<?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-8073459536966202118</id><updated>2011-10-09T23:45:19.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-6280928725307156943</id><published>2009-07-25T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:43:45.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biru dan putih</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SmruhZV373I/AAAAAAAAAW4/IOjBnPk4LOo/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SmruhZV373I/AAAAAAAAAW4/IOjBnPk4LOo/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362360563843723122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;terpesona sungguh aku dgn kepulan awan2 itu....sambil memandu klik klik klik :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambar di ambil semasa dalam perjalanan nak ke padang besar...dikiri kanan jalan, pokok pokok tebu merimbun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-6280928725307156943?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/6280928725307156943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=6280928725307156943' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/6280928725307156943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/6280928725307156943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/07/biru-dan-putih.html' title='biru dan putih'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SmruhZV373I/AAAAAAAAAW4/IOjBnPk4LOo/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-402715473962011349</id><published>2009-07-20T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:41:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mendung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SmSBYXEY8tI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iSk-1Q8Vq9Y/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SmSBYXEY8tI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iSk-1Q8Vq9Y/s320/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360551711987004114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepatah kata mendung tak bererti hujan...kita merancang tuhan yg menentukan. perlukah kita merancang utk jangkamasa yg panjang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awan gelap tu adalah pemandangan yg aku ambil dari atas bot berlepas dari pulau jerejak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-402715473962011349?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/402715473962011349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=402715473962011349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/402715473962011349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/402715473962011349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/07/mendung.html' title='mendung'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SmSBYXEY8tI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iSk-1Q8Vq9Y/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-4793669130955700015</id><published>2009-04-18T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:22:45.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alkisahnya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SeirbkNLoCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hr_em0WId-M/s1600-h/07-03-09_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SeirbkNLoCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hr_em0WId-M/s320/07-03-09_1154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325695049429393442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu masa kecik2, tiap kali balik kampung di sinilah tempat aku mandi laut dgn adik beradik, sepupu dan sesekali pakcik dan paksu aku join sekali...kami main bom bom n tarik2 kaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-4793669130955700015?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/4793669130955700015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=4793669130955700015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4793669130955700015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4793669130955700015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/04/alkisahnya.html' title='alkisahnya...'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SeirbkNLoCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hr_em0WId-M/s72-c/07-03-09_1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-8999962610816237322</id><published>2009-04-13T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:41:05.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sepi teluk ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SeNZ5ODutOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v8S9f3wLSTA/s1600-h/07-03-09_1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SeNZ5ODutOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v8S9f3wLSTA/s320/07-03-09_1156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324198024043214050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture was taken early last month. that was the place which used to be my playground. i remember gathering there for lunch together with tokwan, mak, ayah, cousins, uncles and unties for many many times in my life. be it for our usual gathering or on special day i.e. hariraya. there was a metal made swing near that pokok nangka where we used to lepak while chit chatting. it was there i used to dengar tokwan bercerita about his younger time experiences and etc. sigh, this is what modernization means...it takes away the place but the memories remain in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-8999962610816237322?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/8999962610816237322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=8999962610816237322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/8999962610816237322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/8999962610816237322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/04/sepi-teluk.html' title='sepi teluk ...'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SeNZ5ODutOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/v8S9f3wLSTA/s72-c/07-03-09_1156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-393044366546928638</id><published>2009-03-02T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:00:26.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>until we meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SavoVwC4WwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PZLrBYTbxeA/s1600-h/22-01-09_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SavoVwC4WwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PZLrBYTbxeA/s320/22-01-09_1355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308592046158142210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tanpa disedari setakat sekarang ni di dalam tahun 2009, tiap2 hujung bulan aku akan meraikan perpisahan kawan sekerja. 2 org di atas ni pernah menjadi kawan baik aku kat opis. gambar ni diambil hujung bulan january sempena meraikan Z (baju merah) yg berpindah tempat keje baru dan last week aku meraikan F pulak. tamat dah lah era kami makan n sembang bersama...masing2 membawa haluan sendiri dgn matlamat dan impian tersendiri. bagi aku, friend is forever ;p  tp lain orang lain caranya...apa2 je la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-393044366546928638?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/393044366546928638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=393044366546928638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/393044366546928638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/393044366546928638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/03/until-we-meet-again.html' title='until we meet again'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SavoVwC4WwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PZLrBYTbxeA/s72-c/22-01-09_1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-7795241739846090203</id><published>2009-02-16T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:29:05.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kecil tp rumit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZl1L7AF4ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/QNJqwLO2iQk/s1600-h/09-02-09_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZl1L7AF4ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/QNJqwLO2iQk/s320/09-02-09_1442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303398883882557842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukalah tengok dahan pokok yang berselirat dan berpintal-pintal ni, dahannya kecil tapi pintalannya macam rumit juga. gambar ini dirakam di R&amp;amp;R Bukit Gantang pada 9 Feb lepas.  aku duduk kat pondok/wakaf kecil menunggu mak dan ayah habis solat sambil  makan buah jambu dan pelam potong dikelilingi burung ciak rumah yang macam jinak jer hinggap ditepi-tepi meja aku ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-7795241739846090203?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/7795241739846090203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=7795241739846090203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7795241739846090203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7795241739846090203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/02/kecil-tp-rumit.html' title='kecil tp rumit'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZl1L7AF4ZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/QNJqwLO2iQk/s72-c/09-02-09_1442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-892930778373472679</id><published>2009-02-16T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:59:19.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syahdu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZlvrj2lCnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AdEGilyLfuA/s1600-h/08-02-09_1958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZlvrj2lCnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AdEGilyLfuA/s320/08-02-09_1958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303392830354688626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situasi ini dirakamkan semasa aku berada di subang pada 8 Feb yang lalu. terpaku dengan suasana langit dan awan diwaktu senja ditambah denagn cahaya lampu jalan dan beberapa bungalow dikawasan berbukit ini, terus aku capai handphone utk merakamkan suasana yang ala2 syahdu ini dan kerana camera aku 'canggih' sgt, inilah hasilnya :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-892930778373472679?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/892930778373472679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=892930778373472679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/892930778373472679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/892930778373472679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/02/syahdu.html' title='syahdu'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZlvrj2lCnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AdEGilyLfuA/s72-c/08-02-09_1958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-4451268986084649229</id><published>2009-02-16T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:47:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZls-FtyedI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cqZMDgFyyLs/s1600-h/14-02-09_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZls-FtyedI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cqZMDgFyyLs/s320/14-02-09_1430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303389850147387858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ni disebelah utara, musim kemarau. rumput semua menguning dan suasana menjadi berdebu semacam aje. panas. gambar ini diambil pada waktu tengahari Jumaat 14hb Feb yang lepas. seperti biasa dengan handphone aje. perhatikan rumput kecil sepanjang jalan ditepi tembok yang menguning vs pokok besar yang merimbun hijau. rumah berwarna hijau itu mencantikkan lagi situasi pemandangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Teringat pulak lagu yellow, cold play :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-4451268986084649229?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/4451268986084649229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=4451268986084649229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4451268986084649229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4451268986084649229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/02/kuning.html' title='kuning'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SZls-FtyedI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cqZMDgFyyLs/s72-c/14-02-09_1430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3289361554905144957</id><published>2009-02-06T19:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:31:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYwdof79KmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8fKyxszAmpc/s1600-h/23-12-08_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYwdof79KmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8fKyxszAmpc/s320/23-12-08_1905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299643443113175650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYwdSWcBnjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PW1aAJulEdM/s1600-h/12-07-08_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYwdSWcBnjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PW1aAJulEdM/s320/12-07-08_1928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299643062606208562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that i like to do during leisure time is watching the puffy clouds...here are the 2 photos taken by me using my handphone's camera during the sunset. same situasion in 2 different locations...one in Teluk Batik(TB), Perak and one in Port Dickson(PD), Negeri Sembilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something for you to do.... which is PD &amp;amp; which is TB ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3289361554905144957?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3289361554905144957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3289361554905144957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3289361554905144957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3289361554905144957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-clouds.html' title='i love clouds'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYwdof79KmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8fKyxszAmpc/s72-c/23-12-08_1905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3814237309757739666</id><published>2009-01-28T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:05:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYB8lHd-dHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ihleL5RsiZo/s1600-h/t+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYB8lHd-dHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ihleL5RsiZo/s320/t+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296370138889483378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should write more here. after so long hibernated somewhere. this is my first entry after so long been MIA. lately in a year or two, i feel like i am in the middle of transformation from not so likely into malay and arts culture to someone who cares of this malay heritage. supposed i should do this long ago. imagine during last Christmas holiday i can sit back and watched the dancers for nearly an hour!  just enjoying all the gestures and movements made by the dancers at melaka cultural village. very entertaining and livelier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3814237309757739666?