<?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-17734820</id><updated>2011-09-12T15:00:03.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita kita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-499959597702980712?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/499959597702980712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/499959597702980712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2010/09/read-allert.html' title='READ ALLERT!'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-5788863776874990667</id><published>2009-02-16T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:14:52.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ireland</title><content type='html'>there are a few things i guess that i would always, or forever remember/cherish about ireland...... things that i guess i will never be able to emulate/make happen again...things that i wish could happen, coz it makes this life very meaningfull....little small things that when it happens, you dont notice, but will make a big impact on ur life..... in no particular order :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz masak kat rumah 32 everyday after class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;balik class thru tesco dengan shaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;roaming the isle of tesco wilton dgn shaz, not sure wat to buy/make for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz asking me wat to cook for dinner, and me telling shaz not to cook too much coz i wont finish it, shaz paksa me makan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding cheap pak choi/vege at the reduced section tesco wilton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding cheap ayam/daging/itik( remember shaz, duck pon kite penah beli kat tesco!!!) katok at reduced section tesco, but not sure wther to buy or not, but ended up buying anyway....faraj expensive..shaz buat duck roast harituh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz straighten his hair everyday....then complains to me about burning the pulp of his fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz runs down and knocks my door, ajak me to go to sri's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sri picking us up with afiq and natrah at the back, and then pergi rumah sri.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sri and shaz masak ( what an instituition!!!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz promising to stop/cut/reduce smoking......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz gulung rokok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;after class,randomly going to the cinema with shaz, just to lepas geram........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ema/leia picks me up to go to sri's house/wayang/shopping........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on the way back from class with shaz, leia calls shaz to tell that she was going on a date with some surfer dude she met at the hospital, at that moment we were crossing the wilton road infront of tesco's towards wilton court on the way home.......some years back.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naik kereta micra leia while listening to the killer's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving all the way up to dublin dengan a heavily pregnant  sri to make afiq's passport, then jln2 dublin...still have the pictures!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to limerick with emma/shaz to meet paan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paan turun cork from limerick - which would mean fun for us........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lepak-lepak apartment ema with sri shaz ema paan leia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;minum at costa with everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sri picking me up at 4 am to go to NEXT sale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siti showing me her Jimmy choo's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying to create conversation dgn mosh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengok abe/uncle/izzat main x box....and thinking 'ehhh depa nie cam budak kecik jer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping dengan siti/leia early morning boxing day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying my first wedgewood at brown thomas dengan leia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makan ice cream dgn shaz oni and shazarina at gino's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the strawberry pavlova at scoozy's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to rumah glenarden one day, the girls masak masak, leia telling us her new bf is coming, kecoh in the house as leia meets her new bf outside the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boring day at 32 riverview one day, until suddenly shaz comes running down knocking my door, saying that we have to go to sri's house,  abe calls him to tell that sri in labor, shaz has to go to sri's house....omg!!! kecoh giler!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sri/abe deciding not thier 2nd childs name, that time dalam kereta honda depa nak pergi ke bandar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-raya dinner at Milano's with everyone ( somewhere in 2005 i think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to see James Blunt dengan paan ema shaz leia and H&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Paan making full use of siti's house one for one day...cannot help it, very resort-ish..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;London dengan paan ema....best london experience i guess!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;West end show in london with paan......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siti datang amik me at CUH one day to go to her house, one day before OBs?Gyn exam....ehm ehem.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naik kereta peaugeot 207 paan....and paan singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watchin ema paan leia and shaz fight, and thinking, 'hmmmm, its still okay to be 26 , not to old to be jumping around'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving to penang with emma/ and shaz for leia' wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching sri/ abe mom preparing hantaran for leia's wedding at sri's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaz making leia's wedding cake at siti house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaz bimbang leia's cake tak jadi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leia's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jalan jalan penang with ema/ shaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ema leaving her hand phone dekat wayang mahon point&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paan membebel at ema for loosing her HP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paan complaining about something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to emma talking about her registra yang dia minat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paan and ema kareoke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaz buat aksi lucah time kareoke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengok shaz cakap talifon dengan paan sampai tidor, paan continues talking...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making out a list of bad words or sex related words in malay for honza at Honza's small house near maxol , remember.... 'lagi-lagi', 'kuat lagi', and 'sakit'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leia telling us that she does not feel well  ( muntah2 segala) dekat bucu between brown thomas and debenhams on boxing day, and wants to go home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sri telling me/shaz/leia she was pregnant with natrah in leia's car in limerick on the way to kedai china.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaz not being able to continue 4th med......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H cooking that soupy czech thing in which we dip frech loaf in to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;honza telling me that Leia just got to know that Sri's pregnant again while picking me up from 32 riverview est to go somewhere, and telling me not to tell sri that he has told me.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on 1st april - shaz called me to tell me that sri got into a fight with abe and has locked her self up in the living room and was crying all day, ema picked me up and dengan kecoh serta bimbangnyer, driving with ema to sri's house, arriving to hear sri still crying, but very monotonous.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siti and Mosh ariving at Sri's house siap berbaju kurung dan sampin, Leia was getting married to Honza on the 1st of april.........ema punye keje.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaz balik malaysia for good, paan balik malaysia for good, ema balik malaysia for good, sri'abe balik malaysia for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving shaz to the airport with paan .........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAst final med rotation was at limerick, medicine- paan drove me to dublin to leia's house and then jalan jalan dublin , 3 weeks before finals......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pawi and feeza driving me to CUH for my final Med exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siti / sri/ leia calling me wishing me good luck for Finals...and calling them each time after the exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FINAL medical exam, getting a MS patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary hogan asking me about  PML on patients treated with tysabri......i knew i passed at that moment.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to tesco's to buy pampers for natrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zarina's mee bandung&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowing that sri dapat keje intern .... for some reason i was so excited......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boarding train to dublin after final exams, not having to seat for any orals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lepak rumah leia in dublin after final exams, for a few weeks, leia heavily preggers at that stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sri's roast beef / turkey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;siti teaching me how to anyam ketupat at her hse before raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boarding flight to US&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengok abe main psp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle offering me his a place to stay in limerick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kak agee/kak toh masak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abe lepas exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving with Zarina to Sligo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kak toh telling me my baju dah siap lipat, although i told her not to do it.........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncle opening house door each time i balik kerja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving to leia's house in SLigo, lepak lepak leia's house in Sligo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going to hospital with leia for kuba's immunisation......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating lobster at Sligo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reviewing a sick patient who went into heart block post surgery one night oncall in limerick  with medical reg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That reg belanja me kopi that mane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to paan complaining abt ema or nurses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listening to emma complaining abt paan or nurses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post take ward round limerick, going to the radiologist with a cup of coffee for him so that he okays the 8 CT scans i ordered, and reports it immediately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling abe from peads ward, tanye abe cam ner nak prescribe abx for kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having dinner at fishy fishy cobh one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to turkey with zarina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lepak dengan zarina before balik malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weekend in dingle with sri abe uncle ageee, sewa rumah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yatchin in cobh.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leia's pea soup and chicken schnitzel...and that cheese thing she cooks for H which have bread crumbles on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling oukward each time leia/honza , abe/sri go thru lover's tiff, and i'm like on thier couch watchin tv.....soooo oukward......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tting to sleep in couches in almost everyone's hsse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and many many more.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-5788863776874990667?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sehinggalah keluarga. Aku as usual can itu jugak, no major changes, but soon i guess aku dah nak kene kejer, tahap boring cheepan yang i have too endure every evening is not helping it either. Setakat aku balik malaysia macam macam terjadi, ...... among others aku accident langgar bontot kereta orang sampai abes kereta perodua myvi bapak aku and yesss, aku hampir hampir buat scene kat smarttag lane toll jalan duta on the way to subang sebab tak reload kad smartag - konon-konon nak drive macam orang kl yang lain in their respective S classes yang zoom thru smartag lane like no ones business, aku pon nak zoomlah, tekan lah minyak kereta wira 15 tahun bapak aku ........ tapi palang toll tak naik, sib baik aku berjaya break on time, siap berasap asap lagi bontot kereta......by that time of cozlah dah berduyun duyun kereta kat belakang aku hon hon.....oh hhh myyy goddd, SO EMBARASSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! siap kene reverse lagi...........OMG!!! malu giler!!!!!!!  OMG OMG malunyer, aku tetibe terasa sangat malu and hilang mood nak update blog nie sebab malu..........OMG SOOO embarassing........nak nak masuk bilik menangis jap....esok esok aku hapdate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-2374297013310435844?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/2374297013310435844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/2374297013310435844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2009/02/smartag.html' title='smartag'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-3480017147204567166</id><published>2009-01-28T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:08:27.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maafkan Syaz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kepada Sri dan Paan yg tak jemu2 call Syaz... maafkan Syaz sebab tak jawab. Jiwa Syaz sekarang agak sesak. Berikan Syaz sedikit masa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-3480017147204567166?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3480017147204567166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3480017147204567166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2009/01/maafkan-syaz.html' title='Maafkan Syaz...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-8953311373416678649</id><published>2008-10-25T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:03:40.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in this moment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finding happiness can happen overnight or it will take you years. that's just the way it is. we all have our phases in life. its like a rollercoaster for some , together with its ups and downs , or it could be a breeze yet it all depends on us. life. we make it, and we break it. i've learned that for everything that happens to us, we are the one to be responsible of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a child i was always a happy one. why not, i had almost all that i wanted, everything did go my way. up til my late teens to early twenties life was super breezy, and then, i entered the real world. where i thought nothing was in my control anymore, that people were just out there to hurt me and break me. i learned to become selfish and fight for what i want. sometimes i get, sometimes i dont, and even when i do, i was never happy... well not quite.. i wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me many days, and months, and years to realize that in life, it is not always about what you want, about what you can get, but most often what you can give and what you can do. i learned how to be happy for myself, and for others too. sometimes, in order to see other people be happy, you have to let go , you have to sacrifice. you have to cry and weep, and hope that one day, your turn will come. because for now, it is not your turn... you may not understand, but you will one day... learn not to be selfish and accept that life sometimes doesnt offer you roses and wine all the time and you will find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get hurt, one way or another, regardless the situation, be patient and strong, for one day, the rain will stop pouring, and the sun will start shining, the rainbow will appear and you'll feel the happiness in your heart, you know this is your time... the one you've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there are people out there, trying to hurt you and bring you down, fear not, for as long as you believe in yourself and your loved ones, there is not a thing to be teared apart. you are safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurt not another, for it never brings you peace of mind, pray for happiness, for yourself and for another, clean the heart, and the future will be bright of hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not easy , i know, for i've been there before, but i did all that i can, and stayed as strong as i can be, and so here i am... where i really wanna be, as now, today its my turn.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" class="sqq" &gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridge - Hans Nouwens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-8953311373416678649?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/8953311373416678649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/8953311373416678649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-this-moment.html' title='in this moment....'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-8164483356872278538</id><published>2008-10-25T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:47:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="style4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The vows I take will be forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;There's no part way, no holding back&lt;br /&gt;Once we are man and wife.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="style4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The choice is made, and now I swim&lt;br /&gt;In a far different sea,&lt;br /&gt;The shores of which are bright green hills&lt;br /&gt;Raised up for you and me.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="style4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Our love is like a mountainside&lt;br /&gt;Awash in lovely flowers:&lt;br /&gt;It is our home, our solid rock,&lt;br /&gt;Where all bright things are ours.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="style4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And though of need we often must&lt;br /&gt;Spend our days apart,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will always be with us,&lt;br /&gt;Held within the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Nicholas Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-8164483356872278538?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/8164483356872278538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/8164483356872278538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.......'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-3071181578011967456</id><published>2008-09-20T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:58:42.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seasonal greetings</title><content type='html'>been soooooo long since i contributed to this blog, so i guess being the most readily available at the moment, i guess i kenalah at least jot somethig down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its blood hot and dusty, getting use to the malaysian way of negotiating stuff seems quite foreign to me actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day i was kicked/denied entry into one of those imposing buildings in putrajaya for wearing jeans and a T shirt, and slippers, nasib baik i had come prepared, and my dads shoes and baju kemaja yang mak aku amik from dobi was in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it hard to negotiate the mamak stalls/pasar ramadan, ordering stuff still a problem, so because of that its usually my mom/my cousins/shaz or emma who does the orderings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when to call or address a person abg or encik...the other day at an EON shop  i addressed this guy as encik, he said just call him abg and wanted to belanja me kopi..???..funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously , dunno when im gonna start work, may be like new year, actually kindoff getting use to the routine, i'm such a desperate housewife already in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment its puasa month, so i guess i'm taking it lightly, but having said that , the other day aku pergilah buat kerja giler with a few of my cousins,  rock climbing in one utama, lepas bukak puasa, i guess it was too much on me, after about 2 hours , i muntah in the toilet, like on the floor...so embarassing, nasib baik amah tukang bersih toilet was understanding tak marah marah.....horror giler, like cam u people imagine, fellow gym mates were like looking at me dengan jijiknyer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will blog somemore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-3071181578011967456?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3071181578011967456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3071181578011967456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/09/seasonal-greetings.html' title='seasonal greetings'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-1270837330625025475</id><published>2008-07-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:30:40.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy saturday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’m on my own in the house, as always. It’s &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;noon&lt;/st1:time&gt; already but I just couldn’t bring myself &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the shower let alone getting off this bed. I’ve forgotten how it feels like to not worry about anything especially work. What would I give to get that feeling again. Seeing kids playing with each other at the playground just outside my house, it made me wonder maybe that’s what they have, that feeling, no worry feeling. Gosh I’ve also forgotten how it feels like to be a kid! In fairness it’s been decades anyway. It brought me back though to a moment I remember it vividly when I was a kid. Maybe around 10 yrs old, 2 decades ago. I was in my bedroom where I shared with my sister and little brother at that time. I was doing some homework, don’t remember what it was but I do remember as I lay there on the bed, again alone, I asked myself what my life would be like in 20 years time? I started imagining myself going to work wearing suits and carrying business bag made of leather, a perfect image like those commercials on TV. Getting off a luxurious car but without a driver, because I always thought I’d like to drive. Having lots of cash in my wallet with a couple of credit cards and be able to buy anything my heart desires. There were plenty other alternates future I imagined myself into. All of them with one theme. Plenty of cash and lavish lifestyle. Well say it what you want I was totally&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;influenced by the lifestyles featured in those commercials at the time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Now that I’ve reached the 20 years later, again I said to myself, which part of those dreams I kept imagining myself in has become reality? Now here’s the depressing part, do I have lots of cash ? nope, do I have a luxury car? Not even close, do I live the way that I picture myself when I was a kid? Don’t even think of it! none of them were even close to what I have dreamed. Life sucks!!! Especially if you a master student in a supposedly “centre of excellence” institution, well that’s a completely different story! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then I wonder what would a 30 year old me want? I thought about it and it isn’t lot of cash, I can get by with comfortable or even just enough although have plenty of it really a plus, lavish lifestyle…..well I don’t mind if I have the means i.e the abundant $$$$$. Certainly not something I would crave for. Then it dawned on me that all I want is peace of mind and happiness, and it’s different from one person to the other , the definition of happiness I mean. Right now my happiness means that I can live my day to day life with no worries, I can go to work and enjoy what I do and still have whatever little time I have to spend it with my family and friends. Hey don’t think that I’m not ambitious, I am but at this particular moment I would settle for this. I guess I’m tired of being on the move, burnt out would be more politically correct term. What would I give to be like those kids down there happily running around the ground chasing each other that doesn’t seem like having a point at all, kinda like this rambling, pointless but hey it made me feel better &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-1270837330625025475?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1270837330625025475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1270837330625025475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-saturday-afternoon.html' title='lazy saturday afternoon'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-295903978521673373</id><published>2008-05-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:12:55.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salam</title><content type='html'>hello semua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeee penatnyer lah keje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dah muak dan nak termuntah dah keje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun baru balik 2 minggu , aku sudah boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arini sangatlah sibuk.....enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang aku dalam bilik, tgh main kompiter, tapi ader cerita hantu kat TV yang takut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo aku tgh takut sorang sorang, tapi aku nak kencing, tapi takut nk pergi toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenape, sbb semalam certify death patient pukul 330 am dlm bilik single, time check reflexes patient bukak mata secara mengejut..........aku pon terkejut yang sangat terkejut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku melaung yang amat!! terus lari ke nurses station, nurses pon takut tgk aku, sbb katanyer aku pucat lesi,siap offer nak buat blood sugar lagi, and offer lucozade.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aku still takut nie, aku nyer vegetarian pasta microwave ( tesco finest yer) aku pon dah sejuk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku still nak kencing, tapi takutlah nak gi toilet, camner hah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patutkah aku tanah jer kencing aku??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takutlah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be aku patut swith to eurovision, channnel lain......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-295903978521673373?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/295903978521673373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/295903978521673373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/05/salam.html' title='salam'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-9190282377475147124</id><published>2008-04-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:21:44.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion April 2008 Part 2</title><content type='html'>So initially plan nya once we are back in KL after that wedding Syaz nak masak2 kat rumah Sri kat Ampang....all of us kumpul dari rumah Mas ke rumah Sri but Mas can't attend la....with Paan nak tgk konsert, Ema nak kena balik pasal nak kerja and study (Ema lagi rajin banding masa student dulu ko tau!) so it was deferred to a later date sometime the same week la....&lt;br /&gt;Last2 it was agreed to have this special 'reunion' dinner Wednesday 30/4 as the day after 1/5 is a public holiday...Hari Buruh/Pekerja.....so kononnya bolehla lepak2 lambat...&lt;br /&gt;So Syaz pon datangla around 12 noon to Ampang...beli2 barang nak masak....dia nak masak seafood...and start la masak lepas Zuhur....Mas datang dari Melaka bawak kereta....Ema and Paan also came...Kak Toh unfortunately has gone back to Chini as she has to prepare for her relative's wedding....so after the usual sesat nak sampai ke rumah Sri ni...Mas sampai ke masjid mana ntah...padahal nearest mosque dari rumah Sri ni adala dekat2 1 km kot...Ema dah 2-3 kali datang pon nak kena kasi direction...Paan boleh tahan for his IQ...sampaila jugak dia...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we started to eat around 9pm....Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nasi putih&lt;br /&gt;2) Ketam masak ape ntah....tapi sedap&lt;br /&gt;3) Badan Ketam tapi isi telur masak ape ntah....lagi sedap&lt;br /&gt;4) Ikan Masak Sambal....kot....tapi sedap yg amat....&lt;br /&gt;5) Udang Masak Tepung tapi ade campur ape ntah....PALING sedap&lt;br /&gt;6) Sayur....semua hijau and karot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua licin kecuali sayur yg tukang masak abihkan....sorryla takde gambar...nasib baik takde...mana yg baca and then kalau tgk gambar mau mimpi2 kang...Pastu dessert Homemade Tiramisu and tembikai.....