so many years he 'with' me, I can't imagine if we have no opportunity to talk with anymore. - And this is going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He informed me that he was selected to join military course. He will join the training for six months and he are not allowed to bring cellphone. I feel happy for him because he always wanted to be army. But the hardest part is we can't talk everyday like before. We might be sad if we been separated by long distance, but if we are separated by communication? I could die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After been lost on track for several months, I couldn't imagine what will happen to me if I need to let go of him for half year. Gloomy. :(&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/4656775016715606494-4813612278785188179?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/4813612278785188179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/hardest-part.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4813612278785188179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/4813612278785188179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/hardest-part.html' title='Hardest Part'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-3967894081641234726</id><published>2011-09-09T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:31:32.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv'/><title type='text'>Xenia - The Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I has been unemployed person, I spend lot time by watching television. My favorite tv shows are Merlin, Oprah Show, I also fan of CSI Miami and NY, sometimes I get lough by Wipeout Tv Show. Okay, I watch tv too much. My recent favourite tv show is The Voice on AXN Channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Voice is an American&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_890240432" style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;reality&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_890240432" style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;talent show that premiered on April 26, 2011 on the NBC&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; television network. &lt;/span&gt;The series consists of three phases: a blind audition, a battle phase,  and live performance shows. Four judges/coaches (Christina Alguiera, Blake Shelton, Adam Levine and Cee Lo Green), all noteworthy recording artists, choose teams of contestants through a blind audition  process. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wikipedia source&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I really like the concept of blind audition, the 4 coaches only hear the voice from singers and press the buzz if they like the singers. Then if there were more than 1 coach like the singer's voice. So the singer will pick their own coach. Fun to watch Adam Levine and Christina fights to get their teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;One of my favorite blind audition is Xenia. She sang 'Breakeven' and her unique voice managed to captivate two coaches, Blake and Cee Lo. But Xenia pick Blake over Cee Lo. Well, Xenia is 16 years old, shy, quite girl and unknown. Watch this video, you can see how Xenia been shy on stage performance but her voice still lovely and unique. With Blake as her coach, keep supporting her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qYmjQE2xa5k" width="400"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;We&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Xenia didn't make to final and Blake was heartbroken for her elimination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Anytime you're nervous, you find me.﻿ I'm your biggest fan" Blake Shelton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Click to listen Xenia's The Voice Audition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Voice Xenia - Breakeven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc363.4shared.com/img/759862515/cb5c3e0d/dlink__2Fdownload_2Fai9vR1Gp_3Ftsid_3D00000000-000000-00000000/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=50&amp;amp;" height="20" id="ply" name="ply" quality="high" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player.swf?ver=9051" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://mp3skull.com/"&gt;mp3skull.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://mp3skull.com/embedcl.php" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-3967894081641234726?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/3967894081641234726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/xenia-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3967894081641234726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/3967894081641234726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/xenia-voice.html' title='Xenia - The Voice'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qYmjQE2xa5k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2108339122615693650</id><published>2011-09-05T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:12:26.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoying my short vacation at Pahang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meet my distance friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and relish of green views,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;far away from dust in the west.&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/4656775016715606494-2108339122615693650?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2108339122615693650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2108339122615693650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2108339122615693650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/09/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5225606160821659168</id><published>2011-08-31T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:01:45.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meow'/><title type='text'>Safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First Raya, my brother bring his 1 year old son to my house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's my first nephew and he's incredibly hyperactive kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, since my neighbour poisoned my cat,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my mother seems hopelessly to adopt cats anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly, on Raya morning, a tiny kitten run into my house and she's quite pampered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;not afraid of people and it seem like she make my house like her garden cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when my nephew notice the kitten appearance in our house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he run over the kitten and yelling at the kitten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He make anger face and start talking to the kitten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know what is sound of 1 years old baby when talking. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kitten looks fear and runaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I grab her later and hug her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't worry, you are safe with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CypUp16ek_g/Tl0cGnePk7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/TMuJoUSSJJo/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CypUp16ek_g/Tl0cGnePk7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/TMuJoUSSJJo/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;By the way, she's my neighbour's pet.