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3814237309757739666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3814237309757739666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3814237309757739666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3814237309757739666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2009/01/transformation.html' title='transformation'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SYB8lHd-dHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ihleL5RsiZo/s72-c/t+120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-4048629321207036977</id><published>2008-07-15T21:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:08:47.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this what it tells abt me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 504px; height: 2464px; font-family: arial; text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are Very Happy &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Your life is totally together, and you enjoy every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;And you don't need a quiz to tell you that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You know how to find pleasure in the little things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;And even when life isn't so great, you have a good sense of perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 541px; height: 170px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Have Many Alpha Tendencies &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouanalphafemalequiz/alpha-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Have a Melancholic Temperament &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You've Changed 36% in 10 Years &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/howmuchhaveyouchangedin10yearsquiz/change-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Ah, the past! You may not remember it well - because you're still living in it.&lt;br /&gt;While you've changed some, you may want to update your wardrobe, music collection and circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 523px; height: 139px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are 83% Tortured Genius &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/genius-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; Your Birthdate: February 23 &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; People wouldn't take you for a passionate person - and that's where they'd be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You can develop deep emotions quickly, and you're the type most likely to move in with someone after a few dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 5th, 14th, and 23rd of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; What Your Handwriting Says About You &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatdoesyourhandwritingsayaboutyouquiz/handwriting.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You are a fairly energetic person. You know how do pace yourself, and you deal well with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot of space in your life, and it's easy for you to feel stifled. You avoid commitment and responsibility whenever you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a decent communicator. You eventually get your point across, but sometimes you leave things a bit ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are Pretty Happy Being Single &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/single-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You have a full, fun life. And you definitely don't need love to be content.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being single can get you down a little. Especially when you've been single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But you know how to be patient and wait for the right person. You're life is too good to settle for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are Ani Difranco! &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whosyourinnerrockchickquiz/ani.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Honest, real, and well liked.&lt;br /&gt;You're not limited by any boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;"And you can call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I think you're as lazy as white paint on the wall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt; You Are Boyish Sexy &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatkindofsexygirlareyouquiz/boyish-sexy.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football...&lt;br /&gt;Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-4048629321207036977?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/4048629321207036977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=4048629321207036977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4048629321207036977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4048629321207036977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-what-it-tells-abt-me.html' title='this what it tells abt me ?'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-7521200288033463834</id><published>2008-07-02T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:36:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lagu ni dah ada b4 aku wujud di dunia ni. lagu lama tapi best sgt. senikata lagu ni mmg best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(P. Anka, J. Revaux, G. Thibault, C. Frankois) [Recorded December 30, 1968, Hollywod]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And now, the end is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And so I face the final curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; My friend, I'll say it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll state my case, of which I'm certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've lived a life that's full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I traveled each and ev'ry highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And more, much more than this, I did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Regrets, I've had a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; But then again, too few to mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And more, much more than this, I did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; When I bit off  more than I could chew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; But through it all, when there was doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I ate it up and spit it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've loved, I've laughed and cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; I've had my fill, my share of losing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; To think I did all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And may I say, not in a shy way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; "Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; For what is a man, what has he got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; If not himself, then he has naught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Yes, it was my way&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/8073459536966202118-7521200288033463834?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/7521200288033463834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=7521200288033463834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7521200288033463834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7521200288033463834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-way.html' title='my way'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2631057609450164265</id><published>2008-07-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:19:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apa pendapat anda</title><content type='html'>apa anda akan buat jika org komen yg anda :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so detail&lt;/span&gt; dalam satu2 pekerjaan hingga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;? (walhal kerana detail tu la kerja anda berjalan ikut platform yg betul, walaupun kadang2 terkucil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss the datelines&lt;/span&gt;. tapi bukanlah melibatkan masalah besar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just a minor issue&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; straight to the point&lt;/span&gt;? (sebenarnya point tu lah yg &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;factual&lt;/span&gt; tapi anda jadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unpopular &lt;/span&gt;kerana menyatakan kebenaran)&lt;br /&gt;3. suka marah2 (walhal yg anda marah2 tu pasal org tak ikut arahan dgn betul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada penilaian dan pendapat aku :&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;detail&lt;/span&gt; sgt pun org tak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate especially &lt;/span&gt;utk mereka yg mementingkan quantity dr quality. yg penting bos senyap. tengok pada jenis pekerjaan jugalah. kena pandai2 menggunakannya.&lt;br /&gt;2. tak salah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight to the point.&lt;/span&gt; cumanya budaya org kita (terutamanya melayu la) tak suka terima teguran = tak dapat terima hakikat kelemahan diri diperkatakan org. kena sampaikan teguran dgn cara yg paling lemah lembut. kena jaga hati takut terasa. jadinya utk menyesuaikan dgn keadaan semasa ni, eloklah kita berhemah sebelum membuka mulut.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i cant stand this actually. real pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. boleh aje nak marah2 atas kebodohan org lain coz pasal depa lah menyebabkan hidup/kerja kita susah atau tergendala tapi mcm biasalah org tak pandang pun punca buat kita marah2. yg depa nampak kita cepat hangin. itu 1st visual impression. apa2 pun EQ kena ada utk mengelakkan org kata kita sewel semacam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa2pun, memang sifat manusia mementingkan kepentingan peribadi (namun tidak dinafikan masih ada lagi org yg suci luhur).  menidakkan mana yg betul dan membenarkan apa yg tidak betul. aku bukan ahli sejarah atau sasterawan atau budayawan. bg aku dlm era globalisasi ni kita kena suai padankan dgn cabaran hidup zaman ini. mana yg boleh diamalkan, amal. mana yg macam kureng dan tak berapa nak boleh pakai, tinggalkan aje. biarlah ia menjadi warisan. sekurangnya generasi akan dapat melihat betapa tamadun kita berubah mengikut masa. berubah ke arah kebaikanlah.  selagi tidak menyalahi ajaran agama islam. hidup kita sepatutnya berpaksikan ajaran agama (yg bukan ditafsirkan ikut kepentingan sendiri, nowadays telah ada golongan yg mentafsir hadis dan quran ikut kepala sendiri). kita tidak boleh terikat pd stigma adab/pemikiran lama yg akhirnya tak membawa kita ke mana-mana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-2631057609450164265?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/2631057609450164265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=2631057609450164265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2631057609450164265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2631057609450164265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/06/apa-pendapat-anda.html' title='apa pendapat anda'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1095614288997546770</id><published>2008-06-30T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:35:23.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you will be missed (u know who u r)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SGjgpSMdSfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ALFEbJch6Sc/s1600-h/DSC060861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SGjgpSMdSfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ALFEbJch6Sc/s320/DSC060861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217667168172067314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ni gambar rakan2 sepejabat aku. hari ni hari terakhir aku di KMS. aku sebenarnya sedih nak meninggalkan kawan2 especially f &amp;amp; zf. aku tau zf mungkin akan baca ni. tapi f, mungkin ya mungkin tidak. kita bertiga ni berkongsi rasa yg sama. pada pendapat aku la. tadi masa farewell party aku tak boleh nak menitiskan airmata. tapi bila balik rumah je aku rasa sedih sgt mengingatkan lusa bila aku pi kerja tempat baru tu aku tak akan dapat lihat muka2 yg begitu dekat dgn hati aku. aku ni memang emo gak kadang2 tu. aku just nak korang tau yg aku cherish sgt our friendship. we had gone thru thick &amp;amp; thin of  life in KMS. thanks for being there for me. terimakasih kerana terima aku seadanya. zf, aku akan miss your company especially masa makan kat kantin. around pukul 11++ am and 3++pm. we used to hang around in the canteen during that time.  dan yg paling besar dan aku takakan lupa sampai bila2, hang tolong aku bab2 PC stuff. ye la aku ni kureng sikit bab2 tu. and f, nasib baik audrey resign. klu tak aku tak berpeluang kenal rapat dgn hang. once audrey tender her resignation last year, aku join hang makan for the sake of aku kesian tengok hang tak dak kawan. tak rugi aku buat keputusan tu...knowing u is wonderful. so for both of u, stay the same and may allah blessed u always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last word...KEEP IN TOUCH wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1095614288997546770?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1095614288997546770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1095614288997546770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1095614288997546770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1095614288997546770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-will-be-missed-u-know-who-u-r.html' title='you will be missed (u know who u r)'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SGjgpSMdSfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ALFEbJch6Sc/s72-c/DSC060861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-8099569465310955049</id><published>2008-06-24T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:41:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 tentang aku</title><content type='html'>aku jenis yg bangun awal, walaupun tdo selewat manapun aku tetap akan bangun awal pg. jenis yg susah nak tidur bila matahari naik. kalau nak lena siang pun mungkin terlelap. paling lama pun 15 minit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barang make up wajib n the only yg aku ada&lt;br /&gt;- lip gloss (ada 2,3 jenis)&lt;br /&gt;- sun block lotion&lt;br /&gt;- loose powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masakan/makanan kegemaran&lt;br /&gt;- udang, sotong masak asam (perut tak tahan pedas beb)&lt;br /&gt;- char kuew tiau (true penangite)&lt;br /&gt;- kari (mak aku punya jer, ceroi n banyak buh asam jawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warna kegemaran&lt;br /&gt;- biru&lt;br /&gt;- putih&lt;br /&gt;- all pastel colors (walaupun ramai gak kata tak sesuai dgn aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;program tv kegemaran&lt;br /&gt;- agrotek tv1&lt;br /&gt;- afc channel&lt;br /&gt;- animal planet channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu kegemaran&lt;br /&gt;- selepas hujan (nyaman nyer)&lt;br /&gt;- awal pagi b4 8am&lt;br /&gt;- malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat best aku pernah pergi dan masih teringat2&lt;br /&gt;- masuk gua2 kat sarawak&lt;br /&gt;- jungle trekking kat taman negara endau rompin&lt;br /&gt;- pulau rawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rentak lagu kegemaran&lt;br /&gt;- segala jenis rock&lt;br /&gt;- pop&lt;br /&gt;- alternative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hobi masa lapang&lt;br /&gt;- menjahit&lt;br /&gt;- surf internet&lt;br /&gt;- jogging awal pagi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-8099569465310955049?