&lt;br /&gt;Last sekali kopi nespresso Sri.....yg last ni byk kali last.....pastu lepak2 minum air sirap manis, kurang manis....kiranya last2 ni semuanya minum air sampai kembung....&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana pon it was once of the best meal I had since coming back home....or since Syaz left Cork.....not to insult those yg buat2 makan after Syaz left...but not in terms of rasa...but the atmosphere...the anticipation...lama dah tak rasa...bau masak tu dari Asar lagi...tak sabar2 dibuatnya aku...dahla org2 ni sesat!...heheheh..next time no excuse eh...&lt;br /&gt;We ate and talked like the old days....Unfortunately for Ema she has to go back as she's going to work the following day...and she needs to study...exam in a weeks time...kesian...Ema think hard about your future....don't only think about your job...think bigger...think about your life...what you want to achieve and how you want to achieve it....not your career...your life as a whole...I seriously think if you continue to live like this for the next 2 years....I doubt you will be the same person I knew 2-3 years ago....but hey it is your life and you're a big girl...you know what you want and what you can handle so think wisely....&lt;br /&gt;Entahla aku ni pon kerja pon takde sedap aje bagi nasihat kat org....if it was me what would I do?...I don't know...I guess different ppl has different 'boiling' point....As long as I can spend time with my family, I can raise my children adequately and have enough to sustain them and hopefully adela lebih2 sikit nak berjalan2 or leisure....cukupla...the problem is when is enough is enough...tak pernahnya cukup...ade keta ni nak keta besar lagi...ade rumah apartment nak rumah teres....and then banglo...well that bring us back to 'wasathiyyah'....kesederhanaan...&lt;br /&gt;Bersyukur dgn ape yg ada....I think I learn that the hard way since coming back....From having a house, 2 cars and a well-paid job...now I move between my in law and parents house, borrow my brother's car as he is in Sudan and unemployed......now I know what it is important in life....if my wife was a demanding person which she never was (kembangla tu) sure pening kepala aku...&lt;br /&gt;So learn to appreciate what you have as God may take over in a second....then you know what you are missing....prioritize what you want/achieve....nothing is easy...and the harder you have to try to get something the more you appreciate it...but again nothing is more important than what is the most important for you and in this case for me it is my family.....If what I want to achieve makes me grow apart from my family I definitely would change what I want....but thats me....so ask yourself what you want the most....some ppl can handle the pressure some ppl can't....is the mean worth the result? Only you know the answer to that....Enough of this lets move on shall we?&lt;br /&gt;So Ema left quite early for our standard...pukul berapa ha ko blah Ema? Dalam 11-12 kot...aku tak ingat but I know Syaz, Mas and Pa'an left around 4 am....we talked, drink, watched TV, making stupid jokes (thats Paan of course) the usual hooha like we always did back in Ireland..it was nice.....I'm sure all of us haven't had such time since Ireland days so to have day (or rather night) like this was welcoming....Paan and Syaz saw musang kat atas atap which has been living in one of our neighbour's roof for quite some time...nasib baik si  Syaz tak menjerit pasalnya dahla tengah malam....but he did almost scream or a shriek rather as he tried on foot massager....alaa menda yg kat semua mall ade...tempat duduk kulit yg buleh massage tapi ni kaki sahaja....Not only Syaz, Mas and Paan pon menjerit macam jumpa hantu...then tgk Akademi Fantasia la.....last2 tgk music video...biasala kalau Pa'an pegang remote....That was the night nothing really special that we did but for us (at least for me) it was something special....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when would be the next 'meal' but I hope this would not be the last. However I won't be holding my breath as Pa'an is going to UM (7 days a week working hours), Syaz will be entering his clinical years (ade on-call tu!), Ema sekarang pon susah nak jumpa lagi kan nanti (takkan makin naik year makin relax kot ntahla), Mas ntah ke mana....sekejap nak balik sekejap nak ke Australia...mana2 la ko Mas and me ntah2 dah kerja nak jumpak Sri pon kena buat appointment as Sri pon nak kerja jugak...intern plak tu!&lt;br /&gt;But it never hurts to hope and hope for the best and I really2 hope that the next meal would be at our new home and I am not jobless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-9190282377475147124?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/9190282377475147124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/9190282377475147124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/reunion-april-2008-part-2.html' title='Reunion April 2008 Part 2'/><author><name>aBe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09295822404293839500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-3115465271357157850</id><published>2008-04-30T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:09:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion April 2008 Part 1</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama betul aku tak tulis kat blog ni. Last sekali aku tulis it was quite controversial if anyone still remembers it....that was eons ago...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway straight to the point...after about 3 months arriving from Ireland, few telephone calls and SMSes at last me, Sri, the kids (Afiq, Natrah and Sofea), Apan, Ema, Syaz and Masz met for the first time in Bukit Baru, Melaka. It was under the pretense of Mas's older brother wedding tapi sebenarnya ko (Mas) nak jumpa kitorang dak? Anyway I forgot to add Kak Toh was also there together with my sister (Fatiha) and Sri's sis (Taty)....oh yea my mak mentua and Ema's parents were also present....We drove at around 12pm from Sri's place in Ampang and arrived around 3.30pm in Melaka (Lama tu pasal nak amik si Fatiha and si Syaz...bagi direction macam ape ntah baik aku tanya nyonya jual durian tepi jalan)....We all (my family) duduk kat Hotel Mahkota which I will never recommend to anyone....phone rosak, aircon macam takde, air berwarna coklat (dodgy sungguh) tapi makan pagi bestla jugak.....Syaz and Apan stayed in Fenix Inn (tempat hooker2 melepak kot...dodgy sungguh bunyi tempat tu).....and Ema + family stayed in Equitorial Hotel....Can't tell how good these hotels are...boleh tanya ex-tenants nanti...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we ate at some place near our hotel for our lunch which was quite good and cheap compared to KL....I had Yee Mee Sizzling with Egg and Durian Cendol which cost me less than RM10...was quite delicious....Sri had something Sizzling as well and Honey Coconut Longan drink which wasn't that bad.....All in all a good meal....&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Mahkota Parade to buy the wedding gift for Mas's brother and met Paan there. After that we went back to our respective hotel to rest....I watched the disastrous Man United vs Chelsea game which I regretted later on as it spoiled my mood for the whole night..like anyone in this blog cares....come to think about it I'm the only who watch football....lain semua kaki bangku!..&lt;br /&gt;At around 9pm we went out to muara Sungai Duyung as Taty recommended a restaurant serving seafood situated there....Aku ingat macam maple2 kat KL ni baru setat nak hidup lepas Isyak and tutup busuk2 pon 2 pagi...sampai2 tempat penuh....but we managed to get a place for 11 ppl (including kids)...tapi bila order...order air dulu...'Sorryla air buah semuanya abih'...ade plak org tanya tu air oren ade tak? oren tu kan buah...so takdakla!....so anyway kitorang air non-buah.....pi order seafood....not badlah...sotong goreng, ikan jenahak bakar, pari bakar, kerang....makan ngan nasi lemak...ade lagi ikan ape ntah aku tak ingat nama....all in all okla...but if we come an hour earlier maybe we can have more options...bola punya pasal!...kalah plak tu...takpalah...at least kalau org tanya dah pernah makan kat Sungai Duyung bolehla aku cakap dah....&lt;br /&gt;We came back around 10.30pm....Paan and Syaz went to Ema's place....pegi ke? Aku tak sure...anyway Ema did not join for the Sg Duyung meal pasal parents dia tak larat....&lt;br /&gt;Following day....we took our time...had good breakfast...took the kids to the swimming pool...and the siap2 la utk pegi rumah Mas....excited la jugak...ye la kan Mas cerita2 walaupon dia tak pernah kata rumah dia besar tapi dari bunyinya agak besar...and mmg besarla!....&lt;br /&gt;Paan, Syaz and Ema + parents pegi dulu...takde bebudak bolehla siap cepat....eheheh alasan...kitorang pegila lepas tu...arrived around 2 pm....Mas pakai baju melayu merah sepasang....semua famili2 dia pakai merah....busyla Mas kan....nak layan sangat pon tak buleh tapi to his credit he did come and spend quite a lot of time la with us...ade yg practise2 naik jinjang pelamin which was created by Mas's cousin....Pa'an dah book dah mamat tu utk kawin dia tapi bila la ntah...dah tua krepot nak MAMPUS kot....&lt;br /&gt;Berkenal-kenalan la ngan parents Mas....his father was quite intimidating but very nice...nak la jugak jumpa kitorang ni...dahla tak kena mengena ngan pengantin pun datang jugak!...Raja Perlis was there and Ketua Menteri Melaka was there as well....so that said enough of Mas's family reputation in Melaka....jgn memain ngan Mas...dia hantar bodyguard2 Raja Perlis kalau kerek2 baru tau....tu Registrar2 Paki yg kerek2 tu Mas ko report je kat datuk sedara ko tu....&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay long pasal like I said it was Mas's bro wedding so seganla nak duduk lama2...dahla nak duduk kat dalam plak tu.....so we left around 4.30pm...&lt;br /&gt;Paan plak tak sabar2 nak balik pasal nak tgk konsert Peter Pan..can u imagine nama group Peter Pan...takde idea dah ke? Org Indon punya group....Jakarta Boys ke...Indon Forever ke...Peter Pan??!?!Nasib baik lagu2nya ok...kata Paan la....and adik aku and Taty...so maybe boleh percayala...&lt;br /&gt;Kitorang plak detour ke Nilai....ade macam factory outlet jual2 kain....so Kak Toh nak tgk2 sikit (and belila jugak)....and beli buah2 sikit and then balik....that was the whole weekend....seronok la jugak....&lt;br /&gt;Kak Toh stayed until Tuesday and we brought her to KLCC as she never been to KLCC before pastu pegi Aquaria...was quite nice...Afiq agak seronok tgk ikan, shark, snakes and spiders....and also favourite dia iguana....Tuesday am pegi kedai kain mana ntah....(kain lagi) tak abih2 dengan kain org2 pompuan ni....katanya utk kawin sedara dia....tak kawin pon sedara aku rasa beli jugak kain....then we sent her Tuesday evening to Putra Bus Station........for part 2 now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-3115465271357157850?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3115465271357157850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3115465271357157850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/reunion-april-2008-part-1.html' title='Reunion April 2008 Part 1'/><author><name>aBe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09295822404293839500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-875498516931807849</id><published>2008-04-28T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T04:40:54.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah bestnyer korang2 berkumpul kat msia  skarang ni!! i wish i was there!!&lt;br /&gt;life is as usual here. pretty much the same everyday apart from the drastic developements in Kuba. Banyak cakap, bahasa dia la ntah apa aku pon tak paham. and he's already pulling up to his feet holding on to whatever he can, and not even 8 months yet!&lt;br /&gt;i wont be working next 6 months again. staying at home with my little boy, don't feel like sending him to full-time creche b4 he's 1.  we'll be in sligo for another year as honza is continuing here. i'm glad coz i dont want to leave our house just yet!&lt;br /&gt;i will be going home for about a month in october, insyaAllah, so i hope i'll see u guys in malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;btw, for the people in ireland, ie zarina, mas , agee, Ee and siti, aku nak buat bbq in june.  korang kena bagitau weekend bila korang free and r able to come over to sligo and we'll do it then.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-875498516931807849?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/875498516931807849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/875498516931807849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/wah-bestnyer-korang2-berkumpul-kat-msia.html' title=''/><author><name>leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192295824327754795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-2435037595198956455</id><published>2008-04-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T00:57:21.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helloo.....</title><content type='html'>hello guys... sorry for not writing in this blog for quite some time. well, honestly, its been almost 2 year...well, i've been bz with the kids.since balik mesia, afiq, natrah n sofea asyik2 demam. still remember afiq wanted to go back to ireland because its so hot here.abe still not working, well as u know how these people take forever just to set up the interview then, they take another month just to prepare and post the offer letter and with the registration with MMC, god! so frustrating. so, still can't find a house. just in the case, if abe dpt kerja at the other side of thecity. with the toll (can u imagine from bandar seri putra to kajang exit , about 12 km, it costs about rm2.10 one way.just imagine how much we have to pay in a month!!!!) and the traffic jam ( so ridiculous).arghhh! i'm still not working, kena tunggu abe , until then, baru boleh apply kat KKM. basically, kitaorg penganggur terhormat.enough whining........&lt;br /&gt;last week (at last), dpt jumpa syaz , paan n ema .we had so much fun....masa tu lah rindu kat ireland, teringat masa dulu2, every weekend ada jer activity nak buat, paling kurang pun syaz masak n yg lain mkn jer,, skarang, semua bz.mmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till this weekend.tak sabo nak gi umah mas n jumpa semua org.with kak toh dah balik , sure kecoh,&lt;br /&gt;By the way, its not 26 april lah mas, its 27.&lt;br /&gt;there is another announcement, on 11th may ,sesiapa yg ada kat mesia , semua dijemput to natrah's 2nd birthday, at my sister's house ( since kitaorg tak de umah lagi). time tak sure lagi. so yg bekerja tu free-free kan lah hari tu. c u guys there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-2435037595198956455?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/2435037595198956455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/2435037595198956455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/helloo.html' title='helloo.....'/><author><name>sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412308479829432643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-1183694078693232953</id><published>2008-04-22T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:50:20.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-1183694078693232953?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1183694078693232953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1183694078693232953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title='hello.....'/><author><name>sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412308479829432643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-376660063948771713</id><published>2008-04-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:39:38.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walimaltulurus mas parwin munawir mahamooth dgn 'entah sape aku pun tak sure'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku balik 24th of april, abang aku kawen 26th april ( well nikah on the 25th april, family only occasion kot, lagipun friday night, so korang tak di jemputlah kot, mintakk maap bebyk,bukan aku yg kawen-sbb kalu aku yg kawen, SEMINGGU SEBELUM aku nikah pun krg dah DIJEMPUT),  semua korang korang kene dtg on the 25th april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTGlah iyer, bawak family masing masing, kalau aku nak sebut name , tak sempatlah kan, tapi dtg tau, stakat nie aku tak sure whetther mak aku dah anto kad kat sume org or tidak, arituh mak aku kate nak anto kad pi umah abe, tapi aku tak sure sebab aku tak talipon umah dah lame. SO kalau tak sampai lagi kad, aku akan suruh mak aku re-SENT alll the kad jemputan to Emma's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those working/studying , I FUCKING DONT CARE , and wont except any reason for you not being in MALACCA on the 25th of APRIL... ( cewah- stern giler- almaklumlah, dah deal dgn banyak puki puki nurse). well having said that, aku takder lah pakse, kalau boleh dtg, dtglah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKu balik dua minggu sampai 10th may, so hopefully sempatlah jumpe semua korang, this is not abt me meeting u people, sbb aku rase sri abe dah nak termuntah katak tgk muka aku, tapi more abt recreating the havoc times we had few years ago. Lagipun, nak tunggu aku kawen, lame lagilah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian&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/17734820-376660063948771713?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/376660063948771713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/376660063948771713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/walimaltulurus-mas-parwin-munawir.html' title='walimaltulurus mas parwin munawir mahamooth dgn &apos;entah sape aku pun tak sure&apos;'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-4315248133509795062</id><published>2008-04-08T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:38:10.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Litre of Tears...</title><content type='html'>Does my entry title sounds familiar to anybody? I bet it doesn't...well, it's the saddest Japanese series i watched recently.(bergenang lagi air mataku...)(I guessed i'm not as busy as the rest of you huh?). Anyhow, i'm not trying to convey anything here. It's just something to start my blog with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a phone call from Sri yesterday! Boy, was I a happy man! Yeah...since it's been a while that i had any news from anybody...so sorry Paan, i kept guessing on my own whether ur either too busy or in trouble or something..i just kinda got used to receiving calls from you, kinda something to look forward to.Well, now I know. I bet Sri called you did't she?hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phuh!!!it's literally scorching hot here in Kelantan. Yesterday I was out riding my bicycle when Sri called. Since it's a precious one (the call), had to stop by the road side. There was no inhibition anymore guys! Panas pun panaslah! Later that nite, felt a little feverish...that's all. no biggies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to Ema and Paan, i will be back this weekend (Sunday). Sri's making the arrangement for our little get together. I hope there won't be any problem this time. I will be home for a week (study week). Exam's coming soon (I hate USM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-4315248133509795062?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4315248133509795062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4315248133509795062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-litre-of-tears.html' title='One Litre of Tears...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-26563774407520938</id><published>2008-04-07T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:46:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hellop</title><content type='html'>hi ya people&lt;br /&gt;how's it going? i don't remember when was the last time i went to check out this blog i can't seem to even remember when was the last time i jot down anything here, i guess that means it has been quite a while :-)&lt;br /&gt;right now i'm waiting for a meeting with one of the surgical professors here in UiTM shah alam, not sure what this meeting is all about and honestly i don't really care. i'm sorry if i've been rather too quiet for the past year, like leia said yes life has finally caught up with us, it happened so fast though that i didn't have time to realize it until now, there are so many things to do, so many stuff to learn, so many problems that give u headache to solve, i guess i got distracted. life is so much different now than it was, as much as i hate that it wasn't as fun and almost "fairy-tale" happiness with lots of "kodak" moments like it was back then in Ireland, this is the real thing, gotta face the music and dance!&lt;br /&gt;i rarely gotta hang out with the others who have came back, Ema is so studious these days that i need to make an appointment to see her a week in advance. don't blame her as her first year exam is just around the corner, i guess i would be like that too come this June when i'll be joining UM for my masters, not looking forward to it actually, i don't really know why? i don't even get to go home to see my family often either, i work 3 weekends in a row this month, before that when i was in Emergency Dept, i had only 3 saturdays or sundays off in 4 months! imagine that. work here sucks!! don't get me started on it i may never stop. well you guys who still out there, you better off just keep staying there, damn i'm hungry, haven't eaten anything since i got up actually, my appetite isn't as good ever since i recovered from a pretty bad pneumonia last 2 weeks, i guess i better get something to fill up my stomach before the meeting, ok people it's nice to hear from you guys again here in this blog, hope there'll be more, and syaz sorry you haven't heard from me for a while, will call you when i'm free. have a good day ahead guys, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-26563774407520938?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/26563774407520938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/26563774407520938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/hellop.html' title='hellop'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-6089754426925865810</id><published>2008-04-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:25:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bergenang air mataku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/R_hspHR1FCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jKZ8iPvUeCs/s1600-h/mainpix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/R_hspHR1FCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jKZ8iPvUeCs/s320/mainpix1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186014424501392418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMAS: Kedaifan hidup menyebabkan sepasang suami isteri menjadikan sebuah tandas lama yang hampir roboh di Stesen Kereta Api Gemas, di sini, sebagai tempat tinggal kerana tidak mampu menyewa rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismail Mat, 70; dan isterinya, Rahimah Jolan, 68, mendiami tandas berkenaan sejak 27 Mac lalu selepas diberi peluang bekerja sebagai penjaga dan pencuci tandas baru yang bersebelahan ‘rumah’ mereka itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami suami isteri hanya berpendapatan kira-kira RM10 sehari hasil kutipan bayaran masuk 20 sen daripada orang ramai yang menggunakan tandas serta hasil jualan tisu," katanya ketika ditemui selepas lawatan Pengerusi Jawatankuasa Pembangunan Wanita, Keluarga dan Kesejahteraan Masyarakat negeri, Zainab Nasir dan Pengarah Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat negeri, Mizan Maulud, semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismail yang berasal Jelebu berkata, beliau mempunyai dua anak dan sebelas cucu hasil perkahwinan dengan isteri pertamanya, Habsah Isa tetapi mendakwa mereka tidak mempedulikannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sebelum bekerja di stesen ini, saya menjaga dan membersihkan tandas di Gerai Makan Majlis Daerah Tampin (MDT) dan tinggal di bawah tangga bangunan berkenaan lebih tiga tahun. Disebabkan tandas berkenaan rosak dan terpaksa ditutup, saya terpaksa diberhentikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Namun, saya bersyukur kerana ada pegawai Keretapi Tanah Melayu Berhad (KTMB) yang menawarkan pekerjaan menjaga tandas di stesen ini, membenarkan saya tinggal di tandas lama yang hampir roboh," katanya.&lt;br /&gt; Ismail berkata, beliau dan isteri terpaksa mencari papan untuk menutup lubang tandas serta plastik untuk dijadikan atap bagi berlindung daripada hujan dan panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Disebabkan bilik tandas itu kecil berukuran 0.5 meter lebar dan dua meter panjang, saya dan isteri terpaksa tidur bergilir," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, Zainab yang menerima maklumat mengenai pasangan itu ketika majlis penyampaian bantuan kepada 38 mangsa banjir di Dewan Majlis Daerah Kecil Gemas bergegas ke lokasi berkenaan bagi meninjau pasangan suami isteri itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau berjanji membantu mereka mendapatkan sebuah rumah Program Kesejahteraan Rakyat (PKR) atau Skim Bantuan Miskin Bandar bagi bantuan sara hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya berjaya memujuk mereka untuk ditempatkan sementara di Rumah Kebajikan di Seremban sehingga rumah berkenaan diperoleh. Saya berjanji kebajikan pasangan suami isteri ini dibela," kata Zainab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-6089754426925865810?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6089754426925865810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6089754426925865810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/bergenang-air-mataku.html' title='Bergenang air mataku...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/R_hspHR1FCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jKZ8iPvUeCs/s72-c/mainpix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-4252696616370704611</id><published>2008-04-05T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:46:24.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupe..</title><content type='html'>Oh ye, korang bleh tambah gambar korang nak kat slideshow tuh. kalau nakle..hehe..click je kat add your pics tu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-4252696616370704611?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4252696616370704611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4252696616370704611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/lupe.html' title='Lupe..'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-3351515789360790668</id><published>2008-04-05T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:36:07.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ishk..</title><content type='html'>Owh..aku nak letak lagu James Blunt kat slideshow tuh tapi dia pegi tindih atas gamba plak! otomatik je dia letak kat situ, takleh nak alih. biarjelah..tak larat dah..hihi..enjoy!!(oh ye, Syaz yg buat, tentulah byk gamba syaz kan?hehe:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-3351515789360790668?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3351515789360790668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3351515789360790668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/ishk.html' title='Ishk..'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-4070107218681225719</id><published>2008-04-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:29:12.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS U ALL SOOO MUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009221521084&amp;amp;site=widget-bc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fr&amp;amp;id=2305843009221521084&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/p1/2305843009221521084/bb_t011_v000_s0fr_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fr&amp;amp;id=2305843009221521084&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bc.slide.com/p2/2305843009221521084/bb_t011_v000_s0fr_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/17734820-4070107218681225719?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4070107218681225719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4070107218681225719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-u-all-sooo-much.html' title='I MISS U ALL SOOO MUCH!!!'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-2447833050476902603</id><published>2008-03-11T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:22:01.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>aku secara rasminyer, membenci org org paki!! bukan saje benci biase biase jer, tapi benci yang ala ala membunuh like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate them like!!!!, BEnci nyerlah aku!!! eeee benci tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, abe aku tak sempat lg ke umah ko, last skali pegi minggu lepas, nanti aku pegi lagi, tapi entah bile sebab balik keje lambat ( paki punyer pasal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari itu shaz pergi umah ko, so rasenyer cam ader progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, shaz malaysia- dah settle dah, tunggu jer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note - hmmm, aku tak sure , cam nak baik malaysia, org lain kata suruh duduk keje kat sinie, but hmmm, takut duduk sinie tak kemane, dah satu interview yg aku saje tak pergi , so ader lagi 2 which i feel like giving a pass as well , siap kene marah dgn consultant lagi sbb tak pergi interview, to be honest dun really care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note- well, verdictnyer, aku rase time abe sri balik, hmm taklah sedih kot, wakakakakakaka ( matilah kene tembak dgn sri!!!) almaklumllah, aku skrang sorang jer yg tinggal kat cork, mungkin sbb banyak sgt orang dah balik, lagi pun arituh ko masuk depature hall cepat sangat lah sri, tak sempat lacrimal gland aku nak produce air mata, lainlah kak tohkan, bocor sentiase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note- korang korang kat malaysia tuh mesti wonder aku buat ape pada hari hari minggu, welllll hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, selain dari pergi dublin selalu gaklahkan, serta oncall , hmmm entahlah, borring jugaklahkan......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak sabar nak balik mesia.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-518342900449082336</id><published>2008-03-09T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:52:58.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabar mas....esok birthday.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-518342900449082336?