&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/4656775016715606494-5225606160821659168?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5225606160821659168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5225606160821659168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5225606160821659168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/safe.html' title='Safe'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CypUp16ek_g/Tl0cGnePk7I/AAAAAAAAAw4/TMuJoUSSJJo/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-626147701758942862</id><published>2011-08-26T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:50:51.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Hid My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa3GpmMK6ro/TlaMi4LMNHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/p_Ff4kvkUWE/s320/230820111183+copy.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I've been habituated hiding my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since school, I hid my face from teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I choose to be unseen, invisible because I don't feel I'm beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was scared to dream and afraid of taking chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was a quite girl who sit on chair next to popular student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't even believe in my self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;until one day someone believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She convinced me that I was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just need to be brave and appreciate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And since that day, I start to dream and run for my unaccomplished dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been almost 10 years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and I am not the same sixteen years old girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;span&gt;deeply indebted &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span&gt;friendship relations, because they believe me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;than myself believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;That is why I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even some of them has gone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;but I never forget the good things they gave to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I still hiding my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But with different feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4656775016715606494-626147701758942862?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/626147701758942862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/hid-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/626147701758942862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/626147701758942862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/hid-my-face.html' title='Hid My Face'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fa3GpmMK6ro/TlaMi4LMNHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/p_Ff4kvkUWE/s72-c/230820111183+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-5807988717734168190</id><published>2011-08-24T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T16:23:41.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sore Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;not well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;since early morning, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;my throat tasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;bitter and pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aaahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like this pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/4656775016715606494-5807988717734168190?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/5807988717734168190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/sore-throat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5807988717734168190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/5807988717734168190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/sore-throat.html' title='Sore Throat'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4656775016715606494.post-2945003402865920392</id><published>2011-08-21T08:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:01:43.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Kad Raya To Distance Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not going to lie about my status. This year, several persons ask me if I have a boyfriend? Curious maybe. With pleasure I tell them that I have a boyfriend, who lives more than 150 miles away. We rarely meet and always been away by each other. Perhaps we sound like long distance relationship. I read about long distance relationship, many peoples don't believe this relationship. Include my brother. Yeah, how can you love someone who not in front you? How about the trust and honesty can be keep up if he far away?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erm, I don't know how, but we are still together since the past 6 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We talked every single days. We might don't have much chances of seeing each other like other couples. But it make us special, we always missing each other so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Distance no matter, if two hearts are loyal to each other."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Eid will come soon, I create &lt;i&gt;Kad Raya&lt;/i&gt; for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/-zK2GFaEr4Gw/TlBOH_UC-rI/AAAAAAAAAuk/QIInvPZ03MA/s1600/DSC02848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK2GFaEr4Gw/TlBOH_UC-rI/AAAAAAAAAuk/QIInvPZ03MA/s400/DSC02848.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m1JWXfAAQKc/TlBP9U-uQmI/AAAAAAAAAus/1hZOulo4548/s200/DSC02846.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCBtniwppps/TlBRDKZNNmI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LeUECG_Foms/s1600/DSC02847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCBtniwppps/TlBRDKZNNmI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LeUECG_Foms/s320/DSC02847.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every years I sent kad raya to him, include other handmade cards. I keep send it because I know he keep it with all his heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4656775016715606494-2945003402865920392?l=a-z-a-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/feeds/2945003402865920392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/kad-raya-to-distance-lover.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2945003402865920392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4656775016715606494/posts/default/2945003402865920392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-z-a-h.blogspot.com/2011/08/kad-raya-to-distance-lover.html' title='Kad Raya To Distance Lover'/><author><name>Azah Skaliskala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287066535546394745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk0g-_mh3q0/TakJ6w6xbII/AAAAAAAAAls/bOohLM5Xcok/s220/welcom%2Bcopyda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK2GFaEr4Gw/TlBOH_UC-rI/AAAAAAAAAuk/QIInvPZ03MA/s72-c/DSC02848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