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/8099569465310955049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=8099569465310955049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/8099569465310955049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sgt. suara dia memang sedap bila menyanyi. berasal dari terengganu tapi aku tak ingat area mana, rasanya kalau tak salah aku dari kawasan marang. seingat aku dia bersekolah rendah di KL. ayah dan mak dia kerja kat KL.  aku panggil dia kak nor. dia senior aku. kami dok satu dorm. kak nor ni setahu aku mmg among top scorer dlm kelas. menjadi tempat rujukan bab2 pelajaran sekolah termasuklah aku yg selalu refer kat dia untuk subject english. dia jenis yg treat juniors dia macam kawan2 dia jek. takde la nak mengarah atau nak menokey kat geng2 aku masa mula2 masuk asrama. boleh ajer kitorang nyanyi kat pantry room sambil makan maggi mee n bersembang gelak2 kan cerita masing2.  sifat dia memang tersendiri. jenis yg sempoi.  bila sebut kak nor tak sah klu takde perkataan 'setan gondol' atau 'gonjeng'. dua perkataan ni selalu bermain kat mulut dia. selalu digunakannya kepada object yg dia tak suka. contohnya  'setan gondol betul la walkman ni'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas SPM dia, kami terus terpisah tanpa berita sampai sekarang. kat manalah agaknya kak nor sekarang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-7099354401633582347?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/7099354401633582347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=7099354401633582347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7099354401633582347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7099354401633582347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/06/kak-nor-where-are-you.html' title='kak nor, where are you?'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-6258664491594208769</id><published>2008-06-18T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:35:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming around again - simon webbe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My sis bought me his CD last year. very relaxing and easy listening kind of music. this is one of my favorite song from his GRACE album.  i find its lyric is inspiring.. well at least for myself. in our local music scene i like anuar zain. tapi lagu dia byk jiwang2, it wld be great if he can sing this kind of lyrics in his song. with his powerful voice and charisma that he has...pasti kabum bum punya la...opps melalut lagi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I been sitting in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the sunlight’s creeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now the ice is slowly melting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In my soul and in my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the good times my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are coming around again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I been thinking reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of better nights and better days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hiding in a refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of memories I've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got a feeling within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s coming around again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[It's coming around again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We been so long waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the all time high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We got a damn good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To put your troubles aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And all your winter sorrows hang ‘em out to dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gotta throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the colorful days my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are coming around again ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8073459536966202118-6258664491594208769?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2848864556184103926</id><published>2008-06-14T10:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:47:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jalan-jalan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMwkmPIYlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pVX1prE3k-E/s1600-h/01-06-08_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMwkmPIYlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pVX1prE3k-E/s200/01-06-08_1244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211562599095231058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMwEWrlqlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ge-HoG1__p4/s1600-h/01-06-08_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMwEWrlqlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ge-HoG1__p4/s200/01-06-08_1510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211562045163809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMunXkFeRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0U-BYeHU0fI/s1600-h/01-06-08_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMunXkFeRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0U-BYeHU0fI/s200/01-06-08_1511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211560447672940818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious n full of fun, our journey to taman rama2, pantai batu feringgi n fish world during school holiday recently. being an aunt who loves nature's life aku bawak la depa jalan2 pusing penang. maklumlah depa ni boleh kira mmg true uptown kids....alahai kesian betul, rama2 n kumbang kecik pun takut :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-2848864556184103926?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/2848864556184103926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=2848864556184103926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2848864556184103926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2848864556184103926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/06/jalan-jalan.html' title='jalan-jalan'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SFMwkmPIYlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pVX1prE3k-E/s72-c/01-06-08_1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-6636359420321842837</id><published>2008-05-05T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:00:43.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playful niece of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SB8SwLIh_xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/71_Mvcw0lYk/s1600-h/Imej008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SB8SwLIh_xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/71_Mvcw0lYk/s200/Imej008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893113840434962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's first impressions that count"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-6636359420321842837?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/6636359420321842837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SB8SwLIh_xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/71_Mvcw0lYk/s72-c/Imej008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-9147260924317312515</id><published>2008-05-01T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:29:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st May - Sunset in Pg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SBnSjrIh_vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1Ekwf16kZHk/s1600-h/01-05-08_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SBnSjrIh_vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1Ekwf16kZHk/s200/01-05-08_1940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195415155464339186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she who angers you conquers you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-9147260924317312515?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/9147260924317312515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=9147260924317312515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/9147260924317312515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/9147260924317312515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-may-sunset-in-pg.html' title='1st May - Sunset in Pg'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SBnSjrIh_vI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1Ekwf16kZHk/s72-c/01-05-08_1940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-4793518388322657620</id><published>2008-04-28T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:05:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend's baby @ BJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SBXkX7Ih_gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_uxGKHI8Umw/s1600-h/20-04-08_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SBXkX7Ih_gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_uxGKHI8Umw/s400/20-04-08_1340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194308844903333378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"just forget about all, this world is in peace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-4793518388322657620?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/4793518388322657620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=4793518388322657620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4793518388322657620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4793518388322657620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends-baby-bj.html' title='a friend&apos;s baby @ BJ'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/SBXkX7Ih_gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_uxGKHI8Umw/s72-c/20-04-08_1340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3748875440899325660</id><published>2008-04-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:48:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend in need</title><content type='html'>it was a heavy downpour that night and i was driving home alone from my usual weekend class on that Saturday. On the radio DJ has played the cover version song sung by used to be my fav. band, Boyzone. whoa i like the song very much. there is something about its lyrics.  full of philosophies of a true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u needed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cried a tear, you wiped it dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was confused, u cleared my mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sold my soul, u bought it back for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and held me up and give me dignity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow u needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me strength to stand alone again&lt;br /&gt;to face the world out on my own again&lt;br /&gt;you put me high upon a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;so high until i could almost see eternity.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;talking about close friends, i have one by the name of  ani who has known me for about 13 years.  ironically we are 2 different persons all together. they way she thinks and mine is totally contradict. same goes to our dislikes and likes but yet can get along to each other quite well. especially for the last 13 years of my life. i must say here that i thank her so much for always being there for me..... adios :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3748875440899325660?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3748875440899325660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3748875440899325660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3748875440899325660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3748875440899325660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend-in-need.html' title='friend in need'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-4275699656125271036</id><published>2008-04-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:50:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumbles</title><content type='html'>isnt it funny when a sr HR director of PCB manufacturer suddenly asked u to come out with proposal which was far beyond the nature of company's business. ...(disoriented)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it funny when asked the sr HR director about why was that last year things were not being done as per policy requirement and yet the disciplinary action has not been taken against that fella...(crony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it funny when the boss can say thousand of bad words to you (provoking) and when responded by a single word of bad words, you been issued a show cause letter of why the disciplinary action shouldnt been taken against u....(double standard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why boss failed to see who is actually run the show without politicking vs someone who is good in apple polishing but work wise was not really successful. yet he got promoted!! (lack in OB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all the bosses who read this...pls turun padang and make ur own justification rather than bluntly accept the middlemen's words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me...it was so frustrating to know and see all these in front of my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-4275699656125271036?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/4275699656125271036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=4275699656125271036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4275699656125271036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4275699656125271036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/04/grumbles.html' title='grumbles'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-8782869838197528327</id><published>2008-03-29T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:52:44.