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/518342900449082336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/518342900449082336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/03/sabar-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192295824327754795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-6771973686907681584</id><published>2008-03-06T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:31:00.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reason to block</title><content type='html'>salam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYER aku!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini aku pergi kerja, tapi balik dgn penuh marahnyer skali!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, hari ini kite orang post take, so like horror lahkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi best , SHO aku cuti minggu nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aku dgn reg saje lah, inclding consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak bawak cerita, pagi nie reg taku text kata ader interview, so tinggallah aku saje, bleep dia tinggal dengan sorang lagi foreign reg ( reg aku nie foreign) , malas nak sebut dr mane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, tinggal aku saje  sorang, post take nak kena manage patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence pagi nie wardround sorang sorang, pepandailah aku buat plan aku sendiri, siap bincang dgn nurse and sho sho lain yang lalu lallang sidepan aku, aku call reg yang mengcover reg aku , dia kata buat jer ape yg aku rase betul, i was like , fine and i'll document on chart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aku orderlah mri brain 2 keping, ct abdo 2 ketul, ultrasound 3 ketul, consult sane consult sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nie tak masuk lagi pts pts lain yang mcm2 nak kena buat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consultant pulak nak dry round jer on the fon, and nak tau pasal pts baru jer...tp tak mau dtg on the ward, bz katenyer mintak tlg reg yang mengcover kalau ader ape ape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sume dah buat , kupukl 3pm dtglah reg aku nie, dah abes interbiu, nak tau aper aku buat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ckplah aku dah order itu ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia benganng giler dgn aku sbb pasal satu pts:&lt;br /&gt;aku order mri brain&lt;br /&gt;29 year old loc for 2 days, sblm tuh dizziness, loc, loss of balance half month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia bengang sbb aku tak suruh depa kat mri guna gadolinium??!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like ehhhhh! PUKIiiiiiiiiiii cam nerlah aku nak tau kene guna itu ini, dia dpt mri brain hari ini pon dah cukup bagus, aku dapat verbal report pon dah cukup bagus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marah mamat nie, dia ckp kenape tak bincang dgn reg yg cover dia, aku ckp aku tak der mase, and reg tuh ckp suruh ikut suka hati aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan nyer dia nak be on my side, tapi siap cover lagi kawan dia tuh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeee venci lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aderlah a few other unnessesary iXs yang dia nak aku book! tapi soooooo tak masuk akal!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas aku nak cite , takder mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak makan aku nyer mushrrom pie microwave lah skrang nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak tgk cerita eastenders jap lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rindu nyer lah aku kat mesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venci venci venci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-6771973686907681584?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6771973686907681584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6771973686907681584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason-to-block.html' title='a reason to block'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-4347991156372148086</id><published>2008-02-19T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:13:17.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuba...hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/49/75/42/497542_412983ce73bb74zglmjo53.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-4347991156372148086?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4347991156372148086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4347991156372148086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/02/kubahahaha.html' title='kuba...hahaha'/><author><name>leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192295824327754795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-1250104099625978000</id><published>2008-02-18T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:53:25.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/11/05/71/110571_12125826269b74zsl67k46.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-1250104099625978000?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1250104099625978000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1250104099625978000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2008/02/honza.html' title='honza!'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-5341819761820757717</id><published>2008-02-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:12:24.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how come nobody's been blogging??? well &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have an excuse: busy with work and kid....wait a minute, that would be everybody's excuse wouldn't it-one or the other or both! hehe..it seems &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; has caught up with all of us....i miss the days where everyone's in one place, and one &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt;! ema, paan, syaz n abesri dah kat msia...n the rest of us are thrown at every possible ends of this country..abis cemana? very rarely do we get to lepak reramai. i know i live too far away, but by all means sesapa rasa nak datang please do! n i knw besides the godforsaken distance, thr are oncalls to consider, its hard to have everybody free on the same weekend. tapi pleese...before i move away and agee pon dah lepas pantang, meh le ke sligo..i will try and accomodate everyone in my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medical oncall is soooooo menyampah! bz nak mampos kat ED, dah le kena jaga ward jugak cam intern. i am sooo over that chapter of my career-internship...tapi what can i do...oh yes, never work in sligo again, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby has finally started to sleep through the nite 10pm to 8-ish am..phew! tapi makin manja...bila time ptg aje, dia start dah nak attention, nak dukung aje...and for a five month old, he can surely throw a major tantrum, fists and feet banging on the floor, screaming at the top of his lungs as he lies there, and he'll keep at it untill somebody picks him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah...kena buat keje...sambung lagi nanti....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-5341819761820757717?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sangat pantas berlalu, banyak perubahan berlaku......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come and go......so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just never know what gonna knock your front door in the morning........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain things has got easier and made more sense ( keje) , while others just become more and more complicated.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people mature, people change........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people take risks, take charge of the future.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-5232336376834505792?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/5232336376834505792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/5232336376834505792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-entry-of-year.html' title='last entry of the year'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-7010956109660271725</id><published>2007-11-14T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:17:21.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>330 am one day while i was oncall ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeep beepp beeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dalam hati - cet puki punyer nurse, aku tgh sedap tidoq nie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes , SIOC , mas speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurse : good morning doctor, sorry to bother you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nurse then proceeded  to give me history of some boy with some cardiac birth defect, in addition to the down syndrome he has, and also the he presented like 3 weeks ago with hematuria, then was transfered to crumlin for some procedure ( aku nak sebut pon payah), and that he as been transfused a few times, and that he was under the care of  peads and the surgeon, and that his bp was a liitle bit on the low side ( that lasted abt 5 to 10 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at this stage - dalam hati - alahhhhhhh mak there goes my sleep for the night, puki punyer nurse, kenape lah ko nak call aku , call jer lah SHO ker paeds ker, or SHO surgery, or even consultant ker or reg ker, ko bagi aku macam lah aku boleh buat ape ape pon......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then continued on, well doctor, he is fasting for this and this proceedure, the doctor from crumlin is coming down here for that. But the problem doctor, is that he is crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ; y is he crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurse; coz his hungry, his fasting for tomorows surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me...../???&gt;..??Y&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^*^&amp;amp;*(^&amp;amp;*(^*(&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-7010956109660271725?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/7010956109660271725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/7010956109660271725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-886390172117304996</id><published>2007-10-21T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:41:15.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RxuOW34HUII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yk0Cw-ZtE7w/s1600-h/DSCN6470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RxuOW34HUII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yk0Cw-ZtE7w/s320/DSCN6470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845524671647874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RxuOXH4HUJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ycNRBDuRtEI/s1600-h/DSCN6435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RxuOXH4HUJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ycNRBDuRtEI/s320/DSCN6435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845528966615186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari raya kali ini berbeza, agak sunyi , tapi tetap meriah, already certain people dah balik, soon we will be missing even more..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya maaf zahir batin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-886390172117304996?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/886390172117304996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/886390172117304996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='selamat hari raya'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RxuOW34HUII/AAAAAAAAAAk/Yk0Cw-ZtE7w/s72-c/DSCN6470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-6218220384576219081</id><published>2007-09-14T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:21:42.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our son...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfg4fotkdCs/RurfLsliSoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3EI6nErTmd8/s1600-h/kuba+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110142119245400706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfg4fotkdCs/RurfLsliSoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3EI6nErTmd8/s320/kuba+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kamil Jakub Franta&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/17734820-6218220384576219081?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6218220384576219081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6218220384576219081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-son.html' title='our son...'/><author><name>leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192295824327754795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfg4fotkdCs/RurfLsliSoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3EI6nErTmd8/s72-c/kuba+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-5483158359774945346</id><published>2007-09-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T05:51:31.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weih , sakit hatilah aku!</title><content type='html'>Okay now i have to acknowledge that certain people are just thick!!!!!!! LIKE SUPER THICK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for my language, but eeee, geream nyerlah AKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku call since friday okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, dalah aku tak tido satu malam ( friday night)  despite having the 4 hour protected sleep thing, sbb patient  byk sakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ader hati nak call aku semalam ( sat night/sunday morning) - pukul 3.30am just nak inform aku yg patient potassium 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, LIKE 4 PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4! empat ! THE POTASSIUM WAS 4 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WHEN LIKE THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEEP 2147&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SIOC, MAS HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gud morning Dr, i just wanna inform u  so and so patients K is 4, u wanna chart fluids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, isnt he on 10 hrly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup he is, ohh just for the morning, so that we dun have to call u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hanged up at that stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ALLLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABUSE NYER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EHHHHH BENCILAH AKU DENGAN PUKI PUKI tuh, venci!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-5483158359774945346?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/5483158359774945346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/5483158359774945346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/09/weih-sakit-hatilah-aku.html' title='weih , sakit hatilah aku!'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-6903009288740912171</id><published>2007-08-04T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:20:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>skop keje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RrQ11pnN1mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sq-uGBtUI0M/s1600-h/Pilonidal_sinus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RrQ11pnN1mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sq-uGBtUI0M/s320/Pilonidal_sinus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094756274282550882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku sooooo tak sangke dah dekat sebulanlah aku keje, lame jugaklah for a very leisurely person like me. Anyway, skop keje aku sangatlah ‘complicated dan mencabar’ sekali, al maklumlah surgical intern. Berikut adalah skop keje aku hamper tiap tiap hari:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;chart      fluids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;chart      fluids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;kene      bleep dgn nurse sbb tak chart lagi fluids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;barulah      chart fluids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;chart      pain analgesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;chart      analgesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;chart      anti emetics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;kene      bleep dgn nurse sbb tak chart lagi analgesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;rechart      drug kardex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;rechart      drug kardex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;talipon      microbiologist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;menyundal sekejap kat dr.'s rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;order      xray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;order      ct&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;order      MRI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;mintak      report xray,ct, MRI ASAP from radiologist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;tunggu      kat depan pintu radiologist at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="13"&gt;1pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;      nak mintak report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="14"&gt;2pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; – radiologist tak bukak pintu lg ,      walaupun dah sejam tunggu dpn pintu dia and siap ketuk lagi, putus asa, try      &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4pm-&lt;/st1:time&gt; tunggu depan pintu radiologist nak      mintak report for evening ward round&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="16"&gt;4.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; radiologist ditemui, kene soal dgn      radiologist abt patient, belambak question disuruh jawab, di suruh define      maksud ‘acute abdomen’-baru buleh dpt verbal report ‘ cibai puki punyer      radiologist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;IV      line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;IV      line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;IV      line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;PR      exam, PR exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;frustrated      tak dpt masuk IV line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;IV      line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;fax      letter to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Dublin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;mintak      transfer patient to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Dublin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;fast      track letter to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;dublin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;discharge      patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;ECG,      ECG , ECG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;admit      patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;gaduh      dengan secretary 1D ( OMG!!! SHE such a BITCH) sebab rebut compiter nak      print lab patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;consult      letter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;consult      letter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;talipon      reg team yg lain utk verify consult tersebut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;kene      marah dgn reg team yg lain sbb tak tahu pasal patient, tapi &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;memandai nak mintak consult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;word      round evening- refer to1,2,5,6,12,13,14,24,28&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;lepas      segala kat atas tuh siap, baru buleh balik umah- kalau tidak tak bule      balik umah, uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway , as I said keje aku sangatlah mencabar, sepatutnyer aku amik jer course secretary kat cosmopoint tuh, barulah effektif sikit keje aku, anyway, having said that aku bersyukur jer sbb dpat keje. Majority time keje aku terlibat dengan talipon , so aderlah dalam 2 jam tiap tiap ari aku tercongok kat talipon 1C , menalipon orang&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BAik aku bagi example :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;days ago nie, patient masuk sbb exec of pilonidal sinus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So kene admit masuk ward, entah kenape, private patient kot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways lepas surgery, mr Waldron suruh bagi mamat tuh augmentin, dressing, zydol, and a DEPILATION CREAM, sebab mamat nie banyak bulu kat bontot ( mmg banyaklah , sebab aku yang buat examination)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reg pulak tak tau aper DEPILATION CREAM tuh, he said bende tuh ader jerk at dalam BNF.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was at 530pm, mamat tuh dah tunggu 4 jam utk di d/c&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, so lepas tuh terkontangkantingla aku mengkaji BNF cari hair removal cream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siap 2 orang nurse lagi tolong aku , bukak MIMS, sebab kesian patient tengah tunggu nak di D/c&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, so tak jumpe la kat dlm BNF&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So talipon pharmacy regional, tp tutup&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So aku tekan butang magik&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;9, sambung ke switch,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;then to the nearest known open pharmacy, dptlah o’sullivans kat Bandar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aderlah depat 15 mins aku bincang dgn dia pasal cream nak buat bulu bontot org !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Takder penghabisan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then aku d/c dulu patient, aku ckp nanti aku talipon dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next day aku taliponlah pharmacy regional, ckp dgn pharmacy for a suitable hari removal cream for the buttocks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mau at this stage, nurse nurse and porter porter disekeliling aku ketika itu dah ketawa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si Pharmacist tuh pon siap ketawa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siap ckp is this a joke lagi - can U imagine perasaan aku time nie, penat penat aku talipon sane sinie, dia ingat joke, U BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku pon serius lah berckp, menerangkan keadaan sebenar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So pharmacist tuh pon serius&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siap tanye aku sepecifically where the abcess was&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the buttock cheeks , or on the natal cleft&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So dia suggest guna VEET ( yang ader kat dlm TV tuh)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Veet for sensitive skin&lt;/p&gt;Pharmacist tanyer aku tau gune ke?? I was like fuck u bitch aku mane gune hair removal cream dlm hati  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then aku bincang dgn nurse cam na nak gune veet nie, nurse siap bagi tips tips lagi for the best way to do it ( aku siap buat short notes lagi), siap cerita experience dia buat bikini wax lagi segala&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then talipon patient , explain how to use veet- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CAN U IMAGINE PEOPLE?? THINGS I DO FOR MY PATIENTS!!!!!??!! AND THINGS I HAVE TO DO??!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAIR REMOVAL CREAM For THE BUTTOCKS!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pathetic la jugak &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Anyway, nanti aku cerita ceriti lagi skop keje aku YANG LUAS TUH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-6903009288740912171?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6903009288740912171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/6903009288740912171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/08/skop-keje.html' title='skop keje'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RrQ11pnN1mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sq-uGBtUI0M/s72-c/Pilonidal_sinus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-1615261424733047713</id><published>2007-07-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:27:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrry people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RpvSL8tGaQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x9_e0SqoqCs/s1600-h/new2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RpvSL8tGaQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x9_e0SqoqCs/s320/new2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087891306760792322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay , i know you people mesti totally like pissed with me sebab tak hapdate bende nie like almost a year. I so apologize for not hapdating it, bukan aku tak mau, cume tak der mase jer. Well anyway , as predicted by paan, aku keje now at MWRH, limerick , stab city, banyak giler togher,  langsung tak posh, soooooo not manhattan, like totally kampung, penuh dgn makcik2 obes-gallstoned like body habitus, yang busuk serta demanding. Padahal patient non-private, belagak macam private!!! WHAT U think u in great portland streeet  hospital in london ka?? ( victoria beckham beranak here), WAT , u think u in manhataan ka???. AND WHAT u think u masuk hospital untuk bercuti ka? padahal bontot bersinus, yang discharging, and then kerek kerek nak cerita pasal holiday depa kat las palmas ( WEIH RIMAS LAH!!!) , then buat hal nak  mintak bilik private!!!!. AND YA, dun let me start about those NURSES, perkataan nurses says it all. BEING THE SELF CONFESSED TWO FACED BITCH I AM, stakat nie my hubungan AKU dgn depa baik, bolehlah nak cerita pasal coronation streeet watever, tapi tgk muka depa pon kenkadang aku tak tahan.  First few days was really like super CUAK, siap needlestick injurylagi segala, u guys can imagine how the blood was drained out of my sistem in just a few seconds, cam nak pengsan jer aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO so miss my student days, i DOOOOO miss the days when i cud go to sri house cam tuh jer, without having to think of work, i DOOOOO misss all you people!!!!! LIKE SUPEr SUPER SUPER MISSSS U PEOPLE.! walaupun limerik is my home for the next 6 months, i still find it foreign ( biaserlah, aku nie kan posh sket, tak biaserlah dgn bandar yang togher  nie walaupun aku duduk di sebuah rumah besar yang selesa dengan 3 bilik ( wakakakakaka, matilah kene tembak dgn uncle), i still miss cork. ANway, kepada yang berada di cork, limerik, sligo, dublin, jemputlah datang rumah iyer ( matilah kene kejong dgn kak toh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokey people, iALLAH i have time i update sumore, nak tido now, esok wardround kul 7pagi, uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-1615261424733047713?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1615261424733047713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/1615261424733047713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrry-people.html' title='sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrry people'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNVRtrsHFVM/RpvSL8tGaQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x9_e0SqoqCs/s72-c/new2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-2227388875690674253</id><published>2007-07-04T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T07:09:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello ireland! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;phew......you have no idea how long it took me to log in just to write a few lines in here, considering how long i have been on hiatus. geez luckily i am not a superstitious kinda person otherwise i would have abandoned this entry altogether. well i know, i know, it has been a while and to those who were wondering what has happened to me for all this time let's just say i'm still figuring out my way through this little journey called life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's been more than 3 months i'd say since i left Ireland. the land i called home for more than a decade long. to come back at last to my home of my future. it hasn't been an easy ride i gotta say since i set my feet on malaysian ground. of course it made me wonder if leaving Ireland was in fact the right move for me nevertheless i am here and the only thing that left for me to do is just deal with it and make the most of what i have in hand. it made my life a little bit more exciting though. i'm talking about everything. life here is not at all as i expected in every single aspect i could think of. everything is different, the weather, the people, the culture and the most of all the responsibilities. the moment i got home i noticed my responsibilities on my shoulders like a huge rock suddenly fell from the sky with a vengeance i may add for my long period of absence. not necessarily a burden, it depends on how you look at it. at times i can't help but secretly wish that i was back in Ireland. never thought i would see the day i utter those words nevertheless that exactly how i felt in fact still am feeling that way sometimes especially when on the road!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;regret? nah not at all. coming back was just the next step in the game of my life. sooner or later i have to face it. do i miss Ireland? the question that seems quite popular among people here. hmmmmmmmmm............yes, i miss it a lot! you never know what you get till it's gone fellas! that's human nature. of course i do miss it a lot. the customs, the cultures, the weather ( can't you believe it, i miss irish weather!!! it's true), most importantly my friends who have been my family away from home. the laughter, the weekends, the picnics, rollerblading, all those things that we did together i cherish them till the day i die and  oh yeah those little kids especially peq no', nattie, aquila and the bee and jesus, how i miss them all!. like it or not things won't be the same anymore no matter how badly we try and hope for them to be like they were. you will know once you guys are back , we will be close and yet it will feel so far away from each other and as a heads up, we definitely lead our own separate lives here! we can't help it but i hope we will still be close in this virtual world. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-2227388875690674253?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/2227388875690674253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/2227388875690674253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-ireland.html' title='hello ireland! :-)'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-7416080552873795966</id><published>2007-05-27T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T05:54:04.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Nadia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL6RpXnKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ew8XXv73LUA/s1600-h/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL6RpXnKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ew8XXv73LUA/s320/img009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069588532588682402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cork University Maternity Hospital .... FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, amazingly, I have time to jenguk2 blog ni dgn harapan ada a highly anticipated post from DR Mas Irfan Jaya Mahmooth (please excuse the possible wrong spelling, ya) or from Encik Paan kita yg senyap sunyi (kalau tidak kaulah penyelamat/pengaktif blog ni, Paan), tapi tiap2 kali masih muka anak aku yg aku nampak. Still Nadia, tapi takpalah, aku pun suka tgk muka anak aku hihihi. Anyways, a mighty congratulations to Mas, use this month to enjoy and relax/holiday with family, becoz, YOU WILL NOT GET IT AGAIN ONCE YOU WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloBdBpXm_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LkmbJbctRxA/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloBdBpXm_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LkmbJbctRxA/s320/D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069365928728697842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pengunjung setia Nadia di CUMH (everyday without fail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloBdRpXnAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xoeVW55EKC8/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloBdRpXnAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xoeVW55EKC8/s320/H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069365933023665154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadia making sure daddy got a lot of practice... (a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL5BpXnII/AAAAAAAAABs/7JmBBLBhdB8/s1600-h/J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL5BpXnII/AAAAAAAAABs/7JmBBLBhdB8/s320/J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069588511113845890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloKIRpXnDI/AAAAAAAAABE/mF6G8lOWGuM/s1600-h/T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloKIRpXnDI/AAAAAAAAABE/mF6G8lOWGuM/s320/T.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069375467851062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy thought me Silat from a very young age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloKJBpXnEI/AAAAAAAAABM/k_dkejz-qoM/s1600-h/U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RloKJBpXnEI/AAAAAAAAABM/k_dkejz-qoM/s320/U.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069375480735964226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' I believe I can fly...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL5hpXnJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DowpSs-WTtU/s1600-h/X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL5hpXnJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DowpSs-WTtU/s320/X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069588519703780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Six weeks young.....Snoozing with Teddy Zzzzz&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/17734820-7416080552873795966?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/7416080552873795966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/7416080552873795966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-nadia.html' title='Still Nadia'/><author><name>Sweetie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618295321353748406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RlrL6RpXnKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ew8XXv73LUA/s72-c/img009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-7216816020298910516</id><published>2007-04-27T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:43:14.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RjJt7p-TmvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qU7ZmoaJbt8/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RjJt7p-TmvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qU7ZmoaJbt8/s320/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058226203137383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RjJlcZ-TmuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_rhXuIoAeAg/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RjJlcZ-TmuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_rhXuIoAeAg/s320/DSC01035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058216870173448930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asslamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihihi, today is Day 12 post caeserean section to enable our beloved little Nadia to be born. Thank you everybody for your best wishes, much appreciated. It started with irregular but intense pain, then after ARM, I flew from 3 to 7 cm in 3 hours, THEN, stuck at 7 cm for seven hours. CTG became non reasuring, but fetal blood sampling was entirely normal. If I wasnt one of the 'pundits' in the labour ward, I would have been sectioned 3 hours earlier, but we wanted to give a good try. It seems that I might have what they call a 'true cephalo-pelvic disproportion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is, Syukur Alhamdulillah, Nadia is born at 23:40 on 15th April 2007,  kicking and alive at 2620g and a mop of black hair on her head. On her 4th day she is at 2860g and the 8th day at 3000g.  We registered her as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NADIA SHASMEEN MOHD SHAHRULNIZAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So Shaz, kau bolehlah berbangga sebab ada unsur2 nama kau hihihi (to Farhan and Mas, this is quite unintentional ok).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I must say that the proud father is completely bessoted with her, and why not right. Mum is too! Sekarang ni aku dlm pantanglah, tapi best jugak, received great meals to my room at least 3 times a day, daily massage and bertungku..... aahhh best. Cuma the healing of caeserean delivery will be timely, but insyallah Im getting there. Doakanlah kami semua sihat sejahtera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;More pics at moshsiti.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-7216816020298910516?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/7216816020298910516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/7216816020298910516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/04/nadia.html' title='Nadia'/><author><name>Sweetie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618295321353748406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V2dnvWqr5G0/RjJt7p-TmvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qU7ZmoaJbt8/s72-c/DSC01037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-8879030812654185839</id><published>2007-04-17T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:40:50.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations CTMOSH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just wanna wish CTMOSH tahniah for the arrival of your precious baby girl...May she grow up to be a GREAT PERSON...beautiful, charismatic, intelligent, caring, generous... like her mummy.  Wise, resourceful, patient... like her daddy... InsyaAllah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Loads of hugs and kisses from Uncle Syaz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p/s- dah confirm ke nama baby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;      - cepat2 ye letak gambar baby kat sini ye MOSH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-8879030812654185839?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/8879030812654185839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/8879030812654185839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/04/congratulations-ctmosh.html' title='Congratulations CTMOSH!'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-4321743403746454826</id><published>2007-04-13T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:50:21.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something I ventured recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCQLo5UshI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNw3OqkkRGU/s1600-h/DSC02737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCQLo5UshI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNw3OqkkRGU/s320/DSC02737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053197311540507154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCPfY5UsgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/buvKpxqVVEE/s1600-h/DSC02730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCPfY5UsgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/buvKpxqVVEE/s320/DSC02730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053196551331295746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum everybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, sitting in my room, bored to death...it's scorching hot outside, a bit windy though...thank god. Tried to take a nap earlier, but couldn't rest my mind (well, my mind had always been restless though, god knows for how  long!).  So,  let me just jot down a little something for you  guys to  read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:430.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\SYAZRI~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="DSC02689"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pic left-minah ni name dia Soo. baik dan rajin sangat tapi garang jugak. Banyak betul dia buat keje)&lt;br /&gt;(pic-khairil, me and chia-three of us with the same foster family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to Bachok (3rd April) for what they call Community and Family Case Study (CFCS). There were 18 of us. I was the group leader.  We  stayed in the kampung for 5 days with foster families. Just to let u guys know, Bachok is called 'Jelapang Tembakau Negara' (Mas, u surely knew this already right?).Wow...there were indeed acres of tobacco plantation. They looked like huge, overgrown Pak Choi leaves. 80% of the villagers here plant tobacco leaves for a living (not in Mukim Nipah though). Most of them only work 4-5 months a year during the tobacco season. In that duration, they scrapped enough money to support them for a year! It's kind of a tradition there to plant tobacco. But, mind you, there are quite a few large houses there from well off families (contributed by their professional kids who does not plant tobacco..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCQ8I5UsiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xK-USJJ5ktE/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCQ8I5UsiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xK-USJJ5ktE/s320/DSC02689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053198144764162594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many doctors live in this Bachok area. Why? Most of them worked either in private clinics or HUSM which is just 20 mins drive. But, most of all, they lived there because of the beaches. There was this huge seaside mansion owned by a couple, the husband is a Prof. Hans (is it German?) married to a Malaysian dr. (Malay muslim). Kinda reminded me of dear Leia and Honza. Wow! Their house was like living in an expensive holiday mansion everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to CFCS. Actually, all 220 year 2 med and dental students went to Bachok district which comprise of a few mukim. My group of 18 were assigned Mukim Nipah which has around 1000 houses. We conducted cross-sectional study. We tagged all the houses in the whole mukim in 1 and a half days. Then we randomly selected 120 houses for our survey. We interviewed about 500 people. Took measurements and everything. Paan would definitely enjoy that part (if you know what I mean...)haha! I was so tired from the ordeal of being a leader. I'm not made for that kind of stuff, really. Am not really a leader. But anyway, it was quite a success. Everybody co-operated and did their jobs well which was a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCSVI5UskI/AAAAAAAAABE/cHfF6PD9kK0/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCSVI5UskI/AAAAAAAAABE/cHfF6PD9kK0/s320/DSC02696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053199673772520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(pic- that's me - tagging and mapping on day 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh!!!Se'eh nye perut aku! My tummy was bloated everyday, all the time in the kampung. Why? Because these Kelantanese people liked it a little bit too much to stuff their guess of honour with food. My foster family prepared food for me like there were no tomorrow! And we have to eat at the other foster families too. And all the houses that we went in for surveyed prepared at least super-sweet drinks and super-sweet kuih for us. It would be rude not to abide by their hospitality. So , we all ended up walking with a headache from the sugar-rush and stomach ache too. Thank god none of us ended up with typhoid fever (Malay-demam kepialu). My foster family, once they learnt of my fondness towards durian, bought me durian EVERYDAY! Good gracious, I can't even eat more than 5 ulas of durian Thailand, god forbid durian kampung! Could only muster 2 ulas. If I eat more, I would end up with fever and runny nose instantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCRoY5UsjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/V2B_jQQc85I/s1600-h/DSC02766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCRoY5UsjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/V2B_jQQc85I/s320/DSC02766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053198904973374002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(pic-makan sotong celup tepung tepi pantai Irama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the worst ordeal  was the data processing part after we left the kampung. It was like HELL! We spent quite a few consecutive days and slept at 1-2 am everyday to do data entering, analysis and the powerpoint presentation. I don't find the need to elaborate more on this. Anyway, our community diagnosis were diabetes and hypertension - the usual combo. So, for the the second cfcs residency in three months time (right after our term holiday), we are going to focus our survey on this two. After that, in the 3rd and fourth residency next year, we have to do intervention and post intervention study. By that time, i'm pretty sure that the whole mukim would know all 18 of us by name! Just imagine, a few of the surveyed houses were of police inspectors. We had to obtain some info from the mukims police station. The thing was, it took 3 days for them to 'process' application for info. but, once they saw our faces, thay did the job in just 30 mins! Well, that's the scenario in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was nervous like hell during the presentation because the groups before us were bombarded with nasty questions and comments. A few groups had to re-do their presentation. If that happens to me, i would definitely break-down. God forbid!But anyway, all that didn't happen..We sailed through the presentation with just a few coments and remarks. That's all. Except that my hands were trembling like mad (evident by the not so static laser pointer that i used). Well, now, we have to prepare for the next residency plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCTRY5UslI/AAAAAAAAABM/mP0dLDa4J1o/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCTRY5UslI/AAAAAAAAABM/mP0dLDa4J1o/s320/DSC02731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053200708859638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh...penat aku masuk kampung ni tak habis lagi, now I need to study for final exam next week! Banyak giler nak kene study!Tak taulah aku...Babai kengkawan sume!MISS YOU ALL LOADS AND LOADS!!!Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-4321743403746454826?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4321743403746454826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/4321743403746454826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-something-i-ventured-recently.html' title='Just something I ventured recently...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RiCQLo5UshI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wNw3OqkkRGU/s72-c/DSC02737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-3906681942538644421</id><published>2007-03-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:49:59.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dattebayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPqTU0QShQY/Rfh6driOidI/AAAAAAAAAAU/maUvjPPuPbI/s1600-h/Naruto+002_qjpreviewth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPqTU0QShQY/Rfh6driOidI/AAAAAAAAAAU/maUvjPPuPbI/s320/Naruto+002_qjpreviewth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041914433162349010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;It was 2 weeks ago when I was literally forced to watch this apparently popular anime by my housemate. Frankly I wasn’t in the mood to watch anything at all, I was too angry and upset with myself the way I did in the viva. After I saw my life just crumbled down into nothingness right before my eyes a second after I heard the first question in anatomy station, how could I have any interest in watching cartoon, any cartoon for that matter. But to my mate insistence he politely shuffled himself closer and closer to the dvd player. Pressed the open button and the cd tray slid out. He put on the homemade dvd and pressed the button to shut it. Then he switched the scart adaptor that connected to the dvd. He did this all rather slowly and without looking at me. He knew much to my dismay I wouldn’t get up from the ever so comfy couch of mine, he was so sure that I was too depressed to stop him. There he was clicking the AV button on the tv remote and that was it, I was hooked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;I know that this anime has been around for god knows how long. Never had any interest in it. I remember my younger brother at some points a few years ago was obsessed with it and this was all he kept talking about. He wanted me to take a peep at it but no way, was my answer. I felt like the show was a bit too childish. Then there were a few of my friends who would rather spend the weekends in front of the laptop catching up on the show, hmmm I guess that seemed a bit extreme. Little that I know I am no different to those guys, that I had underestimated them all and surely I underestimated the show too. I am officially a NARUTO fan, a big f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPqTU0QShQY/Rfh7M7iOieI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6Qux4EWJV_Q/s1600-h/Naruto_Semi_Realism_by_danny_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPqTU0QShQY/Rfh7M7iOieI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6Qux4EWJV_Q/s320/Naruto_Semi_Realism_by_danny_boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041915244911167970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an I may add.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                 I hate to admit it I caught the bug big time and way too late than others. Good for me that my housemate has all the episodes on CDs and that was what I’ve been doing the past week. Naruto episodes, one after another. I become obsessed with it and I swear I can now differentiate the different syllables in nihonggo. I know this might sound a bit too much but this show has so many levels, humors, drama, actions and some good values too. Determination, ambitions, persistence, passion to name a few. I guess I probably looked too much into it for a cartoon but that’s how I feel about it. It’s fun to watch and the stories are quite well told too. The suspense and thrills felt are as real as the non-animated movies. Gosh, how could I miss this?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Some people find the main character is a bit too annoying while I on the other hand find him very adorable. Naruto is a cute lovable kid, reminds me of my youngest brother. The enthusiasm, the mischief and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the energy that he has. What he lacks in knowledges he compensates it in courage and his spirit. Starting out as a lone orphan he made a beautiful and meaningful life his way out of nothing. Never gives up, very strong person indeed. Very inspiring. Anyway I guess that’s enough for my elaborate thought on this anime. The new naruto shipudeen is out and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;can’t wait for it. I’m anxious on how the story will turn out. gosh never thought I would say that. By the way as the day get closer, I can’t wait that finally I’m coming home............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DATTEBAYO!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-3906681942538644421?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3906681942538644421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/3906681942538644421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/03/dattebayo-it-was-2-weeks-ago-when-i-was.html' title='Dattebayo!'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPqTU0QShQY/Rfh6driOidI/AAAAAAAAAAU/maUvjPPuPbI/s72-c/Naruto+002_qjpreviewth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-243986970758954951</id><published>2007-03-09T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:04:32.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK5S-tksEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Nsca7n8qTk/s1600-h/bukit2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK5S-tksEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Nsca7n8qTk/s320/bukit2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040294668703936578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK4sOtksDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KwYzxKIDu04/s1600-h/bukit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK4sOtksDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KwYzxKIDu04/s320/bukit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040294002984005682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK1jetksCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ID-IHOnE1A/s1600-h/syaz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK1jetksCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ID-IHOnE1A/s320/syaz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290554125266978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tup,tap,tup,tap...it's been 9 months since I left &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cork&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for good June 2006. Could barely remember the smell of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cork&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;...my hometown. Really felt bad 4 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u guys know, i'm not really the couldn't-stop-rambling kind of guy. Am really wrecking my brain tryin' to spill out some ideas here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAS IRFAN JAYA MAHAMOOTH! Really wish that i could do something 4 &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; b'day...at least bake u a cake. U must be torturing urself like hell this year huh? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, ema told me Seri's coming back to M'sia next week? REALLY?? Hey, Seri, if &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; comin' to Kota Bharu, let me know ok? i'm not on holiday yet, so, i'll just pray that u'll be comin'...nak tgk afiq dan nattie! Kita kuar gi 'make-make deh' (loghat kelate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheee!!Paan, is it true? &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; comin' back 28th March? My holiday would be exactly one month after that. We must make plans to meet up then..Me , ema and you. Maybe leia would b here too? We’ll make a small reunion. We’ll let Ema drive us in her Vios, hehe…she’s the expert now, tak sesat punye,heeheee…tapi kalau dia ngan aku je sesat gak, heeeheeee!!habis satu KL kami pusing!! Hey, Ema, I’ll visit u in Bentong ok during my holiday..U must make some cekodok pisang and coffee too. Maybe karipap pusing too. Maybe I can bake a cake with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; mum too, hehe…tambah berkenan nanti mak kau kat aku..dahla hensem, pandai masak plak tu!Wahaahaa!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gonna change to topic now. About my recent adventure. I went jungle-trekking before Chinese new year break. It was awesome. I bet Honza would love the adventure. It was a 16 miles trek. (eh betul ke eja trek ni! Ke track? Wuteva la..). we went in small groups. The scenery was quite breath taking! I was feeling quite nervous at first of the possible encounter with cold blooded reptilians especially snakes and crocs! Not to mention, leeches and pacats! Eeuuuu! Scary man! Fortunately, did not witness a single one. I was attacked by a swarm of tree ants though. It was quite horrible. Sting here and there!At that time, we were climbing a hill ( it was more than 45 degree steep!) and I stopped to snap a pic. Got attacked while POSING MAUT gitu! Haha!! Aiyooo, the hill was quite scary, dark and scary! Well, we went through sawah padi yang banyak gilerr all the way. There’s also its rival, the famous tobacco plantations of Kelantan! Can be seen anywhere and everywhere! It looked like spinach only larger. Did manage to snap one leaf and stick it in my pocket. It ended up&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;dark, damp and wilted later on after being soaked in the swamp ( which is the best part and the most gruesome part of the journey!). Then we passed by a fishermen’s village. It stink of fish (well, what do you expect?) It’s not at all like what I expected, they did quite well for themselves. Well, to tell u the truth, these Kelantanese people…many of them are quite rich folks. Hidden in the jungle…in small villages..by the river…HUGE MANSIONS!! These people own hectares of plantation fields, dozens of lorries and tractors. I learnt that fact especially during my communities and family case studies programmes in Pasir Puteh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, back to the journey…the last part was the SWAMP! I followed the last group, so by the time we reached the swamp, it was already pass noon and the tide was already up to my chest! Can you amagine my horror? Man..i’m not made up for that kind of thing! Air paya tu berselut hitam! Couldn’t discern a thing in there! God knows the creatures lurking underneath!Tak nak aku fakir! Well, believe it or not, I was really caught in the moment, wasn’t really thinking of all those things. Just jumped in and dragged my feet. Maybe I was too tired and just wanted the ordeal to be over with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Done with the jungle trekking. Anyway, it was a great weekend spent. Actually, it was a camping weekend organized by ‘us’ second year’s who’s involved with ‘BigSib’ or big sibling. It’s under Ko-k and is compulsory for second year’s. we get to choose between BigSib, Askar Wataniah and Jabatan Pertahanan Awam JPA 3. Well, could you ever picture me joining the Askar Wataniah or JPA3? Just not me! Haha!Anyway, they also get to do awesome things like learning to use the firearm and being thrown in an island and left there to survive! I like the adventure part, I just don’t want to participate in the kawad! That’s just a NO, NO! oh yeah, the camping, well, only first year boys had to sleep in the tent, the girls in dorms. Since boys BigSib were so scarce, we got the chalets! With air-conditioning and nice bathrooms! Just so u know, my real friends are all first years. Berbulu je diorang tgk aku duduk chalet! Oh yeah, one more thing. Can u believe that they gave me the most unreasonable (if only they knew) position of all? Exco kerohanian dan kebajikan! Good god! Well, I did my job anyway. Woke up from my nice and cool snooze at 4.30 a.m to wake everybody up for subuh prayer( it was just a snooze that I could afford for the whole weekend). I did used the haler (cerobong pembesar suara tu). Eeeiii…gelak besar aku dalam hati. Macam tak percaya aku bleh buat keje cam tu!! Well, keje kebajikan tu &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;okla&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, make sure everybody ate and healthy. Oh yeah, make sure there’s water supply! Aiyoo…there wasn’t water supply for those poor kids on the second day! My job anyway was simple, just inform and make sure the management fix the problem. Nothing I couldn’t handle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dahla, tu my fingers are tired already. Am feeling the hunger pang now. Gonna go and buy nasi for dinner. Adios amigos..astalavista babeess!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-243986970758954951?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/243986970758954951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/243986970758954951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7cGY0fBe14w/RfK5S-tksEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Nsca7n8qTk/s72-c/bukit2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-117046928678014600</id><published>2007-02-02T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:27:40.