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hitch hike</title><content type='html'>yesterday i saw these 2 girls were hitch hiking the passers by for a ride.  i dont stop except was giving them a kind of look and start mumbling in my head 'beraninya depa ni, kang kena culik tak pasal je'. but frankly i did the same thing during that age. impatient to wait for the bus to come. i used to hitch hike during my schooling time. the port was at the bus stop in front of smss. next to istana lama kayu tanpa paku (this was what friends told me while we're chit chatting/waiting for the bus to come at the bus stop).  i m not sure it is still there or not now. one day a car stopped by to give me and a friend ride to pasar payang. err i like to merayau kat pasar payang looking for tapai ubi and buah keranji packed in the small packages.  satu seringgit. oops i m  dragging things away. OK back to the story, what a coincident. that man was happened to be my school principal (en haris hamidon) younger brother. he and his wife were also on their way to pasar payang that saturday morning. while in his car odw to reach pasar, we were asked about our name, tingkatan berapa, siapa cikgu kelas n not forgetting advice to excel in the studies. see my points here how nice and caring people would be at that time, somewhere in the late 80s. well reading Bergen's blog make me reminisced about my old days in smss !! something that i haven't relate and think off for long time since i left school there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-8782869838197528327?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/8782869838197528327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=8782869838197528327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/8782869838197528327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/8782869838197528327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/03/hitch-hike.html' title='hitch hike'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1987945928949784780</id><published>2008-03-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:47:32.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mencelah sikit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;mencelah sikit ya...jgn arr sama2 melayu pun nak pecah belah, tuduh menuduh, pulau memulau...BN, PAS, PKR semua parti org melayu yg beragama islam. kita jgn terpedaya atau terikut2 dgn orang politik ni. depa ni mmg la nak menang. mcm2 strategi la akan dilakukan utk mencapai matlamat mereka utk menang. adat org bertanding la sape yg tak nak menang. boleh aje mereka kuarkan segala macam bentuk menifesto, fatwa hanya utk nak menang.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;berbeza pendapat mmglah lumrah. sedangkan lidah lagikan tergigit tp jgn sampai kita ni jd mcm org di iraq...syiah, sunni berperang, US and the other bangsa kafirun dok tepuk tangan nengok satu bangsa satu ugama  yg bergaduh sesama sendiri. tak sedar yg puak kafirun ni sedang menyusup masuk nak berkuasa dan kaut segala jenis kekayaan atau peluang di atas sikap kita yg satu ni...(fanatik berpolitik)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; as a layman...kita buka mata lihat disekeliling, lapangkan dada, guna minda utk berfikir secara helicopter view (scope yg luas termasuklah isu2 semasa meliputi faktor ekonomi dll didalam dan luar negara) then kita buatlah keputusan utk undi sapa yg kita rasa relevant utk perintah negara kita yg tercinta ini. adios....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1987945928949784780?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1987945928949784780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1987945928949784780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1987945928949784780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1987945928949784780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/03/mencelah-sikit.html' title='mencelah sikit'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-769485630230698693</id><published>2008-02-16T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:35:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have u ever smell the green?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXp9SJddI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OD4NuDb3PFw/s1600-h/07-02-08_1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXp9SJddI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OD4NuDb3PFw/s200/07-02-08_1307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167414000791156178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXZ9SJdcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nXgPUwHucww/s1600-h/07-02-08_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXZ9SJdcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nXgPUwHucww/s200/07-02-08_1420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167413725913249218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXH9SJdbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nNoI0F45KmI/s1600-h/07-02-08_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXH9SJdbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nNoI0F45KmI/s200/07-02-08_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167413416675603890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZWQtSJdZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PhWwM0K74Gw/s1600-h/07-02-08_1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZWQtSJdZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PhWwM0K74Gw/s200/07-02-08_1157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167412467487831442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZV3NSJdYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EJk-hb2LLR4/s1600-h/07-02-08_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZV3NSJdYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EJk-hb2LLR4/s200/07-02-08_1150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167412029401167234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZW0dSJdaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HmmtnKMgAZk/s1600-h/07-02-08_1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZW0dSJdaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/HmmtnKMgAZk/s200/07-02-08_1322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167413081668154786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to taman negara pulau pinang last weekend. using the balik pulau route to reach there was a fantastic experience. i wish i could snap more photos while ascending the bukit balik pulau. eventhough there are some road works there, the breath taking feeling never distorted. looking to the blue sky, blue greenish sea and all the lush green hills and durian orchards were lovely. being a nature lover myself,  i am grateful that i had such experience to see them all and for the jungle trekking experience, pecah peluh beb..i walked along the trail. smelled the sea breeze and even can smell the leaves. it reminisced me with the trip to taman negara endau rompin long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-769485630230698693?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/769485630230698693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=769485630230698693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/769485630230698693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/769485630230698693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-u-ever-smell-green.html' title='have u ever smell the green?'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R7ZXp9SJddI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OD4NuDb3PFw/s72-c/07-02-08_1307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-5822116002699671530</id><published>2008-02-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:10:45.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheerful faces - my sis n nephew n nieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R6c0aNbFajI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_4W-1W0G5yM/s1600-h/ita+n+d+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163153122688068146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R6c0aNbFajI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_4W-1W0G5yM/s200/ita+n+d+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this pic was taken during my sis visit to bro's hse in shah alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i luv to see this cheerful faces in this picture. my bro is the only one married in the family and with these 4 adorable kids. just imagine where else mak long, mak uda, mak teh and pak su will turn to. seeing the smiles of adam, khairunnisa', yasmin, nabihah. (that is not including tok and tokwan lagi tu). we like to talk to them and sometimes have a chit chat over the phone and melayan apa yg patut. it is so soothing and refreshing being with the kids. so wonderful feeling. therefore i keep this pic on my handphone. each time i feel like tak de mood or slightly down...i like to scroll for all the pictures. the latest, this pic. hmm i believe, picture could bring happiness !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-5822116002699671530?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/5822116002699671530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=5822116002699671530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5822116002699671530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5822116002699671530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheerfull-faces-my-sis-and-nephew-n.html' title='cheerful faces - my sis n nephew n nieces'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R6c0aNbFajI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_4W-1W0G5yM/s72-c/ita+n+d+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1131838220223598412</id><published>2008-01-22T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:05:03.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinate no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt; this word is more or less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;synonym&lt;/span&gt; with me.  i have to admit that for instance i m yet to snap the pictures of my dad's stuff meant for so called car boot sales. i promised earlier to help him clearing off the house. tomorrow is a public holiday (thaipusam) so i have to make that photo things done..by hook or by crook tomorrow. i must i must i must do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did pack all my old PC things last sunday (after give a thought to do that so longgg ago) and gave it to one of my colleague (for his son actually) this morning. isn't it cool? it take times to transform myself. at least i have started to 'wake up'  i have to praise myself for doing wonders last week. i managed to rush between 2 banks for me to do that early settlement thing..relieved! everything went well as per plan even with little evil way (it was almost 11am when i reached the office!..ampun ye bos, i hv to create a reason. purposely for not procrastinate doing that thing anymore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1131838220223598412?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1131838220223598412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1131838220223598412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1131838220223598412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1131838220223598412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/01/procrastinate-no-more.html' title='procrastinate no more'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-9140805994284294827</id><published>2008-01-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:12:10.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look back</title><content type='html'>well it's been 16 days we are in the new year, 2008 and for muslims, after 6 days of our new year of 1429H....what have u got so far?  i reckon in the beginning many ppl are busy with their new year resolution bla bla (me too..no exception) but tonite it popped up in my mind...hey why dun we look back throughout the whole year of 2007, the wrong things or the no-no things that we did. why dun we just sit and look back then plan for the corrective actions..not to repeat the wrong doings of 2007.  hmm it's much easier i guess. simpler than make a new resolution. after all the target is to be a better person...at least not repeating the wrong things that we did in 2007 or past years are also towards to be a better person...isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-9140805994284294827?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/9140805994284294827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=9140805994284294827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/9140805994284294827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/9140805994284294827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-back.html' title='look back'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-4647435124674146254</id><published>2007-12-31T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:59:33.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome 2008 vs fav song of 2007</title><content type='html'>actually nothing much abt new year, bg aku...tak de apa yg special, biasa la masuk tahun baru. another one year older. cumanya utk jd lebih baik drp semalam. tahun baru ni kira mcm a milestone je utk melihat ke tahap mana dah kita. makin baik atau kecundang. boleh aje pilih bulan may ke jun atau mana2 masa yg kita nak as a milestone for a new beginning. bagi org yg mcm aku yg dah masuk tahap mature ni (the most complex of the entire cycle) we seek to "find ourselves" and "express ourselves". Personal fulfillment is our constant quest, There is so much going on in our psyches which other people cannot fathom, and ourselves pun tak faham. sadis kan? so to all my fren here...SELAMAT TAHUN BARU 2008, MOGA KITA JD A BETTER PERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BIG GIRL DUN CRY - FERGIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be with myself instead of calamity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Ive got to get a move on with my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its time to be a big girl now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And big girls don't cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't cry Don't cry Don't cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must go alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ill be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if u want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its time for me to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its getting late, dark outsideI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need to be with myself instead of calamity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S : but in reality.... big gals do cry and even worst... they look ugly :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/8073459536966202118-4647435124674146254?