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a change a year make</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                      this would be my first entry for this year, 2007 and it's february already. time flies, really quickly and i find it hard to catch up sometimes. yesterday i was on the phone to my parents when i found out that yesterday was thursday instead of wednesday which i thought it was all day long. i felt like i lost a day and as the big day approaching fast every morning i wake up with palpitation. it isn't an exaggeration i swear to god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                    so for the past few weeks i have been a nocturnal creature. i didn't know how it happen and how it started but no matter what my eyes are wide awake at 3 am every morning and usually the lids begin to feel heavier at 6 am and maybe at 7 i would be sailing in deep REM sleep. tonight wasn't an exception and since  my brain couldn't stand at the sight of Henderson-Hasselbach equation for acid base balance i figured why not, lets do something with this dying site. that's the thing, i'm beginning to think that aging actually started to take its toll on me. it was so frustrating that it takes longer for me to understand stuff i've learnt before not too distant past ago and even then to retain new memories which was like a second nature to me when i was young-er feel like such an effort and that isn't guaranteed to stick in my tiny brain a few hours later. what's up with that! i know this might sound a bit bad but i hope my friends out there especially those who were part of this blog share the same predicament, don't wanna be the odd one out, hahahahaha. it's not a "bit" bad, that actually is terrible and appaling. can't believe i said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                    the other day i was just thinking this time last year, i spent most of time in Cork. those good old days. chilling out just having fun with those crowd. i did enjoy it very much. but today it is a complete reversal of situation. it is completely different and empty. as most of the guys over there scattered all over the world now finding their ways in life. things are not like it used to be. i know that we shouldn't dwell in the past but you can't help missing those moments. where laughter were the essence of our congregation, in the expense of a few of our friends' miseries of course and they liked it anyway. i'm kidding. you know what i mean. if you ask everyone or yourself i'm sure there are no happy days like it was before, sure there are plenty happier days but somehow not quite like they were used to be. maybe i'm the only one who feel this way coz admittedly my life here sucks and god knows how desperately i wish i was home right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  hmmm nothing on tv at this hour, no new news on the news channels, there were teleshopping shows in most of music and cartoon channels. never thought having full sky package with more than 100 channels can feel like a waste. the most annoying thing is i still don't feel sleepy!!! god maybe i should try some temazepam or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/17734820-117046928678014600?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/117046928678014600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/117046928678014600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-change-year-make.html' title='what a change a year make'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-116820397069465977</id><published>2007-01-07T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:06:10.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored to death</title><content type='html'>its 830pm, my butt/bontot/boings/posteria/gluts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; compressed that i'm convinced that it will never gain it natural elastisity anymore, the thought of my butt loosing its perky-ness over vaginal issues really gave me a fright, took hold of the car keys, and drove straight to the place i know most ( other than 32 riverview, rumah Sri,CUH Kafe)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TESCOs&lt;/span&gt;. (tak tgk kiri kanan dah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess strolling down the each and every aisle is soooooooo therapeutic.....met a few junior malays, gave them the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohhh-aku final med-to busy to know-u&lt;/span&gt;" look, in which i think they replied my gesture by giving me the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohhh-tuh budak perasan doctor-sbb dia kawan dgn doctor je-padahal baru student je&lt;/span&gt;"look - padan muka aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back with a bunch of chocolate BAGS, i dont know wat to blog about ...... hilang akal orang kata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll leave for now, nanti aku blog lagi lepas abes exam pasal puhkee nie......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-116820397069465977?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116820397069465977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116820397069465977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored-to-death.html' title='bored to death'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-116709562836806275</id><published>2006-12-25T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:13:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   as usual, i come here to bitch. even i got nothing to bitch about nevertheless i just feel like it especially now. well it's christmas today and the whole country pretty much like a scene of town you see in silent hill movie, quiet, dull and lifeless. i guess everyone is at home, savouring alcoholic drinks and enjoying the foods with the company of their families regardless those they love or not. i suppose on this kinda day you just be together put aside what the feelings they have toward each other. feud and disagreement are totally whole different stories and christmas is here to be enjoyed not spoiled. pretty much like hari raya. sound fun. where am i while all this fun going on? home and alone. well i chose to stay at home this weekend although i did say i would go out somewhere and do something to make the most of my day off but when i got home last friday night somehow there was some invisible force like magnetic field that kept me grounded in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;        god how i love to be home at last. my own room, my own space, my own bed and my own coffee machine. i missed them i know it's kinda sad just to say that and make it sound like those are real living people but reality are those just inanimate objects instead. nevertheless i guess that the fact i have been away for sometimes made me realize how i treasure the luxury of having my own comfort zone. hell i can walk around naked if i wanted too. i woke up late on saturday and it's nice to wake up without alarm clock screaming in your ear at 6 o'clock like it was this past 2 weeks. lay on my bed still covered by the duvet up to my neck thinking when should i get up and leave this warm little atmosphere inside the sheet. i kept lying tossing and turning on the wide double bed enjoying what i've been missing all the while smiling to the comfort i felt. argh, i can do this all day. unfortunately my empty stomach started to yell the churning sound demanding to be stuffed. and the timing couldn't get any better when siti texted inviting me over to her place as she just finished cooking nasi lemak. nasi lemak!! wo, i love my bed and sleep but no way i was going to pass that. i love nasi lemak and my mouth just flooded with my spit as i typed this. i got up and finally made it to siti's a little over two hours later. well i had to make a cup of coffee for myself after getting up which is a daily ritual for me and as i was ready to have my shower i found out that the boiler was indeed turned off so i had to wait for almost 30 minutes for the water to be at perfect temperature for me to shower, don't ask i am that anal. that's why it took a bit longer for me to get to siti's besides town was mad and packed with people who were doing their last minute shopping and that doubled the length of time needed to me to get to siti's . anyway i made it and fullamak the nasi lemak was awesome! loved it, loved it and loved it! way to go siti! we talked and hung out over a couple rounds of coffee which i bought from insomnia. great coffee i must say. we saw a movie "brick" i rented from extravision, it was okay, kinda slow but the story is good. about drugs and teenagers and all the troubles they caused. how did they manage to go through high school with these kinda problems are beyond me, if indeed they happen but then again i'm not surprised if they did happen. at that age i was still struggling with the academics without all these extracurricular stuff. frankly didn't have time to think about it all, well i was a nerd, maybe it happened but i was too oblivious to even notice it. i went home a little after 12 because i was so sleepy and tired for some reasons even though i was still in bed less than 10 hours before that. guess the residual exhaustion from the previous weeks started to catch up on me. i went straight to bed and slept like a baby as soon as i lay my head on the pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; nothing much on sunday. meant to go to cork but i was too lazy to leave the house besides i woke up late again and the day almost over so i decided to just chill out at home tidy my place. then comes today and the whole day i've been dreading for these coming week. i'll be working tomorrow and on call then another call on friday then on sunday the 31st, supposedly the busiest day for business in my field. thank god i'm finishing in the morning of january 1st and  god knows how impatient i am now to get there. can hardly wait!  urghhhh i hate this moment and i hate this week already. hope tomorrow will be easy and so will the next day and the next day till sunday. wishful thinking!&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/17734820-116709562836806275?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116709562836806275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116709562836806275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-2006.html' title='Xmas 2006'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-116639631778963087</id><published>2006-12-17T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:58:37.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm......(sigh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I started to get used to getting around this place. Although it only has been less than a week I have to be extremely quick at adapting to what’s going on around me. I guess that’s the only way for me to survive this mediocre existence. Living out of a suitcase like this frankly is a very exhausting life and even more depressing. Oh god! You have no idea how miserable my life is right now. Completely alone in a place that is alien to me with none of the faces you meet seem remotely familiar. To make matter worse the job that I’m doing right now is not something that I fond of, in fact the one I’d wished I didn’t get at all. I remember last Tuesday when I got the text about the job, I was thinking sure I can just answer perhaps they wouldn’t even pick me all the while hoping that other people might answer to the advertisement and got chosen. After I  hung up with the agency it occurred to me what am I gonna do if they do want me to fill in the job? Shit! I shouldn’t have called them in the first place to tell them I was interested. A few hours later my cell rang and medical admin office was on the other end of the line. Damn! Damn! Damn! I had to honour my words, told them I was going to come then there was nothing to be said but to pack my stuff. In about 2 hours after the call I received I was on the road dreading about the next few weeks ahead of me and keep wishing I hadn’t pick up my phone and answer that ad. I don’t like to think of myself as a stupid person but most of the time you have no idea what a complete idiot I am, really! Got my life to prove it. Anyway a week has gone and 2 more weeks left with 4 on-calls waiting in line. I just have to ignore inner cry and suffering and just look up to the finishing line. Thank god I will be off for Christmas and god knows how I’m going to make most of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-116639631778963087?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116639631778963087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116639631778963087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmsigh.html' title='hmm......(sigh)'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-116273510012889297</id><published>2006-11-05T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:19:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/1600/DSC01342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/320/DSC01342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah they share the same alpha globulin but deferred in their beta globulin… huh? … You know the Thyroid Stimulating Hormone (TSH) and the Beta HCG… so?... well severe hypothyroidism can cause excessive emesis… so?.... in sudden surge of BHCG it can mimic that effect, causing hyperemesis &lt;gravidarum&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the chosen 1% of BHCG positive (ie pregnant woman) can experience the excessive nausea and vomiting from the surge of this hormone until it plateau around (and I mean around the clock!) after first trimester (yeah right!!!!), or 14 weeks, or 18 weeks, OR the whole 40 weeks of pregnancy (wuuhoooo just the thing I wanna know!)&lt;/gravidarum&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my ever so scarce literature contribution in this space. But I actually do have a lot to tell. Im sure most of you knew, that I was ‘out-of-commission’ for 7 weeks. Half of that time spent in front of either a sink or a toilet bowl throwing my empty guts out. Ohh yes, and include a full week hours being admitted as a patient in my place of work. Hugely embarrassing! Now all my colleagues, from the consultants to the porters and security guys are in the know. Well it turns out kinda sweet coz I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;notice people are gallantly nicer at work (including the midwives hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alhamdulillah menjelang hari raya, aku beransur pulih ( sikit jer) tapi bulehlah dgn pertolongan Mas Irfan Jaya (pelajar tahun akhir di &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cork&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;) aku buat ketupat palas (thank you ibu/ayah), lodeh and kemas2 rumah. Nasiblah kawan2 aku yang baik hati semuanya buat pot luck datang rumah aku ( Sri buat kuah kacang yang kemudian aku spoilkan, sorrylah Sri, betul2 tak sengaja, Ajee/K toh buat rendang, Lia/Zarrie Anne/Wawa buat meehoon utk 50 org agaknya). Kira Aidilfitri 2006 aku bestlah juga walaupun dah start kerja balik. Taklah sedih sgt cam Paan, tapi aku dah puas sedih kot sebelum tu heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next weekend, I went to &lt;st1:place&gt;Limerick&lt;/st1:place&gt; (takut juga ada projectile event dlm kereta, tapi alhamdulillah ok besides a few very dodgy moments). Hmm, I would really like to announce, aku first time main pool (kat rumah Fahd) and guess what? Aku menang! Tak percaya aku, takpalah pada sapa2 yg tak puas hati tu, nanti kita re-match ya! Excited aku pada suatu hari minggu yang indah tu, aku terjumpa sayur kangkung kat Asia Market Limerick! Ohhh bestnyer… terasa nak makan nasi lemak dgn sayur kangkung. Paan pun melayan aku pergi bershopping&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(sebab Paan pun dah lama tak makan nasi). Bertuah aku ngan Mosh dapat makan kat rumah Paan sambil tgk citer Mistress of Spice…..layann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really want to use this space to thank Aji/Kak Toh/Uncle/SriAbe/Lia/Zarrie Anne/Ee/Ariri for all the cooking you guys did for me and Mosh during those trying times. Tak taulah aku nak makan apa kalau korang takda. Paan, Ema, Shaz and Mas… thank you for your supportive msgs and tolong2 aku. Im on the mend right now Alhamdulillah. Hopefully I’ll regain my appetite fully to regain the 7 kgs I lost (even in my crunchest diet I didn’t achieve that! Errrr aku pernah ke diet? Anyway…).&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;AND of course to dearest Mosh, thank you for all the cooking, then holding my hair afterwards while my stomach rejected it, and for fixing a hot drink, for semi-forcing me to Erinville and generally being patient and supportive through the ordeal. #&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-116273510012889297?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116273510012889297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116273510012889297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sweetie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618295321353748406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-116242418905345549</id><published>2006-11-01T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:46:33.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid 2006……</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" month="23" day="10" year="2006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday 23/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0330hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;“ala canggung, ala canggung la la la le la le” that was the alarm went off from my mobile phone that woke me up from my deep sleep. Urghhh! At this hour I would give up everything I’ve own just to keep myself in bed. I had to get up though, in 4 hours I had to be in Navan. I was cursing myself while heading towards the shower, thank god that I packed everything last night before going to bed. Got ready and had a bowl of crunchy nut cereal and a cup of coffee I finally made my way out to the car. I had a small thermos mug filled with Guatemalan Antigua coffee which beans I bought from starbuck’s at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; airport a few days before ramadhan. This particular coffee behaves like a stimulant drug to me, I get all hyper and jittery which means in my case I get &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;manic when I drink it, just what I need to keep me awake throughout the trip, gotta drink it before fasting starts though. I left my house at 0500 hrs, thinking hmm 3 hours that should be enough to get to the destination on time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday 23/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0630hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Traffic was pretty much bumper to bumper on this Naas-Dublin motorway at this hour. “ what the hell is going on?! It almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7 o’clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; for god’s sake!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stuck in traffic, the sun wasn’t even rise yet and at least 40 km away from Navan and that how far it was from M50 motorway after the tollbooth. I was maybe 5-6 km away from M50 at the time and hardly moved an inch in the last 10 minutes. I started to get a bit irritable. Anxious that I was going to be late and anxious that my car would go overheated. Yes my car had been a bit strange in this past months, meant to get it checked out but for unknown reasons I never did, hmmmm, well the thing is if I stop for maybe 10 minutes with the engine running, the temperature scale hand would soar up to the highest point you know the reddest part of the scale. The “STOP” sign will light up and keep blinking like mad that every single time &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it happens I swear I could see the bonnet explodes and my life starts flashing before my eyes. Talking about being dramatic. I got really restless at this point the temperature hand just about to reach the forbidden zone. I prayed and kept on praying, the last thing I need was my car stall in this traffic jam. My scrub smelled like coffee I spilled earlier. The lid of that stupid mug wasn’t securely fit and most of the hot coffee ended up on my lap instead of my mouth. Damn! I knew it at that moment the next 24 hours of my life gonna be hell. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;God knew how relief I was when I crossed the tollbooth in one piece and sped up to N3 route to Navan. I looked at the clock it was 10 minutes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. I was already late.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday 23/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0810hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess I was about 15 km away from Navan when the traffic came to a halt, again?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This road should be empty at this hour as very few people were suppose to go inbound to Navan, it should be the other way around. What a luck! Turned out that there was an accident up ahead, shit! That would definitely go to my hospital and I was the surgical on-call, basically that was for me and I better get my ass over there before them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got to the hospital a little after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; and headed straight to the dayward, thank god I wasn’t the only one who was late. So I carried on working as usual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday 23/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1115 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My bleep went off and it was casualty, great! It started already. Rule of thumb if you were on-call and casualty started ringing you before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, you might as well just move in to casualty as you basically looking at a very long day and night. I never wrong at this. So yeah that road traffic accident (RTA) I told you guys earlier made it to the hospital. Surprisingly she was okay, oh yes it was a young woman in the car by herself thankfully, just a broken wrist a couple of cuts and graze here and there. She was so lucky, so I thought. I examined her, something not quite right with her tummy, managed to get an urgent ultrasound. She went straight to CT from ultrasound room, my suspicious was confirmed that she had liver laceration with intraperitoneal bleeding but she was stable. I knew it we had to transfer her to a bigger and better hospital with liver unit and I had to go with her. At that stage I had 3 people admitted already and time just turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; It was a terrible day in general, the weather sucked and medical team had 3 heart attacks already when I got to A&amp;E and again it wasn’t even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Monday 23/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1900 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After a quick drink and snack for fast breaking, I jumped on the back of the ambulance with the liver lady. We’re heading for a hospital in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dublin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. It was quite a long ride considering all the sirens and the lights were on, we managed to get there despite a little lost along the way as none of the accompanying people been to this part of the hospital ironically and transferred the patient in one piece, phew! What a relief. We headed back to Navan. I hate ambulance ride, anti-emetic I took right before we left worked wonder otherwise I would be on the stretcher instead of the patient. We got back at about almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Went up to the wards did some jobs and finally lay down on the bed at about 1 am, only then I just realized it was eid. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I recited takbir, the touching and moving malaysian’s way of reciting takbir, not aloud just to myself, at that particular time I wish I was at home. I know I told some of my friends before that I didn’t really feel anything or anxious at all for the eid but at that moment how I wish I was with someone or some people at least I’m close to if it weren’t my family. Okay in another word I feel a bit lonely and kinda sad. Then I spent the whole night okay not the whole night but most of the night replying text messaging to everyone particularly those in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. I called my parents and god, it was good to hear their voices. I felt much better, much and much better!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tuesday 24/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0400hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I came down to casualty again, a couple more patients to see, I probably was asleep for about 30 minutes when the bleep went off, damn you bleep! As I was talking to one of the patients, my phone rang and it was my brother in his cheerful and happy voice wishing happy eid, actually he needed my grandmother’s house phone number, that cheeky lad. Luckily I was awake what if I was asleep? Sure I would get really cranky and give out to him regardless it was raya or not, the thing is I could never bring myself to that angry, cranky person and my brothers and sisters know it, that’s why it has been going on for as long as I’ve been here and will keep on happening I tell you, not that I never mention to them, they just don’t care I guess. I love them very much and that gives me the strength to put up with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2006" day="10" month="24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tuesday 24/10/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0730hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got up after a little snooze, I felt a little fresh and went to the shower. Prayed fajr and about 8 am I did my own eid prayer, I know I wouldn’t get a chance to do it as we had theatre today. It was such a long day and I was dying to get out of here, not that I got somewhere else to be but I just wanted to go to sleep. I left at last at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; that evening, after a ward round that I came along half-heartedly. Checked in at the B&amp;B and the rest the of the evening was a blur to me. Next thing I knew I woke up in my work clothes in the middle of the night and when I looked at my watch it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Wednesday morning. I went back to bed and just before that I wish myself “Selamat Hari Raya!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-116242418905345549?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116242418905345549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/116242418905345549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/11/eid-2006.html' title='Eid 2006……'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115985812270309757</id><published>2006-10-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:48:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day has gotten gloomy........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/fall%20color30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/fall%20color30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  I can’t believe it has been a week already since we started ramadhan, it made no difference to me except there are more invitations to breaking fast party in the weekends, may it be here my lovely hometown or Cork. Soon Eid will be around the corner and while people back home will be busy rushing and busting their asses off getting ready for the celebration I on the other hand will be chilling on my couch oblivious to the date which Eid will be fell on, coz I know someone will let me know the second it’s decided and bless those people who invented mobile technology, phone or internet alike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 It definitely feels different when you are away for this sort of things. Last year, I went home after 4 years been away for this holiday season. I think I did blog about my disappointment after the Eid, how all my hyped up expectation just crumbled down like the twin towers after the plane crashed into them. Sadly to say I still feel a bit bitter over it, I know, I know it’s time to let go unfortunately letting go is one thing I find very, very difficult to do. One of my flaws I’m afraid as some might notice. At least I don’t feel angry anymore that’s a good sign. Since then I feel like totally numb over this whole festive holidays. I just don’t look forward to it, think or feel anything at all about it basically I just don’t care. It’s going to be the same as any other day like February 5th or August 17th. Am I worried about this? I’m afraid not either. Oh well there’ll be plenty other things coming our ways after this that I might be a little more enthusiastic I suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Last weekend, I came to Cork for E/Ariri and Leia/Honza/Zariena/Wawa’s hosted breaking fast feast on Saturday and Sunday respectively. Boy o boy, I was like a starved vulture hogging on freshly dead horse. I kept on eating and eating and eating until my stomach was stretched to its maximum capacity when at this stage anymore eaten food couldn’t possibly stay down but to go up instead the way it comes, eugh! That is disgusting I didn’t do that though, I stopped when I started to feel that breathing suddenly became a conscious effort. Hahaha I ate that much! Who am I to deny my own appetite, thank god I’m such a terrible cook and the most slothful on top of that when it comes to cooking. Otherwise I might be the heaviest and most obese guy ever, probably on a waiting list for gastric bypass at this stage. Anyway, thank you guys for the tasty, most delicious and mouth watering malay foods I’ve sampled for a while. It was f#*king awesome you had no idea how happy and grateful I was hahahaa. I still can’t stop thinking that I turned down Sri’s invitation for Nasi Lemak during the week. What can I do? I already had a plan on the day wish that I hadn’t. Well sure she could find deep in her big and kind heart to do this some other time but this one I would definitely be securing a seat for myself. I really had great time and nice to see these people again. Nothing much changed that I noticed except that Afiq, Akeelah and the B, Nattie and E’s belly grown bigger. Swear to god, I can’t believe that E is that big! Can’t imagine how CT will look like a few months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                    Yes another surprise birthday party this weekend and this time it was Agee’s. Credit to Abe for distracting her with all the facts and trivias of Star Wars : revenge of the Sith, hahahahaha. Well it worked and she seemed clueless and surprised when everyone was standing in front of her with a cake and lit candles on. She didn’t see that coming thinking that Aqilah was doing something funny in the next room I ought to show her and right then when she got at the door everyone yelled “surprise” and singing the birthday anthem. It was fun. The blackforest cake was devine I must say and Sri you simply got better and better at this. I don’t like cakes that much but this one was an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    So there it was my weekend, I wonder how those guys in Malaysia getting on? Sure they are at better place than I am and I’m not talking just about the weather here. Yeah winter’s here now, there is no such thing as fall season in this place regrettably to say. The day’s getting colder, shorter (good for the fasting), gloomier, more wet and more depressing than ever (hang on to your cipramil people!) hope everything goes well for you guys and sure is great to hear from you soon. To everyone if it’s not too late still I wish you happy fasting and hopefully not too early to wish you selamat hari raya! &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/17734820-115985812270309757?