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/4647435124674146254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=4647435124674146254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4647435124674146254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/4647435124674146254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-2008-vs-fav-song-of-2007.html' title='welcome 2008 vs fav song of 2007'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1599938559311037001</id><published>2007-12-12T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:36:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.00  in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_n1yLzjHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OET3ybYAZtM/s1600-h/17-11-07_1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_n1yLzjHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OET3ybYAZtM/s200/17-11-07_1244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143084210670767218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_nECLzjFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/p7vcyJhpe_A/s1600-h/17-11-07_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_nECLzjFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/p7vcyJhpe_A/s200/17-11-07_1246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143083355972275282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_nOyLzjGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RujEHYPJ9uA/s1600-h/17-11-07_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_nOyLzjGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/RujEHYPJ9uA/s200/17-11-07_1315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143083540655869026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awaiting a friend for a lunch together that day....oo gosh, an orchestra was busy playing its music in my stomach, feeling so starving. send a message to ask her whereabout once, she replied, 'odw' then i thought instead of keep on looking to the roadside for her to come, it cld be better if i snap some picture of the green lush around...just to divert my anticipation of her to arrive fast...so here they are...see the branches, fallen leaves and the canopy built...aren't they beautiful? when ila arrived, i showed her the trees' pictures that i have taken near the carpark...word from her was, "the forgotten trees yet so beautiful"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1599938559311037001?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1599938559311037001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1599938559311037001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1599938559311037001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1599938559311037001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/12/200-in-afternoon.html' title='2.00  in the afternoon'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_n1yLzjHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OET3ybYAZtM/s72-c/17-11-07_1244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-7093762326513032159</id><published>2007-12-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:38:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taraaa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_luCLzjEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lb4xGE7qfsg/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_luCLzjEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lb4xGE7qfsg/s200/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143081878503525442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_lfSLzjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/egBl_n2guFo/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_lfSLzjDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/egBl_n2guFo/s200/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143081625100454962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R19RMiLzjCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eK0Xq0az48s/s1600-h/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lengthy words without image is boring. so i have decided to share my fav. photos here..photos of my niece and nephew, Yasmin &amp;amp; Adam. they both are very close to each other. Yasmin tends to imitate what Adam's doing. for instant, these photo are one of the example...o ooo...i guess yasmin noticed that she hasn't doing well with that finger thing, so again she tried her self....taraaa.... mission accomplished ! well done yasmin, well done clever girl, untie na luv u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1lwDiLzi8I/AAAAAAAAADM/h3NT1-sgeo8/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8073459536966202118-7093762326513032159?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/7093762326513032159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=7093762326513032159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7093762326513032159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7093762326513032159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/12/taraaa.html' title='taraaa....'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/R1_luCLzjEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lb4xGE7qfsg/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3800724826703903889</id><published>2007-11-21T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:39:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally attached</title><content type='html'>One fine day I asked the doctor (I used to go this clinic because of its friendly lady doctor each time not feeling well) how she feels about being one. Her reply came without hesitation: "It's intellectually stimulating, but you deal with real issues – sick &amp;amp;  dying ppl. And you're emotionally attached to them, and it's not easy." She then added, "we have to be emotionally attached to our patients to truly give good care as a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this level of commitment very heartening. Although we might think that some emotions seem irrational, it is entirely rational to have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are emotions worth? Can they be bought? It seems unlikely - especially if those emotions are genuine. Something you can't buy with money yet you would easily pay for. I thk we've just got to be lucky in life to find genuine experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering why some people can ignore this feeling just like that. They seem able to close their eyes, back stabbing, pretending they know nothing. As long as in the eyes of the boss they are superb!!  Well I cld sense this here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3800724826703903889?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3800724826703903889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3800724826703903889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3800724826703903889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3800724826703903889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/11/emotionally-attached.html' title='emotionally attached'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-5286272276823243655</id><published>2007-11-01T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:52:37.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>this time i will write about my boredom. this feeling just not fade away even after i changed work place or the house/place where i live or even the job to support my life. i keep on thinking by switching these will clear myself from feeling bored. i had also involved with the so called out door activities (well it is not really me in the beginning. but now i m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.  i used to be labelled as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puteri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lilin&lt;/span&gt; by my friends in the dormitory back in schooling years)  like jogging (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; once a while), trekking the jungle in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;negara&lt;/span&gt;,  learned how to swim and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;snorkling&lt;/span&gt;, i climbed and explored few hills, caves in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sarawak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pahang&lt;/span&gt; but yet the joy is only for a short period of time. the feeling's always coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i came to understand of why that feeling arouse. it's because my mind is bored, it is about my state of mind which always thirst for something stimulating. actually it was nothing to do with boring place, boring thing, boring people or what so ever!  it is not 100% caused by external factors, but internally.  am i going to search in my entire life for something stimulating more and more for just not to feeling bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i am becoming less sensitive and ignorance. my attention span is too short. once done (sometimes not even finish) i start looking for something else. now what i need to do is to learn on how to relax and enjoy the moment passes. be it in the situation, or what i am doing throughout my everyday life. from now on i need to sit back and relax watching the sun rises or may be the birds fly.  i think i had enough of (too much i guess)  fast kind of things in my life. i listen to fast music, i eat fast, i walk fast, i talk fast. it's just like time is pushing and is after me at all the times. not to say that i have to stop all that but once in a while i should opt for something relaxing and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's all about balanced life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-5286272276823243655?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/5286272276823243655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=5286272276823243655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5286272276823243655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5286272276823243655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/10/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3076059704567250874</id><published>2007-09-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:26:13.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>news from a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/Ru9uiV-iOwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PlzHdU0Efhc/s1600-h/dear_miriam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111425638382844674" style="WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 471px" height="485" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/Ru9uiV-iOwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PlzHdU0Efhc/s400/dear_miriam.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/4940/dearmiriamhs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3076059704567250874?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3076059704567250874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3076059704567250874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3076059704567250874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3076059704567250874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='news from a friend'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/Ru9uiV-iOwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PlzHdU0Efhc/s72-c/dear_miriam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1938837690584883110</id><published>2007-09-18T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:15:31.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i read this somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Some people believe that suicide is the answer to their problems; I too believe that some people's suicides are the answer to my problems"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1938837690584883110?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1938837690584883110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1938837690584883110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1938837690584883110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1938837690584883110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-read-this-somewhere.html' title='i read this somewhere'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1214580349680554419</id><published>2007-09-17T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:10:40.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gunshot</title><content type='html'>somehow or rather, i think i understand how he felt inside. but too bad, he took his life himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A killer speaks :&lt;br /&gt;You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul and torched my conscience. You thought it was one pathetic boy’s life you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you know what it feels to be spit on your face and to have trash shoved down your throat? Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do you know what it feels like to have throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled upon on a cross? And left to bleed to death for your amusement? You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You had everything you wanted. Your Mercedes wasn’t enough, you brats. Your golden necklaces weren’t enough, you snobs. Your trust fund wasn’t enough. Your vodka and Cognac weren’t enough. All your debaucheries weren’t enough. Those weren’t enough to fulfill your hedonistic needs. You had everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1214580349680554419?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1214580349680554419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1214580349680554419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1214580349680554419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1214580349680554419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/09/gunshot.html' title='gunshot'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3835744269802444869</id><published>2007-09-13T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:20:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>if ppl will to ask abt me at this moment of time, the words from my mouth wld be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a bit of a cheeky monkey, teasing and flattering but sarcastic and self-deprecating at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;2 I'm a big sports fan (only for tennis, even i don't play it) and particularly those on tracks.&lt;br /&gt;3. Food is really important to me. I enjoy cooking (once in a while though) &amp; eating with friends (or just myself)&lt;br /&gt;4. I enjoy doing those house chores like mopping, sweeping, cleaning but I can be lazy though&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hardly manage to bear slow people who always behave like they've just woken up (unless if it's totally a new thing discovered/known by him or her)&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm reliable and truly helpful.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not too fussed about things but I'm quite rancorous if someone’s being mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Family is important to me and I worship friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3835744269802444869?