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115985812270309757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115985812270309757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-has-gotten-gloomy.html' title='the day has gotten gloomy........'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115931275444026457</id><published>2006-09-26T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:19:14.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/"&gt;cerita kita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115931275444026457?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115931275444026457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115931275444026457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi.html' title='hi...'/><author><name>melur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945562334764849687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115931221880733750</id><published>2006-09-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:10:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few messages</title><content type='html'>a'kum semua di ireland...!!&lt;br /&gt;hi to everyone. it has been a while that i havent entered to blog nor in the net!!! baru balik dari HUKM...so far alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;hi liea..nice to hear news from ...by the way.. ur parcell will arrive soon...so watch out for it ..let me know if u get them dear...&lt;br /&gt;to seri...terharu dan terkejut dpt call dari kau the other day. tapi malangnyer aku gi tarawikh..(cheh bunyi baik tak hehhe!!)...anyway love to hear from u again...kim salam to apik and natrah...&lt;br /&gt;to mas...aiyaaa...batteri phone aku dah abis ari tuh..heheh sure aku kena kutuk gegiler ek...terima aksih daun keladi boring2 call laa lagi..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;hello syaz...ari tuh mmg kita bernasib tak baik...tak dpt jumpa. aku tersibuk lak ari tuh...amik adik kat ampang pastuh amik nizar lak kat pusat bandaraya dia balik dari paka t'gganu...kau pun sure busy ngan family.maklumlaaa ari first puasa..tentulaa semua nak balik..well anyhow...kita kena make plan B lak...mesti awal2 so tak jadi camni. insyallah raya nanti kita jumpa...i'll give u a call mr...&lt;br /&gt;and...to all...i should say sorry to sesiapa yg ader anta msg ..since my phone has stopped since the 19/09/2006. (terawal lah plak&gt;&gt;) i havn't recieved nor sent anyone any news...sorry again...&lt;br /&gt;oklaaa stop sini dulu...selamat berpuasa kat semua di sana...hrp ramdhan kali ini will bring us more joy than before..salam @ema@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115931221880733750?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115931221880733750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115931221880733750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-messages.html' title='a few messages'/><author><name>melur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945562334764849687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115918464818912175</id><published>2006-09-25T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:45:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>nak ucapkan &lt;strong&gt;THANX&lt;/strong&gt; to Sri sbb anta aku gi train station Jumaat lepas, berjaya jugak aku naik train tu, thanks to kehebatan Sri bawak kete. Thanx jugak kat abei n sri sbb amik aku semalam, hehe...terasa cam korang ni parents aku lak waktu sekolah2 dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dublin&lt;/strong&gt;, hmm...ntah le kenapa aku tak berkenan sgt kat city ni. It's ugly (what's with all these red brick buildings? they're horrendous),dirty, busy and the street layouts are just plain weird (once u get in u can never get out).&lt;br /&gt;Tapi disebabkan husband aku ada kat sana terpaksa la aku rajin2 naik train ke Dublin. Not to mention that i will be &lt;strong&gt;living&lt;/strong&gt; there come January! argh, but hopefully we will find a place in Dun Laoghaire, a breath of fresh air from all the city madness. It's situated abt 45 minutes outside Dublin City, in the eastcoast, and it's lovely. apartment2 dia , the beachfront ones, fuh! lawa2..i can't imagine how expensive the rents are. but it'd be nice if we get &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; place there, coz i can just imagine u guys coming over for some weekend, picnic2 kat tepi laot...emmm bestnya!!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, nak recommend citer Children of Men kat sapa2 yg blom tgk. It's really, really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115918464818912175?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115918464818912175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115918464818912175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192295824327754795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115893306717362471</id><published>2006-09-22T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T04:59:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari yang kepam</title><content type='html'>nampaknyer dah 4 minggu aku jadi budak final med secara resmi-nyer. Seriously, dalam banyak banyak tahun , aku rasalah tahun nie adalah tahun yang paling aku tak mahu balik ( ke sini, as in ireland) , iyerlah pertama-tamanyer sebab aku balik dari malaysia kali ini , aku dah final med, bukan macam tahun tahun lain, tak payah stadi, only few weeks before exam baru stadi, aka tahun lepas , masa aku 4th med, akhir bulan April ker baru jadi 4th med ( sebelum tuh , full time socialite). Tahun ini macam kene stadi tiap tiap hari ker. Other reasons include the absence of a few significant people, which includes my twin/full time cook/&lt;strong&gt;tukang paksa aku makan.&lt;/strong&gt; Not forgeting my dearest female driver/chaperone/&lt;strong&gt;tukang ajak aku minum kopi petang-petang pon&lt;/strong&gt; dah takdak&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; On top of that mak angkat aku pon dah jadi career women kerja kat &lt;strong&gt;Mallow/CUH, &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;kakak-kakak angkat&lt;/strong&gt; aku pulak sorang dah lari/kahwin dgn mat-saleh/ &lt;strong&gt;surfer dude&lt;/strong&gt;, and not forgetting pulak certain people who over the summer , senyap-senyap got pregnant. ( HUh penatlah aku pikir apernyerlah 'hyperememisis' tuh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stakat nie dah about 4 weeks in my surgical rotation in the South, i would have to say that it isn't as bad as i taught it would be. The only difference is that the days are long, and you look stupid kalau tak boleh define Mcburney's point. Barulah aku tau rupa-rupanya mc burneys point and sign are actually two different things.........wakakakakakkaka........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well aniway, skrang nie aku boring giler,and aku kat library kepam kat South nie, tadi aku baru jer tutorial dengan Dr. Ezat/ Reg kat A+E itu pasal seorang minah yang masuk sebab TUQ pain radiating to the back of abt hmm 4 days duration assoc with jaundice, nausea no vomiting , occuring on the background of a lap chole done few weeks ago. Yang pelik nyer minah nie had all the risk factors yang aku pernah jumper. She was soooooooo Funny , but a good historian lah.....let me see, she had, Rhuematoids, hyperchols, hypertension, DM TYPE 1 (dx 6 weeks ago), hx of pancreatitis , and she even had schizo and at the sametime parkinsons....kesiankan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that , aku pergi cari hx, tapi sedihnyer takder pts , almaklumlah hospital kecik, kesian intern inter n yang terpaksa layan aku , depa mcm serba salah sebab tak dak pts. SO skrang nie aku tgh lepak kat library nie, entah nak buat aper, baca buku cam malas, hmm maybe i should look at a few x-rays. Semalam ader tutorial pasal ECG dgn interns , so okaylah , not bad, stakat rate and rtym tuh buleh aku identify, And Q wave abN as well as Non q wave Mi bulehlah aku cari. lain lain urs truly bebenorlah cluless. Hmmm, malam nie aku makan makanan Sri = TERIMA KASIHlah kat sri sebab bungkus arituh nyer makanan, tak payah aku masak ( read: final med studentkan sibuk , yeah right!) wekeekekekeke. Makanan yang ko bagi cukuplah utk aku for about 3 to 4 days. PAstuh semalam pawi ader bagi aku asam pedas sket , and aku aderlah goreng ayam/telur and masak nasi extra sket, so kire masaklah tuhkan, wekekekekeke. Mungkin esoklah aku masak kot , wekekekekek, skrang nie budak budak lain tengah makan lunch, jap lagi aku ader tutorial dengan reg, and then tutorial lagi, cet penat kot gak arini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa tiap kali aku kuar dari SI nie, teringin sangat jumpe orang melayu, nie kuar jer dari SI terus balik rumah and jumpe Kumar and Clark ( cewah). Tu-leh tapi di sebabkan aku nie ke&lt;strong&gt;ne/terpaksa/terpaksa-memaksa diri utk belajar&lt;/strong&gt; haruslah aku duk kat dalam rumah, paling kurang mengadu domba dgn paan , present history dengan mamat tuh, untung2 dapat tutorial pendek. Haahahaha , kepada siti , turn ko akan tibe, present hx over the fon mlm2. Sri/Abe pon , ko jagalah bile aku rotation medicine/paeds nti. wakakakakakakaka!. Insyallah, kalu disebut &lt;strong&gt;40 kali , aku surgery dah honors, hmmm obgyn dah honors, medicine dah honors, paeds pon honors,, insyalah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wkakakakakakakakakakakakakakka ( ketawe yang teramat sangat EVEL)!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well , wokeylah , nanti aku tulis lagi, nak gi tutorial nie, chow-miow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115893306717362471?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115893306717362471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115893306717362471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/hari-yang-kepam.html' title='hari yang kepam'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115868167417781078</id><published>2006-09-19T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:01:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenching Nightsweats</title><content type='html'>Hehe...U guys must be wondering about the title huh? I've caught fever for the past 2 days...Last nite, I thought I was dreaming but I was actually literally dripping with sweat. It felt like I was sleeping in a sauna room or something! It's really horrible having to get up from the sick-bed just to go to the student's clinic to obtain an mc. It's med.cert this time around and not master of ceremony anymore. i think the fever was from the dental treatment I undergone 3 days ago. Just for a simple dental filling. Did a dental impression too for a double-crown. Never realized that 4 years of capital institutionalization in Ireland had caused this much harm to my oral health. They're gonna pull out the unerupted canine tooth as well and make me wear braces! God help me! Now, I'm really not gonna look like my real biological age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...I was quite surprised to see our latest entry from our beloved Leia. Very much anticipated and long-awaited indeed! It was actually(believe it or not) my first time ever, reading her beautiful English literature capabilities. It really sounded like one of those paragraphs that comes out from novels. You should write one too Leia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comelnye Natrah!!! So cute! Uncle Syaz tak dapat nak cium...jauh sangat. Thanks to Paan for posting the debut photo of Natrah in the blog. Can't help thinking that i've been spending  quite a lot of time with Seri during her 9 months of pregnancy with Natrah and unfortunately could only spend a few days of her arrival in this world before my departure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after my eventful drenching nitesweats, SitiK called. So sorry Siti, was not in my best-self...was not mentally competent. InsyaAllah, the first horrendous trimester will be over...plenty of rest and food too ok? Wish that I could be there to cook you anything you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah...today i was quite busy. Ema called earlier. Felt so appreciated today:) Thank you everybody. Keep it up.  By the way, she was complaning of you, MAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS!MAS!MAS!WHERE ARE YOU MAS!DAH MAKAN BELUM MAS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pen-off now. Getting sleepy now. Take care everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115868167417781078?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115868167417781078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115868167417781078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/drenching-nightsweats.html' title='Drenching Nightsweats'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115861855987260916</id><published>2006-09-18T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:23:20.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I practically never submitted an entry in the blog, did i? pure laziness, i suppose. Am currently bored out of my skull and thought i might as well bore u guys with my latest endeavours before i get under my sheets and lull off to dreamland. Oh before that i'd like to say to Syaz tersayang, i havent forgotten u sweetie, but u know how lousy i am in keeping in touch! Honza and i will give u a ring over the weekend 'kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/190/1600/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1565/190/320/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letsee...what to talk about... maybe my trip to my husband's hometown? not my first, been there twice before we were married, met his parents, but never as his &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt;, which, let me tell u, makes a huge difference in my self-confidence!&lt;br /&gt;So, off to Brno, Czech Republic i went on the week before last. The weather was a stark difference to almost-autumn ireland. The sun was still shining in its glory, the temp was still in the high 20's. Stayed at Panda's, in H's old room when he was living with Panda. We visited my mom-in-law almost everyday, which was nice, honestly! hehe, cuz- even though i still can't have a full decent conversation with her without using H as an interpreter- i feel so much more familiar and comfortable with her presence now. It's also my first time meeting H's youngest bro Tomas, who's really nice but kinda on the quiet side and obviously the apple of his brother's eyes!&lt;br /&gt;One thing i regret is not taking pictures at Bohutice(pronounced bow-hoo-tchit-say, wpuld u believe it). it's H's dad hometown, out in the countryside, we went to what is considered the family's summer house now, but was actually the home of H's late paternal grandparents. the house has such a unique design which i like, but could use some sprucing up. There is a huge land in the back with nectarine, pear and apple trees (the apples are abundant and absolutely delicious!) and also grapevines (the grapes are divine too!) crawling across the fences. There is a small patch of land with tomatoes and peppers grown too. i kept thinking of Syaz and Sri and how they would absolutely enjoy this place. H and Tom did some manly job of cutting the grass in the land hehe, while i went round lazily barefoot plucking apples and grapes into a basket( well to be honest, half of my workload ended up in my mouth). Then the boys did a bit of slacklining where at one point Tom had an unfortunate accident involving the slackline and his family jewels hehehehe....then we packed up and to the train back into the city.&lt;br /&gt;When H mentioned one night that we would be going to the pub to meet up with his friends, i groaned inwardly, as i imagine this noisy packed smoky irish-like pub.&lt;br /&gt;to my delightful surprise a pub here is almost like a cafe..well it probably is too coz they do serve coffee. and the coffee they serve here are truly gourmet, there r probably 6 different types of espresso!,and all priced under 2euros! We sat round a table under an umbrella outside the pub, and i got to know H's friends better than the last time i met them. &lt;br /&gt;we went to see H's dad one afternoon where i cooked lunch and we looked through old albums, as old as when H's dad was 5!&lt;br /&gt;On the last night of my trip to Brno, we went to a BBQ at on of H's friend's. They were so sweet to buy a brand new grill, the bbq was pork-free, and Panda grilled some fish for us which were perfect!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...i'd like to write more, but damn this is long! i need to sleep, so kore next time round!!! nitey nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115861855987260916?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115861855987260916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115861855987260916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-practically-never-submitted-entry-in.html' title=''/><author><name>leia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03192295824327754795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115862261800360997</id><published>2006-09-18T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:36:58.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nattie making her debut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at last it worked!!! this is the 5th times and perseverance do pay off at the end. well i bet lots of people been wondering when Natrah will make her photo debut in our blog. unlike her forever  infamous brother afiq who by the way had hundreds of pictures featured here she has none. i guess it's time for her to catch up. since her parents probably busy enough juggling their works and raising these 2 kids who i doubt having any extra time to spend in front of the computer so  i took the liberty to post up Nattie most recent photo taken only yesterday in the arms of her opah at the airport before she left for Malaysia. so those guys at home in particular here goes, Alynna Natrah.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC02993.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02993.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   ain't she a cutie!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115862261800360997?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115862261800360997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115862261800360997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/nattie-making-her-debut.html' title='Nattie making her debut!'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115859102171310440</id><published>2006-09-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:52:37.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn now i can't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                 It’s almost 3 am but my eyes are still wide open as if it were 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Probably the delayed caffeine effect from a cup of coffee I had earlier at Leia’s maybe about 5 hours ago. Perhaps I might have caught Ema’s insomnia bug. I couldn’t wait to get home on the way back from a weekend in Cork yet again just to be rushing to my bed, quite to my surprise I just couldn’t bring my eyes to sleep when I was home. So here I am, blogging, to tell you the truth I have no idea what I want to write at this very moment, nevertheless I just let my thought flowing without forcing too much looking for stuff to talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I did some work last week, finally for a change. I really liked it, the place, the bosses and the environment despite a little painful experience I encountered with one the colleagues. It amazed me how some people who I met throughout my 28 years of living had really terrible attitudes and temperaments that left me wishing how I would like to never meet these people in the first place and to never ever meet them in the future. Well I guess there always going to be people like this anywhere. I’m talking about people who are manipulative, dishonest, rude, inconsiderate and selfish. Those with virtues the complete opposite to these unfortunately always end up as the victims. Since it’s a team effort, the defects somehow blinded by the good outcomes owing to extra hard work by the good team members compensating the incompetent ones. How I loathe to this, the injustice and unfairness of it all. To our bosses’ eyes everything is in order. The baddies got away and still manage to get a job in the next job cycle. What else can I do? How I wish these people would just make a mistake and learn their lessons. I don’t want to get into any details as to what should happen to these people but just so you know I’m really bitter and really furious over this. To hell with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Anyway I managed to grab some perspectives after getting a little bit worked up over this matter. The week flew rather swiftly and next thing I know people were all being nice and saying goodbyes to me. That’s nice, ain’t got no complaint about that. At the same time I just realized this week in particular that how I miss my job. I keep giving out that I hate this profession I landed myself on but truth is when I asked myself what else would I like to do, I simply cannot find the answer. As to whether I’d be happy doing something else again who knows? Maybe I would or maybe I wouldn’t. Would I risk everything to find the answer to these questions, I don’t think I would be that courageous or have the guts to venture into something uncertain like that. Risky business indeed. Perhaps I have been so tuned into medicine since you know, 6 years of medical school and the subsequent 4 years into the job surrounded by no one else but medical colleagues I have become like institutionalized inmates for being in prison for too long that would have trouble even to imagine how their lives would be outside the walls. I guess I’m destined for this. I’m too far ahead to go back and kind of too late to start anew. Looks like I’m going to be here for quite some time and I’d better make the most of it. I just hope there’ll be light at the end of this really long tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;I came to Cork on last Saturday just passed, since Sri’s mom was leaving for home on Sunday I guess I’d better make an appearance after all I had been to the house one too often that I started to feel like she is apart of the gang and I can’t let her go home without saying goodbye. We had the usual feast on that night, the dishes were fantastic and although there were sushis and other Japanese cuisines on the menu it still the rice and ayam masak merah with kari kepala ikan I was after. Malay foods are the best!!!! Nothing much out of the ordinary happened over the next day, we went to the airport and Mahon Point after that. Whilst the others shopping, the Frantas, Mas and me went to watch The Night Listener at the movies. It was borderline between crap and just ok movie. I like Toni Collette and I always find her as such a good actress, she was good in this. I was hoping for something big for its finish but the end made the movie rather flat and bleak. Nonetheless the storyline was interesting. I came home later which was only a few hours ago. I’m feeling tired which is quite unusual for me considering the magnitude of the activities I’ve done over the past days, usually it takes more to make me feel beat like this but still I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’d better leave it here and hopefully not too long from now I would be dreaming like everyone else at this hour.&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/17734820-115859102171310440?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115859102171310440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115859102171310440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn-now-i-cant-sleep.html' title='damn now i can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115840008184844324</id><published>2006-09-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T02:54:43.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pakcik jual nasi lemak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bee hives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aqilah and the bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afiq in dingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;emma asked me to take this photo for paan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5236.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makan mangga at R&amp;R sungai perak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;veranda apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atas katil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;posing for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5127.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5127.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the grooms side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makan ikan pari bakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN5105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN5105.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the way to penang ( stop at R&amp;R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN4788.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN4788.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wasn't sure, was it a bomb or tersesat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSC02552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSC02552.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally emma made her way across london bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSC02513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSC02513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumpe Queeny&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/17734820-115840008184844324?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115840008184844324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115840008184844324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/gambar.html' title='Gambar'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115834950940131827</id><published>2006-09-15T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:45:09.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takleh tido....</title><content type='html'>assalamualaikum to all my beloved friends....!!&lt;br /&gt;wah shaz... hensem nampak..hehe almaklumlah..dah jadi org glamour mestilah kena maintain look..so amacam perkampungan statistik. hrp berjalan ngan lancar.&lt;br /&gt;....sorry to all sbb dah lama tak memblogkan diri. bukan sbb tanak tapi tak reti...&lt;br /&gt;well this time i think i have to start typing in this blog...iaitu...sbb tak leh nak tido (ini adalah masaalah normal 'kpd sesiapa yg tahu' hehehe) ..its like 3am and still i cant put my head off to bed yet.!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm now spending most of my time in HUKM. now abah has survived his Chemo which has been a great releif for all of us back home. this week gsf and next week insya allah harvest dan transplant. and i do hope it would turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;kat HUKM ramai sungguh dr . tapi semua dr kecik2 pakai lapcoat putih bersih. muka baik jek. kLu student tuh semua pegang buku. tebal lak tuh..&lt;br /&gt;....terasa pressure lak to start adapting with this kinda world. walaupun contented with all the bless being with ur family and having to be at ur home sweet home it does still feel empty without all of u guys around. and the loss of sharing every single minute of life with just a button phone key away.maklumlaaa kan dulu2 nak lepak2 borak2...share ketensionan...ke-happian call ajek. skrg nih terpaksalaa tahan2 dan jimat2.tambah2 tak start keje lagi.(lainlah kalau jadi 'siti nurhaliza the second'...kawin ngan datuk K...bnyk laaa duit kan!!hehehe call jer biler boleh!!!).anyhow day by day life has to go on....&lt;br /&gt;as ppl say ....great things in life never lasts forever...&lt;br /&gt;.....apa xvtv this weekend. seri ..mak kau dah nak balik mesia ker?? sure buat bye-bye party utk dia kan? apa menu?? hehe...nanti jgn lupa sampaikan salam kat makcik..nanti insya allah ema call. dgn syarat bagi laaa phone number.&lt;br /&gt;...by the way...kak toh sihat?? rindu gaklaaa kat terung belada dia. everythime gi pasar bila nampak terung teringat kak toh...kak toh=terung...hehehe significant gak menu dia nih..huh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;to paan..kejelah berpada2 kat mullingar ...jgn sampai tak mkn minum..!!&lt;br /&gt;to mas rajin2 belajr.&lt;br /&gt;to siti hope ur feeling better...&lt;br /&gt;to leia...jgn lupa maintain bdn...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;to kagee uncle...jomlaaa raya kat mesia&lt;br /&gt;to e ariri...carilaaa kucing baru pengganti bubble...&lt;br /&gt;oh yer ...since vodafone acc nih will stop end of this month...so this is my phone no in malaysia 019-9834240. rajin2 laaa tipon kalau ader masa...&lt;br /&gt;...... oklaaa semua...till we meet again... &lt;br /&gt; @ema@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115834950940131827?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115834950940131827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115834950940131827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/takleh-tido.html' title='takleh tido....'/><author><name>melur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945562334764849687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115823758074602441</id><published>2006-09-14T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T05:39:40.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Kube Keghie:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3221/1716/1600/abg%20syaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3221/1716/320/abg%20syaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it’s been a while since I last posted my entry in the blog. Been quite busy in Kubang Kerian. Starting today for 3 days, the university held campus’s expo-suppose to be the event of the year. Guess what? You guys are sooo not gonna believe this! I’m going to be the MC for the closing ceremony this Saturday. So nerve-wrecking! I thought at first, coming to USM, gonna keep a low-profile. Looked like it’s the other way around! I suppose, in a way, it’s good that I kept myself busy with activities. If not, I’ll just be lying down in my room, dreading my ill-luck, stranded in the middle of nowhere, with all my DEAR FRIENDS so far away…I MISS YOU GUYS SOOO MUCH!!!It’s killing me inside…don’t know when we’re gonna meet again? I wonder how Afiq and Natrah looks like now? Sri and her new busy career woman life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I heard Siti’s pregnant? Now that Syaz and Ema’s gone, she decided to get herself pregnant by Mosh! Haha!!!Sorry, just kiddingJ congratulations Siti and Mosh. So sad that I couldn’t be there when the time comes…now, we’ll just wait for leia’s turn..heheJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEIA!!!!how come news from you are so scarce? Practically non-existent…looks like marriage life really agrees with you girl! Keepin’ yourself busy? Last I heard, you’re in Chech Republic? Calling here and there waking people up with the latest update from Bikroy. Wow, Bikroy even called me! I was in Pasir Mas doing my community research project. Really busy, really scorching hot, sweating like mad, mental and physical exhaustion to tell you the truth! I’m the leader of my group. One group for a Mukim (Mukim Kubang Gatal haha!). one mukim has got 11 kampungs. Altogether, 900 houses. Gotta tag all houses, do random sampling of 120 houses and survey (questionnaire) each occupant in the houses.Aiyoo!!Can go crazy like this maa…We have to do 4 residencies in 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my sister’s (kakcik) birthday. Poor kakcik, everybody was too busy with catering. Nobody wished her happy birthday. Originally, I planned to return to Kajang, but couldn’t make it since I have all these responsibilities here. Will celebrate her birthday next week. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAKCIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAAN, why you didn’t call back laaa yesterday? Could only talk for 10 minutes with you. That’s out-of-this-world when it comes to chatting with paan. Sorry paan, the rehearsal took forever last nite, finished at 1 am!Aiyoo…my voice is hoarse already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm…I heard from Paan, Ema is in HUSM. Please send my regard to your lovely family ok Ema, if you’re reading this. Do call me if you have the time. Just to say hello. (well, it’s only normal that my friends has to call me because I have no credit, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS! MAS! MAS! What’s the news MAS? You must be so god damn busy now! Goin’ crazy? Not Yet? It’s ok..it will be over soon, then comes the real world for you. Then, I hope you won’t be too busy to keep in touch. My dear friend…study hard ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it’s raining outside! Haven’t showered yet, haven’t prayed yet. Gonna be late for opening ceremony of expo. Higher education minister’s gonna be the vvip. Aiyooo…you guys wouldn’t believe the lengthy protocols that’s needed to be followed for these army of vvip’s. I’m learning…I’m learning…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next…MISS YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115823758074602441?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115823758074602441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115823758074602441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/greetings-from-kube-keghie.html' title='Greetings from Kube Keghie:)'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115741267083464959</id><published>2006-09-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:48:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after london and another goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;             Yip, I finally managed to get my entry posted in this blog, I mean the London trip entry. You had no idea how painful it was when you typed everything and uploaded some pictures just to find out it all gone in a split second after you hit the publish entry icon due to some stupid server gone wacko again&lt;br /&gt;“that’s it! I had enough with this crap” so I said to myself and simply turn off the computer, sulking. It’s funny though that later that day I saw my computer sat on the bed in it’s off state and I had this feeling as if it called me to blog again. As usual not having any strong willpower I gave in and blogged again. Human, never learns the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          After coming back from London, to my beloved cassa and bed, how glad I was to finally be at home again. Nevertheless I missed the fun and the hectic moments we had. If London was alcohol I would’ve been ventilated in ICU for the worst DT. Yeah it was that bad. Not that I appreciate the calmness and silence after all the hustle and bustle Ema and Mas had caused, as well as London, the city that seem to never has its rest. I craved for company. Boy I swear I could hear voices in the house, ain’t a good sign at all. Thought I was going ga-ga but turned out it was my next door neighbour had a little party next door. Phew! What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Mas has gone back for the next 2 months at least and the fact that Ema would follow suit in a few weeks only this time she won’t be coming back made me realized how things would completely change. With the thought I decided it would be better for me to spend some time down in Cork besides I got no job lined up for me anyway. I came to Cork and stayed there for almost 10 days I think, the details a bit blurry to me. Felt like everyday was Sunday, I lodged at Uncle and Agee’s, E and Ariri’s, Abe and Sri’s as well as CT and Mosh’s houses, not in that order by the way. It was more fun as it turned out that E was on her a week break and so did CT the week after that. We got to spend time together and helped out Ema packed her stuff. Not that I helped a lot since she got everything covered according to her but as you probably have known, Ema. Something bound to happen. I was right, when we were in the movies to see Cars, the animated movie, she just realized that it was Wednesday and she had one more day left before all her stuff would be collected for shipping. All along she thought it was Tuesday and she hadn’t completely packed everything. Poor girl she didn’t go anywhere the next day tried to get things done and eventually she did with a little help from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC02904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weekend before that, we had Afiq’s second birthday celebration. This year his turning 2 was a bit earlier than usual owing to Ema’s departure the weekend after. Lia and Honza left on the same day as Ema for their wedding reception at home, another reason to push the party earlier while important people were still around. We had so many parties in the past months and this one was no different. Lots of foods and familiar faces and kids only this time there were too many kids around. Gosh they were everywhere, scared to move around with fear I might step over them. Well it wasn’t that bad at all but it was bad when they start crying. That was the time I was really, really glad that I have no kids of my own, don’t get me wrong I love kids but not so much when they were too many of them around and turn into these mischievous and can’t-stay-still-for –a- second kinda rascal creatures. nevertheless they were the essence of that party. The birthday boy was tired and sleepy when it came to blowing his candles, other kids were happy enough to take his place instead. During the presents opening later that afternoon, it seemed like the adults were more excited than afiq himself especially Lia J admit it! Well I too was excited probably for lack of this kinda stuff when I was a kid myself. the fact that afiq preferred The Incredibles DVD which was my gift by the way had made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         On the very same evening we threw a little farewell party for Ema, another surprise farewell party. Yeah she seemed surprised alright and I could see some tears welled from some eyes just that they weren’t mine. There were a lot of silence I noticed. I felt like it was yesterday we were at the very same spot preparing for our goodbyes to Syaz. This time another farewell to one person that fairly to say had been the centre in a lot of our conversations, not all of them bad most of them entertaining J as well as the glue that keep us together in most occasions. This is true as I feel after she left, Cork suddenly a little bare of fun. The thing is that the most lively persons to me in Cork were gone, yes they are Syaz and Ema. It was ironic how fate made them both leaving us in such a short time in between them that I felt like they left at the same time. I for once haven’t recovered from the first grieving and now I have another one waiting in line. Life can be really cruel sometime. Well that just me being selfish. Life goes on, we meet, we befriend, we laugh, we cry then we apart. A typical cycle in life, so I kept telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In exactly a week after that, pretty much the same faces as in the week befor&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC02884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e at the party came together at the airport to bid our farewell to Ema. Thankfully Lia and Honza were on the same plane as her which certainly helped the situation. At least she had company all the way home. Honestly it déjà vu all over again to me. I was sad, yes losing a close friend who isn’t? Besides this wasn’t the end of everything, with the advent of communication technology, we run out of excuses not to keep in touch unless of course you run out call credit or internet server is down. Watching them left made me anxious for my turn to step over the threshold to the departure lounge. What would I feel knowing that I have a one way ticket in my hand, after a decade of living my life away from home and now I’m coming back for good. It scary as it is exciting. New life, new beginning, gosh I can’t wait. Until then I hope the guys that preceded me found the better life than here and I can’t wait to meet them and hang out again like old times. &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/17734820-115741267083464959?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115741267083464959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115741267083464959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-london-and-another-goodbye.html' title='after london and another goodbye'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115712731454192930</id><published>2006-09-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:15:14.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si COMEL dah beranak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pengumuman.. kucing aku Si COmel dah beranak 30-Aug-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/DSCN5636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/DSCN5636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengoklah gambar sebelah ni... tension aku dia beranak dalam toilet kat bawah.... atas carpet pulak tu....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni citenya.... aku dah check tengok kat website yang kata kucing bunting 60 - 70 hari, so aku agak-agaklah maybe last week dia beranak. So aku preparelah tempat untuk dia beranak, 2 tempat laginya... siap dengan kotak, paper + kain gitu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastu Monday malam (29Aug) tu dia mcam tak keruan... aku biasalah still kat depan komputer then bini aku kat depan tv... tetiba je aku dengar macam bunyi anak kucing.... aku dah agak dah sah Comel beranak kat bawah ni... intai2 nasib baiklah tak beranak kat ruang tamu (memang tempat tu dia takut pun nak masuk)... tapi kat dalam toilet atas carpet... hishhhhhh!!!! geram gak aku, dah elok2 aku prepare tempat untuk dia... kat atas carpet gak dia beranak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang bestnya dalam pukul 1 pagi (30Aug), kitaorg nak naik tidur. Masa tu baru 2 ekor yang keluar... lama gak progress dia... first yang keluar tu dalam pukul 10 lebih kot... kitaorg bangun pagi esok nya tengok2 WOW ..... 7 ekor.... tak pernah aku tengok kucing beranak lebih dari 6 ekor... tapi 2 ekor tu dah keras (mampus...) so yang hidup just 5 ekor, then adalak 2 kantong yang dalam nya pun dah cukup sifat kitten (maybe yang tu tak develop ngan sempurna kot)... cuba korang kira kalau lah semua nya selamat hidup... 5 + 2+ 2 = 9 ekor.... dashyat nya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/DSCN5649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/DSCN5649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni gambar Comel beranak lagi kat dalam fotopages aku : &lt;a href="http://desaputra.fotopages.com/?entry=910506"&gt;http://desaputra.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tapi sape yang geli nak tengok kucing mampus baik tak yah tengok....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilah cite si COMEL aku.....&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/17734820-115712731454192930?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115712731454192930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115712731454192930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/09/si-comel-dah-beranak.html' title='Si COMEL dah beranak'/><author><name>Desaputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627404805961946223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115705841134069500</id><published>2006-08-31T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:06:51.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'BUBBLES' dalam kenangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Selamat Tinggal buat 'Bubbles'.... (2004 - 2006),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/DSCN3857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/DSCN3857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/DSCN3851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/DSCN3851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bukan apa.. terasalak nak letak ni, yelah time aku baru datang sini dulu banyak sangat aku dengar cite tang si bubbles ni.... yang buat Syaz menjerit... melompat.... teman buat korang tak boleh duduk diam.... calar sana, calar sini... Then yang penting ibu ke si Comel aku kat rumah ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115705841134069500?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115705841134069500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115705841134069500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/08/bubbles-dalam-kenangan.html' title='&apos;BUBBLES&apos; dalam kenangan'/><author><name>Desaputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627404805961946223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115696291443817743</id><published>2006-08-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:41:44.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" we're goin to london, to buy heat magazine" sing it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC02451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess it has been more than a month since I wrote anything in this blog, partially intended while the rest just being plain lazy. I thought by keeping myself rather silent others would feel compelled to jot something here as our past time reading while waiting for other webpage fully downloaded. It was quite a month I must say. I don’t know where to begin. I guess a little bit about my trip to London wouldn’t hurt. I know, I know you guys have heard it a thousand times before and from me alone but come on, it was a good trip. Well it started out when my passport need a renewal, actually it won’t expire until end of august but the thing is, I need to extend my permit by early july and I doubt the immigration would be happy to see my passport due to expire in a month, since I was warned last year for being a couple months late for the registration I need to get it done rather early this year or I would be in the deported list, might save me some money for the ticket. There it goes, I gotta renew my passport, hey we got our embassy here up in Dublin right? Guess what it takes up to 3 months for renewal of passport and it’s not even guaranteed it will get done within those periods, wouldn’t it better to say it may take indefinite length of time instead giving me some false hope I might get lucky it’s issued within 3 months? But I found out if I come to London the whole thing would take only 1 whole day provided I get there really early in the morning. Okay, the whole things got me confused, déjà vu all over again like in my add maths class with Miss Chong, jeez those geometry problem not really my strong point in maths! How come it takes at least 90 days longer for the passport done here in Dublin than it is in London while there is daily flights to London from a couple of different cities in Ireland which only takes an hour roughly, mind you there very few Malaysian in Ireland compared to the UK and the embassy office opens at 9 am till 1 pm. I just don’t get that. anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then as a result I decided to cross the channel to renew my passport, the very reason of this trip. Then some people would like to tag along to have some fun for that weekend, the idea was to get there on Saturday and along with having fun then on Monday I shall go to HiCom for my passport. That was even better!!! We all got excited and everyone seemed to want to go, I got more excited which means I got so close to becoming manic. At the end only 3 people were going including me. Yeah so much for the excitement. Anyway I joined ema and mas on Saturday which was a day after they got to London. I was home for less than 12 hours that Friday night since I drove back from Navan that evening and got to limerick around 10 pm. My flight was at 7 or maybe 8 am. I was pretty exhausted on that Saturday morning and how I wish I didn’t have to leave for London. My day couldn’t get any worse when I discovered my luggage didn't quite make it to the plane and was left behind in Shannon airport instead, after almost 45 minutes waiting by the baggage carousel like a weirdo, I always feel like that, when you were the only one standing next to the baggage reclaim and there is no more luggages on the belt or other people but you, I feel like I’m lonely and desperate in that situation, I know it sad or even pathetic but I can’t help it. For the record it wasn’t my idea to put the bag into the cargo in the first place, it was that clerk in check-in counter, she looked like her name could be orla or maybe aine or maybe mary, what I’m trying to say it, if you bumped into her in the daytime in flea market in Mersing or Bentong you know she’s irish.&lt;br /&gt;“why don’t you leave the bag in the cargo would be easier for you”&lt;br /&gt;easier my ass!! Thank god I got the important stuffs with me i.e my passport, tickets, phone and MP3 player. My wallet’s pretty much the resident of my back pocket, so not worried about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/CNV00040.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/CNV00040.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught up with the remaining team member in Bayswater tube station, went for a walk in Portobello market, boy! What a walk, I couldn’t see why these 2 guys got so excited about this place, looks like Oliver Plunkett street to me only longer, wider road and yes much much better looking people around. I guess I was a bit worried about my luggage, I got a bit cranky actually, felt like this was an omen for how bad this trip was going to be, kept telling myself I don’t believe in that kinda crap. The weather was so hot, that didn’t help either. things got so much better when we got to Nahar’s café. Finally, malay food and typical Malaysian style restaurant, sempoi but got some kicks! I was so happy, you know me and my Malay foods. suddenly I got this feeling that this gonna be such an awesome holiday. Indeed it was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t remember much about what we did for the rest of the day but I got my luggage that evening, it practically delivered straight to me as I was standing by the reception of the hotel we stayed in when this guy walked in towards me carrying a very familiar bag and that when I exclaimed that was my bag. Kinda embarrassing in hind sight really who cares I got my bag, the day finally picked up. Went to Mawar restaurant that night for dinner, at last I managed to set my foot in this place. There was another story about this restaurant, really funny but I’m not gonna tell it for the moment. It was full and there was a live performance by this talented singer who later I found out to be Art Fazil, singer songwriter I knew back in the years at home. Beautiful voice, good quite old malay songs delivered nicely with his style of singing while plucking his guitar. It was more than what I bargained for early at this trip. I enjoyed the night greatly. Later we went to see the lake house in Leicester square where the other two spent halftime of the show napping, luckily none of them snored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/CNV00165.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/CNV00165.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went touring around London, we even took the touring bus. I was too tired in the middle of it but Mas practically dragged us to finish the tour. He insisted on going to this church which I couldn’t even remember the name of it for a couple of pictures outside the place. I had fun though especially when walking along Thames river, stopped by for coffee along the way. Enjoyed every second of it and we were so loud and laughed all the time, giggling like a couple of stoned tourists, stoned asian tourists. Sang our theme song taken from Heat magazine commercial&lt;br /&gt;“we’re going to London to buy heat magazine!”&lt;br /&gt;we were like crazy but fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Melati restaurant, another place serving a mixture of Indonesian and Malaysian cuisines somewhere near Leicester square. It was quite a search, stopped by an internet café and we got the map on how to get there. Boy it was worth it, we were famish. We ordered a number of dishes and told by the waitress that it would be more than enough for the 3 of us, she practically advised us not to order anymore dishes. That’s embarrassing, I kept thinking I should’ve just ordered that sambal goreng with tempe regardless what she thought about us, hell we paid every penny of it. The waitress couldn’t be more wrong as we ate every single dishes clean. Nothing but empty plates on the table at the end. I told you guys we were starving. Excellent foods I must say. So we went back to the hotel and fell asleep right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally came Monday, gotta do what I was here for, managed to get to the immigration office quite early in the morning. Even then I had to wait for about 2 hours before called in to the counter, not complaining since sick people have to wait even much longer than that at the hospital before being seen. Nothing much happened from the whole process nevertheless the reception at the front counter was somewhat unwelcoming to certain people. We had to be sorted at the front counter according to whatever immigration business that brought us there. It struck me though that there weren’t any posted instructions or at least signs for us once we got there, the only thing was a small triangular folded worn yellow manila card on the desk that faced slightly towards the officer’s direction with this written on it&lt;br /&gt;“ sila daftarkan nama anda dalam buku pendaftaran”&lt;br /&gt;in MALAY, didn’t remember if there was any arrow on that card pointed to the book which lying wide open on the desk. Okay I did as it said while scanning around for anymore instructions, none. Apparently once you step in to the office, register your name and details including your id number with address then sit down until your name is called, then the officer will deal with you accordingly and issued your turn number. At last I grasped the concept. The officer was a lady about at her late 40’s who was very nice to me, soft spoken and talked even gentler to me once found out about my profession. Ok I can live with that and everything basically done in less than 5 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC02931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;min, filled in the form she gave me and handed it back to her, gave me my number while going through the checklists. I got everything ready so I was asked to sit down waiting for my turn to be called. Ema and Mas preferred to wait outside in the hall, there was a small room right across the office which located at the basement of the embassy building that was converted into a small canteen. Ready cooked meal for breakfast were sold here I mean malay breakfast meal they even have teh tarik! Imagine. They wanted to wait for me before getting some breakfast little they knew it wouldn’t be until 2 hours later. Since it took quite a wait, those 2 guys decided to stay in the waiting room, the same room as the front desk officer lady. Once I finished the whole thing, met them outside looking irritated and annoyed, I knew it, they were hungry and the long wait definitely didn’t help. Turned out that they were so pissed off at the counter lady, apparently she was so obnoxious to people after I left, gave out and easily got worked up when people kept asking her questions. I didn’t blame them, there were nothing to guide or tell them what to do, no there was one, yup but in malay language and in 20 x10 cm manilla card that wasn’t even put to face towards the waiting people. How many non-malays can speak fluent malay these days especially here in the UK? Come on be practical and I don’t think only Malaysians come to deal with them at this office, they need to make it clear to visitors if they don’t want to get disturbed while dealing with others and subsequently get all annoyed and start yelling to everyone. It was not fair, not all professional as well as embarrassing to our country. The lady literally gave out and rude to those unfortunate people and had the nerve to complain loudly that these people were inconsiderate. I’m sure she lives in the UK long enough to notice how friendly and professional people can be when dealing at the counter. What I was trying to say is that I was glad that Honza wasn’t there to witness such an embarrassment to our country which by the way allegedly enriched with gentleness and politeness as part of our culture. Anyway, we had our rather pricey nasi lemak and off we went to London Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became a bit cloudy when we got to London Eye, a little bit of drizzle which later died out once we were airborne in one of those shuttles. The whole ride took like 40 minutes, thank god there were 3 of us otherwise it would’ve been&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC02609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/200/DSC02609.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of the most boring rides ever, yeah it was all excited when you were about to get into the capsule but it got old pretty soon after the wheel started to turn. There’s nothing much else different to see after the first 10 minutes so we kept ourselves busy with taking our pictures, boy busy we were then as if no one else were inside the shuttle but us. Was fun anyway then we parted ways as I had to collect my passport later that evening while Ema on the way back to Cork. Mas came with her to the train station en route to Standsted for her flight. Mas and I later met up in Leicester square, we bought tickets to see some West End shows. Considering how late we were at the time we settled with a musical inspired by Queens songs – we will rock you. Indeed it rocked me very well! Great show and I had great fun, enjoyed every minute of it, boy they were talented! I left with queens songs kept playing over and over in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was our last day here, Mas and I had flights to catch to our separate destinations later that evening, home as in Malaysia for Mas (lucky bastard!) and home as in Limerick for me. We took the tube to Museum of Natural History and spent the morning there, nice place to go and learn too hahahah, well I liked it, from dinosours to mammals, from human physiology including reproductive systems (always an interesting subject I might add) to halides and meteorites. Great place to bring along your kids. Right after that we had our lunch in Nahar’s again and off to the airport. By 7 pm I left Mas on his own wondering for another few hours before his flight home in his selipar jepun!!! So that was it, the trip was definitely one that hard to get over with and certainly an unforgettable one. It was pleasure and business very well mixed c'ya know whak a mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115696291443817743?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115696291443817743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115696291443817743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-goin-to-london-to-buy-heat.html' title='&quot; we&apos;re goin to london, to buy heat magazine&quot; sing it!!'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115659688753732360</id><published>2006-08-26T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T05:54:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cork</title><content type='html'>ARGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aku sooooooooooooo tak sangka aku dah balik!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEUWWWWWWW!!!! aku dah balik!