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3835744269802444869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3835744269802444869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3835744269802444869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3835744269802444869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/09/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-6693412223412624711</id><published>2007-09-12T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:35:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandaran hati</title><content type='html'>terkejut aku dapat email dr ruby. jarang sekali aku terima email drnya. it was sent on 3rd of sep. aku yg lambat check email tu. in her email, she has not say anything except this song lyrics. dia yg ku kenal mmg special. artistic and berfalsafah orgnya. dan jika betullah apa kata lirik lagu ni seperti apa yg kamu rasa sekarang, aku doakan u tak perlu lama2 memendam hati..moga kamu, dia (dan aku juga) bahagia selalu dan bukan yg buat2...i know ur inner u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yakinkah ku berdiri&lt;br /&gt;di hempa tanpa tepi&lt;br /&gt;bolehkah aku mendengarmu&lt;br /&gt;terkubur dalam emosi&lt;br /&gt;tanpa bisa bersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;aku dan nafasku&lt;br /&gt;merindukanmu&lt;br /&gt;terpuruk ku di sini&lt;br /&gt;terangi dia yang sepi&lt;br /&gt;dan ku tahu pasti&lt;br /&gt;kau menemani&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;kesendirianku&lt;br /&gt;teringat ku teringat&lt;br /&gt;pada janjimu ku terikat&lt;br /&gt;hanya sekejap ku berdiri&lt;br /&gt;kulakukan sepenuh hati&lt;br /&gt;peduli ku peduli&lt;br /&gt;siang dan malam yang berganti&lt;br /&gt;pedihku ini tak ada arti&lt;br /&gt;jika kaulah sandaran hati&lt;br /&gt;kaulah sandaran hati&lt;br /&gt;sandaran hati&lt;br /&gt;inikah yang kau mau&lt;br /&gt;benarkah ini jalanmu&lt;br /&gt;hanyalah engkau yang ku tuju&lt;br /&gt;pegang erat tanganku&lt;br /&gt;bimbing langkah kakiku&lt;br /&gt;aku hilang arah&lt;br /&gt;tanpa hadirmu&lt;br /&gt;dalam gelapnya&lt;br /&gt;malam hariku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-6693412223412624711?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/6693412223412624711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=6693412223412624711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/6693412223412624711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/6693412223412624711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/09/sandaran-hati.html' title='sandaran hati'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2028425347255169637</id><published>2007-09-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:12:36.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita dari blog lama</title><content type='html'>actually aku start blogging since november 2005 kat site yg mmg tak user friendly. klu nk type lebih2 kena bayar n etc. tp aku keep on writing there pasal aku suka dan terpesona dgn few bloggers yg encouraged me to write again and again. aku ttp akan tulis kat situ walaubagaimana sekali pun.  aku appreciate sgt dgn mereka yg so kind n nice to me. there are so wonderful. where in the world aku nak kenal strangers yg baik hati..ye tak?  tp aku rasa syg lak dgn all my entries tu kalau tak di copy ke sini. (err tp rajinkah aku nk copy semua kat sini? tengoklah camna nanti) saje la site ni aku leh access from work place but not the other site tu, so..apa lg :) aku ckp kat diri sendirik nih, enjoy la blogging mek na oiii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, November 29, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentang aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai permulaan, sedikit tentang aku..chinese look.. kawan rapat aku kata aku ni tak garang tapi tegas dgn keputusan yang aku buat, suka makan nasi tanpa kuah, tabiat membaca yang sukar difahami..melentang boleh, baring boleh, banyak lagi la gaya membaca aku. Suka tengok filem yg heavy, suka benda² yang fakta aje, bila marah cepat cool, senang maafkan orang, tak romantik di luar tapi romantik di dalam dan selamba semacam jek Aku suka muzik yang rancak ala² dance atau rock music. Programme tv aku suka Gilmore Girls dan drama Jepun / Korea &amp;amp; some selected English or International movies played on TV atau kat cinema. I used to have 7 pen pals around the world during my schooling time. Tapi la ni semua dah lost contact. I think I want to start it back.. making friends from all over the world through internet. Ok until then, c ya. Chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 27, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa aku rasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebut pasal tsunami, byk benda sedih yg dipaparkan dlm media elektronik dan media cetak. Aku memang turut bersimpati dengan tragedi yg byk meragut nyawa dan segala yg dimiliki mangsa yang terlibat. Bagi aku, tsunami buat aku kagum dengan kebesaran tuhan. Kuasanya melebihi segala yang ada. Aku bersyukur masih hidup, dapat aku melihat sendiri segala yang terjadi walaupun hanya dari bahan bacaan. Terngiang² ustaz aku masa darjah 6 bercerita tentang hari kiamat, bahtera nabi Noh, peristiwa bah besar, lautan terbelah dll. Masa tu aku tak dapat bayangkan betapa dasyhat kemusnahan yag terjadi but now I start to understand of all the meanings. Peristiwa tsunami ini satu sejarah. Kalau dulu aku hanya mengetahui mengenai malapetaka dunia ie peristiwa Pompeii, gunung Karakatua meletus dan byk lagi melalui pelajaran sejarah but today I had experienced it myself....living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak 2 minggu puasa lagi, adik aku di Shah Alam dah eksport 2 org anaknya iaitu kakak, 5 tahun dan Adam, 3 tahun ke rumah parents aku. So bermulalah saat mak aku kata aku dah jadi mak nombor 2 mereka. Mereka hanya akan dengar cakap aku aje. Kalau tok atau tok wan yg cakap, mmg tak jalan. B4 aku pergi kerja aku mesti bangunkan si kakak utk aturan tandasnya. Kalau tak buat, alamat silap haribulan banjir setempat. Si kakak ni hanya nak aku saja yg kejutkan dia. Balik dari kerja pula aku kena suapkan makan dan mandikan mereka. Tidur malam pula kena tidur bersama mereka di atas tilam yg dibentangkan di atas lantai dibilik mak aku. So terpaksalah aku tinggalkan katil kesayangan aku tu buat sementara. Penat mmg penat tapi aku redha dek kerana sgt sayangkan 2 anak buah aku yg so adorable! Next week ayah mereka dah nak import balik ke Shah Alam semula and for sure I'll miss them dan pagi² tiadalah kata² "bye mak long" sebaik tayar kereta bergolek ke opis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danau Toba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlanjur aku dah ke Medan atas urusan kerja, aku ajak boss pergi ke Danau Toba. Bagi aku kalau ke Medan wajib ke Danau Toba. Sampai di kaki pergunungan Parapat, pemandangan sgt indah dgn hijau bukit bukau, pokok pine serta keindahan tasik dari pandangan atas bukit sungguh memukau. Papan tanda yg poetic sekali bahasanya "Hutan Itu Paru-Paru Dunia". Pengalaman menyusuri tasik yang berkedalaman 400m memang buat aku kecut perut. Aku tak naik feri tapi naik bot yang hanya boleh memuatkan max 6 org. Muka aku basah terpercik air yg agak berombak petang tu. Aku tak fikir lain masa tu hanya berdoa jgnlah bot ni terbalik atau pecah semasa melawan ombak. Kami singgah di Tomok, tempat beli belah yg sunyi dan sepi, gerai jualan byk tapi pembelinya kurang. Jadilah kami org yg dipaksa untuk membeli. Sadis betul! Hajat nak singgah tempat penari kaleng tak kesampaian, hari dah hampir gelap. Untuk keselamatan elok balik ke hotel saja. Tamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, December 10, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang Khamis minggu lepas tiba² aku diarahkan boss bersiap sedia utk ke Medan bersamanya on the next day. Perasaan itu datang semula. Aku gabra naik flight. Tengahari Jumaat itu seat pula di bahagian hadapan, buatkan aku terasa benar dongakan masa MAS aircraft was taking off. Masa tu zikir jd peneman dan aircraft selamat landing di Polonia. Selesai tugasan, baki masa yang ada, kami ke Danau Toba. Perjalanannya +/- 4 jam dari hotel yg ditengah bandar itu. Sepanjang perjalanan aku dapat lihat sesuatu yg tiada di M'sia. W/pun jalannya sempit &amp;amp; byk selekoh tapi pemandu tempatan sgt bertoleransi, penganut kristian yg berkebaya lengkap dgn sanggul on their way nak pi service di gereja yg byk jumlahnya, papan tanda jualan babi panggang, wanita &amp;amp; jala ikan minta derma utk bina masjid, uniform pelajar sekolah yang 3,4 warna, pekan yg byk jual dodol. Ini semua menambah warna baru dlm hidup aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, January 23, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bosan tahap tinggi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah suatu hujung minggu tu takde benda nak buat, aku park kete kat kelana jaya &amp;amp; naik lrt tanpa ada hala tuju. perhatikan gelagat manusia dlm lrt. satu ketika tu aku rasa mcm aku sorang je yg ada dlm lrt tu. i've found my own peace dlm kesesakan manusia! last weekend aku ke apmt kawan baik aku, saje teman kan dia sambil berborak² dan yg paling best dia cite kat aku pengalaman dia naik bas awam ke tempat keje hari khamis lepas. sengaja dia naik bas utk hilangkan rasa bosan dgn rutin harian pagi² memandu. cite lelaki gemuk dgn seorg wanita. terkekeh² aku ikut ketawa dgr citenya. coincidently adik aku sms dr s.alam kata dia tgh buat keje giler, t-shirt kelabu + selipar jepun + track bottom, dgn moto my bro dia ronda² ikut guthrie highway sorang diri pas tu singgah kat shopping mall baru kat belakang pkns utk beli perfume body shop!! so kalau anda rasa bosan, cubalah buat keje giler sorang². terasa kelainannya :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, January 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single punye cite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petang tadi boss aku announced kat 4 org kami that new staff is joining us next monday. dan siap cakap lagi kat aku...he is single. dah lah aku sorang je perempuan kat dept. ni. mentang² aku tak kawin asal dengar single je mesti kenen kat aku. oh my goodness! thanx kerana ambil berat. tapi kau tak tau bos...bagi aku perkara cam tu susah nak cakap. belum tentu single sama single bertemu boleh terus 'on'. aku tak memilih sgt, bukan juga anti lelaki infact aku suka bekerja dgn lelaki dr bekerja dgn perempuan, kaum sejenis aku...lelaki to me lebih straight forward &amp;amp; funny too. i can speak out anything in mind. mereka tak simpan dlm hati. tapi tu la, i never had any serious relationship with men. don't ask me why, friend... coz i also don't know why. ini tuhan punya kuasa. doa je la yg terbaik utk aku ok :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, January 19, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee kasarnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secara sedar atau tidak. di cafeteria tadi, seorang wanita kedengaran cara bercakapnya begitu kasar dgn aksi sila panggung dan menggoyang² kakinya sambil tangan menyuap makanan ke mulut tanpa mengendahkan org lain yg berkongsi meja dengannya. aku pun heran, kenapa perlu bercakap kuat? walhal kawan perempuannya itu hanya selang satu tempat duduk darinya. dunia sekarang benar² berubah..semua nak cepat, pintas, deras dll tanpa memperdulikan keadaan di sekeliling asalkan matlamat peribadi tercapai!! oh dunia..kiamat makin dekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately kau selalu muncul dlm hidup aku&lt;br /&gt;masa makan kau datang&lt;br /&gt;masa aku nak tido pun kau dtg&lt;br /&gt;masa tengok tv kau main cilut cak lagi dgn aku&lt;br /&gt;masa aku membaca pun kau nak kacau aku&lt;br /&gt;aku depan pc ni pun kau tetap menjengah&lt;br /&gt;even masa sembahyang pun kau kacau aku&lt;br /&gt;allah tau aku...moga keajaiban berlaku, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life frugally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya ramai yg dpt bonus hujung tahun lepas. Aku dpt gak tp tiada plan lagi nak buat apa hinggalah petang tadi aku terdpt idea nak repaint kete aku, betulkan here and there. Ini sbg pembakar semangat utk start a new life in 2006. Sabtu ni set, hantar workshop. Ramai yg kutuk kete aku buruk..especially ayah. He says buy a new one lah...mmg kalu ikut hati nak tapi aku tak kuasa nak ada hutang besar lagi. Cukuplah dgn apartment aku satu. It's now become a liability to me. Aku tak sewakan dan aku pun tak duduk di sana. Selesa lagi tinggal dgn parents. Nak jual..tiada pembeli. Nak sewakan takut jadi cam kawan aku, tenant tak bayar &amp;amp; lari mlm lak tu. Tapi sekali pk, gasak je la. belum cuba belum tahu. Esok balik keje aku akan tampalkan iklan apmt utk disewa. Tahun baru ni aku akan guna duit byk kalu application aku utk further study tu berjaya...i'll be terribly bz nanti. Juggling my time between study and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 10, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa la aku malas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately aku memang malas kerja. Tambah lagi bos kesayangan aku dah resign last week. Ingat nak cari kerja yg dekat dgn area rumah aku sekurang²nya tidak lagi stuck in the massive jam daily. Aku pergi career fair hari Sabtu lepas, hampeh mana ada walk-in i/view. Submit resume je la. Sekali pk macam nak buat biz tapi nak biz apa? Petang tadi aku baca Azizi's book - the millionaire in me...inspirational juga. Aku cuba nak follow his advice. Get more networks, create a second income, add new knowledge in your life. So sape² yg minat cakap pasal managing money...u r welcome to drop me some emails. Maybe we cld share something towards better life i mean abt money and how to make it works for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, February 25, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang seronok kalau tiba² ada org buat something surprise kat kita. khamis lepas aku dpt birthday cake and a set of brooch dr 3 org anak buah aku kat opis. patutlah sehari sebelum tu depa sibuk tanya what is my favourite colour, i dgn selamba je jawab biru dan putih. dan kek yg depa sediakan tu pun icing layernya warna putih dgn wording 'selamat harijadi xxxxxx' nya warna biru. aku betul² terharu. terimakasih ros, aisiah dan ct. i appreciate it very much. love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patut ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ni aku ada mixed feelings when my mom told me that my younger sis nak bertunang. gembira pasal adik aku nak bertunang dgn lelaki yg sgt sayangkannya. sedih pasal aku, si kakak yg tak kahwin² bahkan tak de bf pun lagi. inilah kehidupan...aku kena terus melaluinya dgn tabah &amp;amp; berfikiran positiflah nampaknya. tapi susah juga nak sorok rasa sedih yg suddenly datang ni. jalan penyelesaiannya tadi aku masuk bilik air and sengaja let the running water from the shower hose falls onto my head lama²... lega sikit rasanya. it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend aku &amp;amp; kawan baik aku ani, basuh apmt aku. masuk ni dah 2x ani tolong aku cuci apmt tu. 1st time tu aku tak jd pindah coz asyik bertangguh nak kemas barang hingga dah berabuk lantai, terus buat aku malas. kali ni aku nekad utk pindah. selepas hampir 3 tahun aku biar ia tak berpenghuni. tangki bilik air yg ada prob, pintu bilik air yg aku nak tukar ke jenis lain dan mosquito net yg aku nak pasang tu dah siap semuanya. so this weekend aku akan berangkut barang². langsir aku dah siap beli last weekend. warna berlainan utk setiap ruang. decoration mirror pun aku dah beli. lepas ni, malam² aku akan slowly decorate apmt aku. mungkin aku akan mulakan dengan mengecat one side of my living room's wall to apple green to match with the living hall's curtain :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katakan dgn indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku suka lagu ni tapi tak berapa ambil tau liriknya...aku suka mendengar bait2 liriknya dan lebih best bila tengok video clipnya. aku boleh berulang2 kali menontonnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku katakan dgn indah dgn terbuka&lt;br /&gt;hatiku hampa, sptnya luka menghampirinya&lt;br /&gt;kau beri rasa yg berbeda mungkin ku salah mengertikannya&lt;br /&gt;yg ku rasa cinta&lt;br /&gt;tetapi hatiku, terlalu meninggikanmu, selalu meninggikanmu&lt;br /&gt;membuatku terjatuh dan terjatuh lagi......&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;kau hancurkan hati, hancurkan lagi&lt;br /&gt;kau hancurkan hatiku utk melihatmu&lt;br /&gt;kau terangi jiwaku, kau gelapkan lagi&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETERPAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 14, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak sporting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend aku cruising the north south highway dengan mak. saja nak habiskan cuti 3 hari, hujung minggu + thaipusam. along the journey to and fro, aku nampak beberapa adegan yg elok dijadikan renungan bersama :&lt;br /&gt;1. sikap segelintir org yg suka buang sampah merata2. somewhere in perak adalah satu kete ni yg nampak gaya pemandunya sedang menikmati kelazatan buah2an yg mungkin dibeli di r&amp;amp;r tapah kot...yg tak bestnya, toiinnkk plastic pembungkus dibuang di jlnraya!&lt;br /&gt;2. ketekunan pemungut/pekerja plus/propel yg memungut sampah di tepi2 jln. di tengahari panas berbekalkan motor dan kayu pemungut sampah. aku salute mereka ini. mmg aku akui highway bersih. ini menunjukkan betapa kita manusia saling melengkapi satu sama lain. kalu semua org tak sanggup nak buat kerja camtu, susah juga nak maintain kebersihan highway ni&lt;br /&gt;3. sikap segelintir org yg memandu di lorong laju/ memotong spt bapak dia punya jalan. jalanraya bukan tempat makan angin la kawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang2 kita rasa kita fail to do the task given bcoz it's really comes from us, we r not good enough or sometimes just simply throw it to the other people's fault. but b4 go on further blaming here and there pls chunk the prob into pieces. see and scrutinize for the rootcause...is that really our incapability in handling things or due to some work circumstances/red tapes or combination of both which's holding us back!! by chunking, we cld get clearer picture of what's happening. see your prob in helicopter view. this will lead us to tackle the prob in better perspective. do your best as u cld and always pray to God for the guidance. and remember one thing, no one's perfect. we human always make mistake. just forget them and live ahead. life's short. be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini nasihat kepada adik perempuan bongsu aku, ita yg manja tak habis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-2028425347255169637?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/2028425347255169637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=2028425347255169637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2028425347255169637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2028425347255169637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/09/cerita-aku-dari-blog-lama.html' title='cerita dari blog lama'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2981758308895229204</id><published>2007-09-04T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:09:36.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50th merdeka annivesary &amp; me</title><content type='html'>30th August,&lt;br /&gt;start balik keje petang khamis tu aku dah plan nk ajak ani pi lepak kat pantai sambil tunggu org pasang bunga api. tapi bila aku sampai umah malam tu aku changed plan. tak jd lah. malas pulak nak kuar memalam. ye la aku ni kan boleh kira mcm endangered species. perempuan yg tak pandai kuar malam &amp;amp; shopping. perasan la sikit kan. tapi mmg betul pun, kan? mana ada org ppuan yg tak suka shopping ye dak? so malam tu aku buat case studies &amp;amp; layan baca blog sambil jenguk2 kat tingkap dapur apmt aku bila dengar ada bunyi letupan bunga api...wah cantiklah. tak yah kuar pun dapat nengok gak ckp aku dlm hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st August,&lt;br /&gt;bangun pg aku terus bersiap2 nak ke starbuck jumpa geng kelas aku. the main reason kami buat pot kat situ pasal its free wifi. belilah juice apa yg patut utk cover line supaya tak nampak mcm nak berinternet free kan. kami janji nak buat asgmnt sama2. depa 3 org tu satu grp, aku lak all alone. my other 2 grp members meresap. aku bg chance la kat depa be with their family cuti2 nih. aku ni single so aytime aku boleh bercuti, ikut suka aku. tak perlu nak adjust masa here n there to be together. kami dok kat situ sampai petang, time solat kitorang pi kat petronas stn, nasib baik petronas ada provide surau for public use. di samping buat keje sekolah kitorang tu, sempat gak 2 org kwn aku tadi pi cilok tanya2 package facial treatment kat labote. so around 4+ kami cunggit pi buat facial. ok gak ler...release stress n so relaxing. dalam pukul 7 kami pun baliklah. aku terus singgah rumah mak aku, saje la, aku kalau sehari tak tenung/pandang muka mak ayah aku..rasa macam kehilangan je. depa mungkin tak tau apa yg aku rasa, pasal aku ni jenis yg tak pandai nk tunjuk perasaan dalaman aku dgn kata2. yelah aku percaya, action speaks louder than words. itu adalah antara sebab aku balik keje kat sini. dulu masa keje kat usj, mmg best take de yg tak menyeronokkan. cumanya satu hari tu, aku tiba2 teringat mak ayah aku yg semakin tua. aku kurang spent masa dengan mereka masa zaman muda2 dulu. dan aku bayangkan kalau la depa ... dan aku tak de kat sisi, aku akan menyesal seumur hidup. then aku terfikir pulak mungkin pasal tu la juga aku tak kawin2 lagi. mungkin tuhan, nak aku temankan makayah aku la kot. ye la dr umur aku 13 sampailah kerja, aku asyik tak dok umah. aku mmg besar dgn nasi kawah! pas tu aku ingat lagi, mak aku pernah kata kat aku, engkau ni asyik tinggal org je, bila org tinggal kau sekali jer..kau rasa sedih sesangat. itu masa makayah aku pi mekah. masa depa call aku dari sana, aku yg sebak bergenang airmata bila bercakap kat phone, depa ok jer. then adik aku kata. tak sangka aku mcm tu, nampak mcm cool n strong tapi tak la jugak. ishh aku melalutlah...back to apa yg aku nak cite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st September&lt;br /&gt;aku bangun je tidur, gosok gigi je tak mandi terus jadi full time maid. aku sapu, mop lantai, lap habuk atas tv, meja, kitchen cabinet, tingkap, buang sawang apa yg patut. aku mmg boleh kira mcm health, cleanliness freak gak ler. aku suka konsep minimalist dan yg penting bersih. aku tak boleh hidup dlm persekitaran yg kotor dan selerak. tp aku pun tak nafikan kadang bila penyakit M aku melanda, aku tak peduli gak le kat penyapu sampai minggu2 gak ler. somewhere in the noon baru aku siap. mandi makan n apa lg, tidur..letih. dalam pukul 4 aku bangun, mandi lagi. aku rajin mandi lak masa tu. around 5, aku tengok DVD awakenings, yg aku terpandang masa mengemas pagi tuh. cite tu best lah. cite pasal a shy doctor yg sgt dedicated dgn researchnya ttg satu penyakit pelik. akhirnya dia berjaya cipta satu ubat. so magical his patients tiba2 pulih. tapi utk satu jangka waktu je. then ada some chemical reaction menyebabkan patients back to old ones. penyakit tu dtg balik. walau dia tambah dos, ttp tak ok. the he realised. in life, yg paling pnting is the existence of friends and family around. kita selalu tak perasan ttg mereka. kita take for granted. doktor ni pun sama. ada sorang nurse yg selalu be with him day and nite tolong buta research dia. tp one day bila si nurse ni ajak minum, dia tolak. pasal malu lah konon2nya. walhal nurse takdak maksud lain sekadar kawan sekerja. so moralnya, kita kena perasan our surroundings. ini aku cakap utk diri aku gak. yg selalu mcm blur je. bukan aku sengaja pun. lepas habis tengok cite tu, aku terus tulis surat kat ita, cite pasal awakenings ni kat dia, pasal masa aku tgh tengok, dia ada call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-5144605134355135333</id><published>2007-08-30T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:26:19.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merdeka ke 50 tahun</title><content type='html'>esok malaysia akan sambut hari kemerdekaannya yg ke50. aku tau yg org dulu byk berjuang dgn tenaga dan akal fikiran utk mendapatkan kemerdekaan.  nasib baik dekat sekolah dulu aku belajar sejarah. kalau nak harapkan aku cari dan baca semdiri, ampun sajalah agaknya. melaluinya aku tau jugaklah apa itu perit jerih nak memerdekakan negara tercinta ini. susahnya org dulu dulu berjuang utk mendaulatkan negara ini. banyak lagilah berkenaan sejarah asia tenggara dan tempat2 lain yg aku tau masa kat sekolah dulu. belajar tentang sejarah kesultanan melayu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi bila aku tanya diri sendiri apa perasaan dan makna kemerdekaan itu pada aku? terus terang aku mcm tak rasa apa2 yg magic. aku tengok ramai yg kibarkan bendera kat kereta mereka, teringat mcm nak kibarkan juga kat kereta aku tapi bila aku cari bendera mini lama yg aku rasa mcm ada tersimpan kat glove compartment dalam kereta, tiadalah pulak. bendera tu kawan aku shahri masa tempat kerja lama yg bagi. aku tak pula rasa mcm nak pergi kedai beli satu utk meneruskan niat aku tu. aku bukan tak bersyukur atau tiada perasaan cintakan negara kerana aku rasa aku memang ada tinggi rasa sentimental dgn bangsa dan negara sendiri. tapi tu lah, susah aku nak describe apa yg aku rasa. macam biasa2 je. takdelah rasa 'spark' ke apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku lebih relate dan melihat ke dalam diri aku. apa itu merdeka? aku masih tak rasa aku berfikiran merdeka. especially dalam pekerjaan utk menyara hidup aku ni. aku masih macam takut dan tak yakin dgn apa yg aku nak buat dalam hidup ini. sikit2 aku rujuk kat mak ayah atau kawan2 rapat. mereka memberi 1001 satu kenyataan yg akhirnya buat aku confuse dan aku tak move ke mana  mana pun. alih alih aku still buat kerja yg aku rasa mcm nak termuntah. i really bored with this mundane life at work..serious!! sangat sangat.  i keep on tukar kerja, sekarang ni ialah tempat kerja aku yg ke6 !  keenam enam kerja ini adalah kerja makan gaji dgn orang. yg tak berapa nak freedom aku rasakan. masa dan decision adalah bukan mutlak milik diri aku. kena ikut kemahuan majikan. nak buat macamana dah memang kerja dgn org so kenalah ikut dalam keterpaksaan. dan jadilah aku yg bukan diri aku. kadang2 aku termenung pjg memikirkan apa aku nak jadi nih? sampai ke saat ini aku masih berperasaan mcm tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa2 pun selamat hari merdeka yg ke-50 utk malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-5144605134355135333?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/5144605134355135333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=5144605134355135333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5144605134355135333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5144605134355135333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-ke-50-tahun.html' title='merdeka ke 50 tahun'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-7730799335425237002</id><published>2007-08-29T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:25:04.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dari dalam diri 1</title><content type='html'>mulai saat ini aku akan menulis the truth about me di sini. pasal aku dah macam bosan asyik nak cover, tak nak disclose my true feeling. aku dah bosan berpura-pura of not being me! lagi pun who cares..no one knows who i am in this virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan mula cerita zaman aku kecil. aku anak askar. so biasalah selalu merantau. tukar sekolah tu perkara biasa, dah jadi part and parcel of my life. jadinya aku kenal dan jumpa pelbagai org tapi satupun tak lekat jd close friend aku, always on the run gitu. ala ala loneranger. so aku tak heran kalau sekarang ni bila dewasa aku macam selesa duduk sengsorang kat apartment, infact aku pun tak kisah sgt berjalan ke mana mana atau buat sesuatu seorang diri. ada kenalan aku kata aku ni macam memencilkan diri darinya dan kawan-kawan yg lain. macam anti social gitu. aku tak bermaksud begitu, it just me. aku pun tak nak paksa dia utk memahami who is the real me. latar belakang membentuk personaliti seseorang. itu aku percaya sgt. sekarang ni bila ayah pencen dan balik kampung...jadinya no childhood friends and no chilhood memories either! all gone with the wind di tempat baru kami called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa kecik, aku lebih cendurung bermain dgn budak lelaki. main polis sentri, kejar-kejar, lawan-lawan, main kasut roda, main rounders, main berkelah kelah pusing semua blok kat dalam kem dan byk lagilah yg aku dah tak ingat. seingatnya, aku tak pernah main di kalangan all girls. mesti ada budak lelaki dalam group aku. so membesarlah aku menjadi perempuan yg tak pandai berperasaan manja dan gedik mcm budak perempuan lain. aku lebih ke arah cakap terus terang dan perkataan merajuk mmg tiada dalam kamus hidup aku. tak reti dan aku rasa tak perlu pun bersikap mcm tu, bukan org tau kalau kita buat perangai camtu. so kalau tak suka, atau tak setuju denagn sesuatu, i say it loud. itu mmg trademark aku yg aku bawa sampai sekarang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-7730799335425237002?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/7730799335425237002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=7730799335425237002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7730799335425237002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/7730799335425237002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/08/real-me-1.html' title='dari dalam diri 1'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2737847166683181960</id><published>2007-08-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:29:04.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti Amo</title><content type='html'>While driving back to my apmt from parents’ place last nite, (after the regular dinner) switched on the radio (red.fm to be exact) huh this song reminisced me of my schooling time. nothing to do with me being dumbed by a boy (infact i dun even have a special bf till now..i cldnt believe it myself!) I used to like this song very much. I remember written its lyrics at the last page of buku kerja !! I fell in luv with laura’s husky voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo, God how I love you so&lt;br /&gt;My heart just won't let goDay after day&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holdin' onEven though you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo, wasn't I good to you?&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I could do&lt;br /&gt;To make you want to be here with me&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved meI can't believe you could just turn and leave&lt;br /&gt;Y'did it so easilyYou pulled my world out from under me&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've done to meHow could you end it this way&lt;br /&gt;After the love that we made?God how I wish you had stayed&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I just want you back?&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo, I never had a clue that I was losin' you&lt;br /&gt;You never once let me know you were lettin' me go&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess it was there in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was there in your sighs&lt;br /&gt;Guess it was there in your lies&lt;br /&gt;I was blind then, couldn't face the end&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo, thought we'd go on and on&lt;br /&gt;Thought we had something strong&lt;br /&gt;You pulled my world out from under me&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've done to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-2737847166683181960?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/2737847166683181960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=2737847166683181960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2737847166683181960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2737847166683181960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/08/while-driving-back-to-my-apmt-from.html' title='Ti Amo'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-3053117647386361784</id><published>2007-08-28T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:42:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A House Is Not A Home</title><content type='html'>A chair is still a chair&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's no one sitting there&lt;br /&gt;But a chair is not a house&lt;br /&gt;And a house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one there to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;And no one there you can kiss good night.&lt;br /&gt;A room is still a room&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's nothing there but gloom;&lt;br /&gt;But a room is not a house,&lt;br /&gt;And a house is not a home&lt;br /&gt;When the two of us are far apart&lt;br /&gt;And one of us has a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and then I call your name&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly your face appears&lt;br /&gt;But it's just a crazy game&lt;br /&gt;When it ends it ends in tears.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, have a heart,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let one mistake keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant to live alone.&lt;br /&gt;Turn this house into a home.&lt;br /&gt;When I climb the stair and turn the key,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please be there still in love with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-3053117647386361784?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/3053117647386361784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=3053117647386361784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3053117647386361784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/3053117647386361784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/08/house-is-not-home.html' title='A House Is Not A Home'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-1866956547814884566</id><published>2007-08-28T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:39:21.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The windows of the world</title><content type='html'>The windows of the world are covered with rain,&lt;br /&gt;Where is the sunshine we once knew?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows when little children play&lt;br /&gt;They need a sunny day to grow straight and tall.&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows of the world are covered with rain,&lt;br /&gt;When will those black skies turn to blue?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows when boys grow into men&lt;br /&gt;They start to wonder when their country will call.&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun shine through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-1866956547814884566?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/1866956547814884566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=1866956547814884566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1866956547814884566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/1866956547814884566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/08/windows-of-world.html' title='The windows of the world'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-593500398284312588</id><published>2007-05-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:42:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why she has to do that?</title><content type='html'>why you have to say that infront of us?&lt;br /&gt;why you keep on saying about that same thing?&lt;br /&gt;why you have to again and again mumbling about that?&lt;br /&gt;do you aware that we are bored bored bored of that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not we but me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-593500398284312588?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/593500398284312588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=593500398284312588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/593500398284312588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/593500398284312588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-she-has-to-do-that.html' title='why she has to do that?'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-5911219604737596702</id><published>2007-05-17T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:23:39.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons i learned</title><content type='html'>in my years of lives i have learned quite a number of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. must keep a secret to ourselves - this i learned from my mum. she used to tell me that. u cant disclose everythg abt your personal matter even to your closest person in your life. spare that to your own good self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when you have a problem, talk  to the right person - this i figured out myself. there were many times when i was so depressed with something and started to blurted to everyone that i know. it was truly a disaster because instead of me doing the right thing, they were misled me to another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. dont expect others to help you, help yourself. - yes people do care about us but we are the one suffers, dont waste your time waiting, react. dont wait for others to help you instead start do something for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. as a malay proverb says, buat baik berpada², buat jahat jangan sekali - i strongly believe in this. we never know that sometimes the one that we helps will be the one who will turn down us and maybe will be the one who is also taking advantage on us all the while witout realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. believe in your instict - sometimes our gut already warns or signals us on something but we always ignore that feeling inside. put into consideration to listen to your guts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-5096554633995249077</id><published>2007-04-19T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:25:23.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrow &amp; in despair ?</title><content type='html'>Allah does not wrong people in any way;&lt;br /&gt;rather it is people who wrong themselves.&lt;br /&gt;(Surah Yunus: 44)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tried to number Allah's blessings,&lt;br /&gt;you could never count them.&lt;br /&gt;Allah is Ever-Forgiving, Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;(Surat an-Nahl: 18)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-5096554633995249077?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/5096554633995249077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=5096554633995249077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5096554633995249077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/5096554633995249077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorrow-in-despair.html' title='sorrow &amp; in despair ?'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-9105610149011025</id><published>2007-04-10T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:41:13.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ampun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/RhsyAUHn4fI/AAAAAAAAABc/fnvNt6XbXQM/s1600-h/pls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051686388008215026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/RhsyAUHn4fI/AAAAAAAAABc/fnvNt6XbXQM/s320/pls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-9105610149011025?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/9105610149011025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=9105610149011025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/9105610149011025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/9105610149011025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='Ampun'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/RhsyAUHn4fI/AAAAAAAAABc/fnvNt6XbXQM/s72-c/pls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2954696193462251766</id><published>2007-04-05T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:05:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candid camera at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/RhS-Qhx63II/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bc-QXgD2DcA/s1600-h/21-03-07_1307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049870273344101506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/RhS-Qhx63II/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bc-QXgD2DcA/s320/21-03-07_1307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know you have found this new interest in photography but heyy, jangan aarr :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8073459536966202118-2954696193462251766?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2954696193462251766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2954696193462251766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/04/colors-of-life-ii.html' title='candid camera at work'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_htzQul3hiig/RhS-Qhx63II/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bc-QXgD2DcA/s72-c/21-03-07_1307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073459536966202118.post-2233404391776645672</id><published>2007-03-28T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:41:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something worth sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;APAKAH REZEKI DAN JODOH TELAH DI TULIS DI LAUH MAHFUDZ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan.&lt;br /&gt;Syaikh Muhammad bin Shalih Al-'Utsaimin ditanya : "Apakah rezqi dan jodoh juga telah tertulis di Lauh Mahfudz ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;Segala sesuatu sejak awal terciptanya Qalam sampai tiba hari Qiyamat telah tertulis di Lauh Mahfudz, karena sejak permulaan menciptakan Qalam Allah telah berfirman kepadanya : "Tulislah", Dia (Qalam) bertanya : "Wahai Rabb-ku, apa yang harus aku tulis?" Allah berfirman : "Tulislah segala sesuatu yang terjadi". Kemudian dia (Qalam) menulis segala sesuatu yang terjadi sampai hari kiamat. Juga diriwayatkan dari Nabi : "Artinya : Sesungguhnya janin yang ada dalam kandungan ibunya ketika telah melewati umur empat bulan, maka Allah mengutus Malaikat kepadanya yang meniupkan roh dan menulis rizqi, ajal, amal dan apakah dia celaka atau bahagia". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rezqi juga telah tertulis dan ditakdirkan beserta sebab-sebabnya, tidak bertambah dan tidak berkurang. Sebagian dari sebab-sebab (rezqi) adalah pekerjaan manusia untuk mencari rezqi, sebagaimana firman Allah : "Artinya : Dia (Allah) adalah Tuhan yang telah menjadikan bumi tunduk (kepadamu), maka berjalanlah dia atas pundaknya dan makanlah sebagian rezqi-Nya dan kepada-nyalah tempat kembali" [Al-Maidah : 15] Sebagian dari sebab-sebab rezqi lagi adalah menyambung persaudaraan (sillaturrahim), termasuk berbuat baik kepada kedua orang tua dan menyambung hubungan keluarga, karena Nabi telah bersabda. "Artinya : Barangsiapa ingin dilapangkan rezqinya dan dipanjangkan umurnya, maka hendaklah dia menyambung persaudaraan (sillaturrahim). Sebagian sebab-sebab rezqi lagi adalah bertaqwa kepada Allah, sebagaimana firman Allah. "Artinya : Barangsiapa bertaqwa, maka Dia akan menjadikan baginya jalan keluar dan memberinya rezqi dengan tanpa disangka-sangka" [Ath-Thalaq : 2-3] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Janganlah anda mengatakan : "rezqi telah tertulis dan terbatasi dan aku tidak akan melakukan sebab-sebab untuk mencapainya". Karena pernyataan tersebut adalah suatu kelemahan. Sedangkan yang disebut kepandaian adalah kamu tetap berupaya mencari rezqi dan sesuatu yang bermanfaat bagimu, baik untuk agamamu maupun untuk duniamu. Nabi bersabda. "Artinya : Seorang yang pandai adalah orang yang mengoreksi dirinya dan beramal untuk bekal setelah mati, sedangkan orang yang lemah adalah orang hanya mengikuti hawa nafsunya dan berangan-angan" Sebagaiamana rezqi telah tertulis dan ditaqdirkan bersama sebab-sebabnya, maka jodoh juga telah tertulis (beserta sebab-sebabnya). Masing-masing dari suami istri telah tertulis untuk menjadi jodoh bagi yang lain. Bagi Allah tidak rahasia lagi segala sesuatu, baik yang ada di bumi maupun di langit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073459536966202118-2233404391776645672?l=bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/feeds/2233404391776645672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073459536966202118&amp;postID=2233404391776645672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2233404391776645672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073459536966202118/posts/default/2233404391776645672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bajukurungmerah.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-worth-sharing.html' title='something worth sharing'/><author><name>Mek Na</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17940575633799727743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_htzQul3hiig/SIFFT-FgWTI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dxkELUvMigY/S220/shygirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