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously aku soooo-lah punyer tak sangka aku dah balik semula ke cork. Two months aku kat malaysia rasa cam tak puas!!!. Time flies really REALLY fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam aku sampai dalam pukul 130 pagi kot kat rumah, flight delayed twice! Satu kat KL and satulagi kat LHR. Aku sampai nak muntah muntah darah duk dalam kapal terbang, dahlah makanan sikit, pastuh tak sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time aku naik kapal terbang Mas aku tak rasa sangat yang aku nak balik ke ireland. Tapi time aku masuk jer terminal 1, tempat tunggu right before naik aer lingus, terus aku rasa loya-loya nak muntah. BARU Aku sedar rupa2nyer aku dah nak ke cork. The sight of mamat-mamat and minah irish yang bukan sahaja obes tetapi  separa terbakar dan kelihatan seperti udang galah terus buat aku rasa nak pitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik jer kapal terbang aerlingus, aku dah rase lemah lemah lutut, bile tengok pramugari irish yang macam tak mandi 3 hari. Berbeza dengan pramugari MAS yang muda-muda , body still solid serta kemas dan professional, aerlingus nyer pramugari macam nurse kat south infirmary or CUH. At least MAS nyer pramugari reti jugaklah nak minyakkan rambut, nie aerlingus-nyer macam akak-akak joyah kat pasar besar melaka. and one thing aku sedar pramugari aerlingus sume macam mak-mak-kan? ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!! PENING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasib aku tak berhenti situ sahaja bile naik jer teksi, OMG, pakcik tuh nye slang, sangatlah west-cork, dia pulak ajak berborak, terpaksalah-layan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai rumah , terus aku collapse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115659688753732360?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115659688753732360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115659688753732360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/08/cork.html' title='cork'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115609448856945216</id><published>2006-08-20T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:21:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home....</title><content type='html'>a'kum semua....&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnyer aku tak laaa reti sgt nak tulis dlm blog nih...biasalaaa kan ...EMA...(bab-bab tulis ni lemah sket...tapi kalau bercakap oklaaa sket)..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;kini dah seminggu lebih dok kat mesia ...selamat laaaa sampai ke tanah air FOR GOOD..yg selama lama nih hanya sebutan kini mimpi telah menjadi kenyataan ...hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;rasa peliklaaa gak memula kat KLIA.jumpa ramai giler org rambut itam..yg pompuan lak pakai tudung semua...yg cina rambut perang2 karat...masuk toilet jumpa makcik2 india cuci lantai...waaaa...mmg aku dah kat mesia....!!&lt;br /&gt;home (but not yet so sweet) home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115609448856945216?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115609448856945216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115609448856945216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home....'/><author><name>melur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945562334764849687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115518001555953074</id><published>2006-08-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:20:15.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Tuah Jaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been ages since I last posted anything kat dalam blog nie, finally after about a month kat mesia nie, aku berhasrat semula untuk memblogkan kisah hidup aku nie. Well anyways , been  bout a month kat sinie hasn’t done any good to my figure,  ‘ranting’ pokok still I am, and obviously the wash –board abs are still there ( self-praise). Well anyways , tadi pagi aku pergilah ke sebuah kedai roti canai , close to the the General Hospital for breakfast, makan roti canailah kata kan ( very emma, I KNOW) , since it was morning, jadinyer tempat tuh penuh lah dengan kaki-tangan hospital, bukan saja doctor, malah nurse-nurse, student2 nursing , serta pesakit-pesakit disamping juga dengan mereka-mereka yang bukan kaki-tangan hospital seperti aku nie ( aka saje nak menyebuk) . I was in the shop about 800am , lepas antar adik aku ke sekolah. And by that time matahari dah obviously pancar-memancarlahkan, PEOPLE , yes ITS Hot!!!! While eating at the shop, your truly obviouslylah scanning mengscanninglahkan, manelah tau ada yang kenal ( by the way, I was with my mom). But what struck me was the blatant ignorance of these doctors and medical students regarding hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakaka, habis-lah aku , belum ape-ape dah kutuk doctor kat mesia. WeLL anyways , let me continue on. It was 830am in the morning,  at a warung about 2 KM away from the hospital, on a hot morning and these people were brandishing their stethoscopes like it was their handphones. What I tak paham is why on earth would they want to bawak the stethoscope masuk kedai , and then ending by putting in on the table (yang semestinyerlah PENUH dengan god knows what type of bacterias!). On top of that, there was a few medical students, yang lagi best, masuk kedai tuh siap pakai lab coat lagi!!!! People , seriouslylah nasib baik yours truly was in control of myself ( read: well sedated with one roti canai and bowl of hot lontong!!!) , kalau aku lepas, mesti ketawa macam kena sawan babi hutan ( spasm-like laugh) , paling tidak pun hypermesis gravidarum terus kena ketidakseimbangan elektrolit ( trying to use Malays words). Well anyway,  I tried to be as positive as possible in order to NOT make any wrong judgments, tapi tak boleh, dalam hati ini, adalah jugak perasaan marahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Untuk pengentahuan you all , aku tulis blog nie berperingkat2,  bukan dalam satu hari aku tulis bende nie. Anyway, kena-kena hari ini adalah Befday Syaz, so happy beday syaz. Mungkin time ko bace bende nie dah few days, may be few weeks after ko nyer befday, wakakakakka, sorrylah tak dapat nak buat surprise. Tapi tak per, nanti bile kiteorg ke Penang, nanti ko akan tau, itulah plannye. Dun worry, mungkin ko ingat aku tak ingat ko nyer befday, tapi aku ingat, saje jer nak buat2 tak ingat , so that lagi dramaticlah suprisenyer nanti………wakakakakakakA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that, on the other hand , on the way balik, sambil bawak kete, I was intrigued by a HUGE , and people by this I do mean HUGE sign welcoming drivers to HANG TUAH JAYA. Little did I know that the area I was living in , which was previously known as bukit baru has had a name change. As a whole it might be really-really a trivial thing. Tapi the sole reason that it irritate me was the HANG TUAH had a “JAYA” at the end of it. Of all names, dalam dunia ni they had to put a JAYA at the end, seriously speaking , at that moment , I felt like driving the car straight into the sign, bagi roboh, pecah ranap , hancus!!! Sib baiklah aku bawak kereta proton time tuh , a bit of risk assessment at that moment prevented me from doing so. Tak mahu lah aku masuk surat khabar the next day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine “ Student drives car into Hang Tuah Jaya Sign in a fit of Rage”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in the middle of the article ,”…….ironically students name is also Jaya,’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu-lah jugakkan , well at least that is so much better then kene langgar dengar lori sampah kan……muahahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak paham kenape-lah  orang Malaysia nie seem , to be soooooooooooooo-lah interested dengan the name “Jaya”, it seems to be soooooo IN nowadays. I remember those days when Jaya seemed to be a very exclusive name (wekekekeke) , tetibe dah jadi tak exclusive dah. First there was Petaling Jaya, then Subang, Kelana, Damansara, Selayang Jaya’s . Suddenly after Putra  and Cyber had Jaya attached to back of its names, sume rang berlumbe untuk menggunakan nama Jaya ini. Can you imagine , in 10 years time where everything will be known as Jaya. ARGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! Imagine, Hang Li Po Jaya, Bentong Jaya or may be even Sungai Putat Jaya. Next you’ll get a wave of children being named with Jaya, almaklumlah , supaya berjaya kelak. You’ll get names like Sri Jaya , Emma Jaya, Shaz Jaya’s around. Again: argggggggggg!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that trivial stuff, tak kemane, namun nasihat aku kepada mereka mereka yang ingin mengunakan nama jaya bagi anak-anak mereka, think first! …..wekekkekekekekekekek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakaka , well as you guys should know aku skrang tengah buat elektif, and baru habes  2 weeks of ONG ( that’s  what they call here). Imagine talking to the pengurus sumber manusia of the hospital telling to go to the ONG department on the first day of my elektif. Nasib baiklah aku nie baik , tapi dalam hati nie nak termuntah-muntah aku ketawa, it went something like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengurus sumber manusia : “okay, adik nak buat ONG yek”&lt;br /&gt;ME : yes, kak , nak buat obs and gyni&lt;br /&gt;PSM : oh, sebelum ni kat sane ada buat ONG yek”&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes kak, dah buat , about 2 weeks obs and gynie’&lt;br /&gt;PSM : okay, nanti akak call Head of deparment ONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mula-mula aku comfius lah jugak , wat the bloody hell was “ong”. Yang aku tau , Ong tuh name orang chinalah, tapi barulah aku paham yang ong tuh rupanya short for obs and gynae. WAKAKAKAKAKKAKA, jahat lah aku nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways , my rotation was intresting, firstday aku dah banyak keje, almaklumlah, aku kat labor room. Tapi as a whole I was quite impressed with the whole facility, I must say that its almost in par or maybe better than the ones in Ireland, or Cork for that matter. May be because the hospital was a new hospital. Well anyway, LR Kat Malacca GH occupies like one whole wing. BEsar jugaklah! Attached to the LR was the OT maternity. The LR had 16 rooms. Before the LR the patients would daftar diri at the counter and to to the CDS for admissions and checkup before being let into the LR. Kalau cx tak cukup ripe , masuk ward dulu. Well anyways, in between my two weeks aku buat ONG, BANYAK JUGAKlah aku belajar! People can you imagine, 16 rooms kat LR tuh sorang HO and MO  jer yang jaga. CDS lak , sorang jugak HO yang jaga , and sorang lagi HO stanby for OTM. So kalau hari yang sibuk like Mondays  and Thursdays, bile ada antenatal clinic, kesian jugaklah HO sorang tuh yang jaga CDs. And bare in mind that patients yang dating ke LR bukan saja dari clinic GH , but also dari poliklinik,klinik swasta, hospital swasta, rumah, kampong, serta bomoh2 cabuk yang tak reti buat keje.. There were days in which the HO had to call back ups dari medical and other department to do the admissions sebab patient banyak. Aku ingatkan aku buat elektif nie macam cuti, mahulah, dari 830am sampailah ke about 530-630 aku ‘keje’. PENAT!Tuh pon HO siap ajak oncall lagi.  The MO baik , suruh aku jaga 8 of the 16 LR , and 8 lagi HO  jage. Hmm I bet nothing new to your guys anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES people, now I know how it feels to WORK!!!!!! UWAAAAAA! Alkisahlah aku kene buat admissions , amik darah, bloods, amik consent laki untuk c sections , buat VE toksah cakaplah. Barulah aku tau nak buat VE nie kena ader kekuatan pada biceps jugaklah. On the first week , abes sakit-sakit jari and biceps aku coz buat VE and ARM. Tak masuk lagi inbetween nak r/v patients and anak lagi apa. On one of the days depa suruh aku buat epi’s, like banyak sangat sebab nurses tak de, kursus, sampai nak pecah belakang aku!. On top of that abes suara aku yang lunak nie pecah akibat menjerit-jerit nak suruh the moms teran. On the first day sempat lagilah aku cover-cover buat suara macho konon while conducting the births, tapi after few days tak larat lagi aku nak cover cover macho. Being blessed with vocal cords that could give parrots a race for their money,abes lah satu LR buleh dengar suara aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine saying the same thing this  like 50 times perday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKAK, TERRRRANNN KAK!&lt;br /&gt;AKAK , jangan teram kat muka kak, TERAN kat perut&lt;br /&gt;AKAk, teram macam nak BERAK&lt;br /&gt;Aiiya, Amoi, Lu teran salah OO, TERAM macam mau PANGSAI ( berak in Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;AKAK Sikit LAGI, kuat semangat , bile sakit TERRANNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;AKAK cepat Terannnn, saya nak kena Buasir dah nie suruh akak Teran….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again nothing new I bet….especially 4 you siti, now I know kenape kau salu letih siti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I even said something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AKAK, ishhhh! Jangan buat susah keje saya , teran sajalah akak”&lt;br /&gt;Sister kat sebelah aku was like, wah garang jugaklah doctor nie , tapi takper bagus, cam gitulah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----dalam hati  (I was like, wah garang  jugaklah aku nie , macam MO pulak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: by the way, the nurses at the LR call me Dr, walaupun aku dah ckp berkali2 aku bukan Dr. TAPI STUDENT. Alasan depa , senang nak panggil . aku pun ape lagilah katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I must say that all and all I did enjoy the chaotic-ness of the LR.  Especially when you have HO , MO and  nurses yang sekepala , abes pecah satu labor room ketawa sampai pecah perut. Alkisahnya, yours truly pon banyaklah jugak peminatkan , esp dikalangan nurse2, ada yang nak buat anak angkatlah, ada yang nak buat menantulah, rimas –rimas kenkadang. Tapi obviouslylah , kedudukan aku digunakan dengan sepenuhnya, supaya tiap-tiap kali  lunch, aku makan free! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, I must say that the London experience is still fresh in my mind , sampai tak nak mengaku orang CORK ( read: Cark). Had sooooooo much fun in London. I dunno whether we were the ones who were not ready to embrace London, or was London not ready to embrace 2.5 malays ( yours truly still insists that I’m part Ozzy , and a part Nippon)  who were yaking like mad cows up and down the tubes. We were laughing our hearts out, sampai nak terspasm-spasm dibuatnya. Sakit perut dibuatnya. Di sebebkan pengalaman terlalu banyak, aku malas nak tulis, I bet emma and paan dah cite abes kat korang. So no pointlah aku nak cite balik. I bet same je. All in all I must say that lagu tema trip ‘We’re goin to londonnn, to buy Heat magazine’ still ader dalam pale otak aku. Not to forget Emma’s craze for  Blue Eye and the Topman experience ( imagine pakai baju cabuk Dunnes stores  jer pegi topman London, malu aku). AND Ya not to forget, Amazing Race cari kedai makanan melayu. Among the first few words paan uttered after touch down in London, was “ JOM Makan nak”. I must say walaupun kurang memahami serta kurang buleh appreciate the INTENSE craving for Malay food, aku bernasib baik, as my limited knowledge in psychiatry prepared me both &lt;strong&gt;physically&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; emotionally&lt;/strong&gt; to come face to face with of paan’s episodes/attacks. ( hahahaha! Remember pusing Leicester Sq all the way to convent gardens looking for Melati?, siap masuk internet lagi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okaylah, people that’s all for today, nanti aku update lagi yek………&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115518001555953074?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115518001555953074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115518001555953074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/08/hang-tuah-jaya.html' title='Hang Tuah Jaya'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115304914606289906</id><published>2006-07-16T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:25:46.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feels good to be home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was so happy when i saw the top of my apartment building from afar the other day on the way back from navan. been away for 2 weeks almost brought tears to my eyes when i stepped into apartment door, i mean i was just grateful to be here again, i don't know why i feel such melodramatic emotion. arghhh......first thing i do was lay down on my beloved couch and stretched my legs, felt so good after 3 hours behind the wheel. turned on the tv and just left it on while i fell asleep. i finally home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there is so many things i have to now that i'm back. no more procrastination, but i can't help it. hate the thought of i wasn't here for some time, went out making a little money to live and i deserve some time off to chill out. the excuse seems justified and i fell for it everytime. like right now i should be cleaning my apartment and do my laundry etc. instead here i am blogging. i'm so lazy and have no will power against myself. ok now i'm being too hard on myself. ok i think i have one more lazy and non-productive day, by tomorrow everything HAVE to be running at full speed!!!! yes that's the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nothing much happening in the recent weeks. i was working, working and i guess working some more. it was good and i enjoyed it for once. guess the new crowd in this hospital are more enthusiastic, fun and laid back i must say. good to be around them. going back there again is definitely on the card if they need me. hopefully it stays that way. i came across quite good cases actually in such short period of time. one in particular was this really nice lady. she is in her 80's but a really good 80ish year old lady, hard to come by someone better than her for her age. she had low rectal cancer, unfortunately for her it has gone into some other part of her body. she had radiotherapy as a palliative measure. she is so nice when you speak to her, really frail looking and i feel sorry for her. i've seen fair enough number of patients whose life were about to end but this one just blew me away. at a round one day we asked her what can we do for her, she said very politely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" i'd be happy if i could get my glasses so i can read again, haven't read for a while coz i can't see the writings" that was unexpected, and it moved me. this lady is dying and she wanted to read. there's nothing more that we could do for her, it saddened me all of a sudden. later i made sure she got her glasses, turned out she has cataract in both eyes which has gotten worse in this year, she ought to get those operated on a few weeks ago but now she is not fit for any surgery. this poor lady could't get her wish in the end. i was crushed wish i could do more.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i thought by now that i've worked and seen so many adversity and misfortune on people you feel immune to it. of course we sympathize and empathize those unfortunate souls. i guess there'll be couple odd ones out that would touch you and move you deeply along the way and it reminds you how vulnerable and unpredictable humans lives are, then it occured to me what future holds for me and what is waiting for me down the road. we are so, so weak and we can only do so much despite our hi-tech medical advances and knowledge, after that we just hope and pray for the best. unknowingly this is what i was taught as a child the concept of faith in destiny or the qada' &amp;amp; qadar. that we have the free will to steer our lives in any way that we want but eventually it's up to this force whether we got there or otherwise - a.k.a god will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115304914606289906?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115304914606289906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115304914606289906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/07/feels-good-to-be-home.html' title='feels good to be home'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115293429268157432</id><published>2006-07-14T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:31:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Salam to everybody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guess where I am right now? Yela...tentula kat office mak tolong buat catering. This is the only opportunity that I have to curi2 duduk and type out a little bit of wutever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last nite, Syaz, My big bro Tio, lil sis kakak,lil sis kakcik and lil bro Mil we all went to umah kakak Lin di hulu langat tu. Pehhh...jauh di hujung kampung! Mak dan ayah tak larat nak pegi sebab penat semalam tak tidur tunggu Syaz di stesen bas sampai 4 jam pastu buat catering plak tu! So, kitorang adik-beradik jela berkumpul( campur ngan anak2 kakak dan Lin)Riuh-rendah gakla umah Lin tu. Mula2 Syaz yg nak masak ngan kakcik, pastu berlaku kitchen takeover la plak oleh abang Syaz si Tio tu! Syaz duduk kat luar makan durian. Rumah kakak Lin banyak buah2an. best! Tapi lepas tu terus selsema. bersin tak berhenti,nasib baik tak demam arini! Hehe...dah lama tak makan durian le katakan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok, sebelum Syaz lupa, Syaz nak minta tolong sangat2 kepada Lia dan Siti untuk hantar barang2 Syaz please. Syaz kat Kubang Kerian datang memang tangan kosongla, cuma bawa buku novel yang lia belikan haritu aje untuk perjalanan Syaz balik...alaa..buku The Saffron Kitchen tu.hehe...sibuk sangat tak sempat nak concentrate baca. Ni Syaz bagi alamat saudara Syaz di kelantan tu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PKA Ahmad Safuan bin Mohd Mokhtar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pejabat Kesihatan Daerah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17500 Tanah Merah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kelantan Darul Naim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No tel dia: 006-019-9918572&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mula2 Syaz nak kasi alamat umah dia tapi dia kata umah dia selalu takde orang siang ari. So, its better to give his office add. Thanks a lot Siti dan Leia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oklah, Syaz kena cari orang suruh makan makanan yang dah sejuk tu...till the next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115293429268157432?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115293429268157432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115293429268157432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back again...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115285384873800307</id><published>2006-07-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:10:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retake of My Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Assalamualaikum to all my beloved friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Firstly, I must apologize for keeping in silence all this while. It's been quite a while isn't it? Things has been quite hectic and chaotic since my return to Malaysia. Mentally and physically. I'm sure you guys have heard previews from Farhan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I'm sure everybody knew about my recent decision to continue medicine in HUSM. It has been 2 weeks and right now I'm right in front of my mum's computer in her office (Bangi). Hehe...Quite a crazy thing o do isn't it? I arrived this morning from Kubang Kerian. 10 hours travel in the bus!!!Nasib baik ada anti-emetics yang engkorang bagi Syaz aritu. Going back again tommorow night at 10pm. Will arrive at 8am and class begin on Sunday 10am. Kerja gila betul! Have never been this homesick before. I guess the fact that it's quite possible to just pack my bag and go home contibutes to this illness. Asyik teringat rumah aje! Manja la plak! Belum plan lagi nak buat apa. Going to my sis home in ulu langat probably later. Right now tengah tolong mak buat cateringla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aduh...sakit jiwa rasanya minggu orientasi!Dahla kita ni yang paling tua kat situ. Rasa out of place betul! Yela..dah lama tak dikongkong la katakan. Must follow the rules, ikut cakap `abg kakak senior ' etcetc. Tak tahu kita ni lagi tua dari abang kakak diorang. Aduh...bilik sempitnya! Empat orang satu bilik yang kecil tu! Dahla jadi port tempat pondan2 melepak. Bukanlah nak kata apa, kalau ye pun janganla kecoh sangat...kan ada orang tengah depress kat katil tu...hehe. I'll survive. Aritu introduction to pathology, syaz tersengguk2 dlm kelas. Tngahhari panas sangat kot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ayway, thank you for all the entries in the blog after my departure. Sedih Syaz baca...terharu...we all have our own impact on each other. Sincerely from my heart, i would never find friends like you guys again, ever. Not friends but families...I LOVE you all!Rindunya Syaz nak jumpa...Bila lah agak nya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Banyak nya yang Syaz nak cerita. Tapi kena berhenti dulu sebab nak buat catering. Oh ye, Syaz tukar nombor baru, Maxis. Aritu Syaz pakai Celcom. Maxis kalau dalam kampus sesama kitorang sms 1 sen aje. Masalahnya, Syaz sms kat korang di Ireland takde sorang pun yg balas. Maknanya tak dapat lah tu. Tak tahu plak camne Syaz nak buat. Rasanya Syaz akan tukar2 simcard tu kot. So engkorang simpan both numbers please, 017-9869496, 013-3602520. No 013 tu yg boleh sms oversea. Kalau nak contact Syaz cuba nombor 017 dulu yek? Kecuali kalau engkorang tahu Syaz balik kajang. Syaz akan pakai nombor 013 supaya senang nak sms korang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oklah, nanti Syaz sambung cerita, kalau sempat, agak sibuk ni.yela, besok nak balik dah...Lupa plak, pasal barang2 Syaz, nanti Syaz kasi alamat saudara Syaz di Kelantan. Sebab kalau sampai di Kajang susah plak Syaz nak bawak ke kelantan. Syaz kena pakai semua buku skang sebab sistem integrated, ada anat, physio, biochem,patho,pharmaco bla2 wuteverwutnotla. Stress nya Syaz bila fikir. Bukannya ingat lagi, kena recall balik. Takpe, bukannya pandai sangat. hehe. babai semua, assalamualaikum...miss u all sooooo much!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115285384873800307?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115285384873800307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115285384873800307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/07/retake-of-my-life.html' title='Retake of My Life...'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115100143170143471</id><published>2006-06-22T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:39:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i think it's all over.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i know you guys couldn't stand at reading on one more entry from me in this blog ( as if i care ) i just couldn't help it. it was really bad to an extent i was thinking what i was going to write about in the blog today while walking down the stairs in this place. surely i'm officially blog-infected at this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after been awake for the whole night last night, well actually not the whole night i managed to get an hour sleep give or take and interrupted in between, this morning i became really manic. was really excited that i finally done with the call and the thought of going home later just made me elated, truly hyper like a surge of energy blasted through me from out of no where. so the round was pretty hectic and quick, rushing from one bed to another. i really don't like that coz it made me all confused and got all the patient mixed up. i almost told my boss a 21 year old girl who actually suspected appendicitis, came in with possible diverticular abscess instead, which is true for another patient whose age was 83. damn it made me looks incompentent!!!! well i noticed it rather early and nobody actually paid any attention since i had pressure of speech this morning, holy crap i never know i can speak that fast. don't ask me what was the speed put it this way, it really sound like i was talking with my mouth full like abe always teased me with. in another word i was just mumbling, what the hell was wrong with me?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soon after we finished the round my intern for some reasons being really kind , anothe peculiar thing that happened today, wanted to hold my bleep so i can get some sleep for a few hours, i did jump into the opportunity and managed to only an hour coz i was so anxious that maybe people were looking for me etc. the usual stuff. got up and went to do some chart digging for the audit, me! me!? a locum, lending my hands for good cause, my ass the truth is honestly i have the inability to say NO, hence there i was in medical records going through some charts that took me 20 minutes to finish 3 pages. well doctors' handwriting are actually encrypted and not all people could decode those writings, what perceived as illegible in fact a code that only other doctors could understand ( yeah right! pride o pride) . anyway i was on my way to radiology department after that thinking i might get some verbal reports on some of my new admissions last night only to run into my boss, shit!!! trauma case!!! guess what we had to go to theatre urgently. WHAT!!!!! i can't believe this i thought everything's gonna chill down a bit this morning but it was the opposite. we scrubbed in at 1400 hrs and finished at 1730 hrs. all the manic and elation were gone insted fatigue and irritable took place. on top of that before theatre started, i went to crossmatch 6 units of bloods and everyone was rushing in total drama and chaos!!! like a scene in ER, i swear to god it was like in ER. we were rushing to theatre, me and my team but i had to send the request form for the blood first. there i was heading to the chute to send it but a place where it usually fills with canisters, and if there were only few canisters in the world THAT would the first and only place they would keep them, were empty, nadah. what in the world?! then i was practically begging the labs to send just one to me but they either up to their eyeballs busy or simply no answer, i tried the wards instead the same happened. i had no other choice but to run across the building to tha lab delivered it myself. i ran back up to the theatre to find that the patient hadn't arrive at OT and met my reg who believed that i was the one who was going to accompany the patient on transit, SHIT!! then i ran down to x-ray mind you theatre is at the 8th floor and x-ray is at 3rd. hungry, thirsty, tired, sleepy and annoyed all in one made me cursing away on every single steps i set my foot on. once there, the nurse told me that the patient just after arriving in theatre. ok now i'm officially pissed i had to go up again and fast. finally i reached theatre but i can't do anything but to make sure i could breath on my own. thought i was really fit!!! hate this self-discovery!! turns out that there were no major trauma before in past few months but 2 cases in which i was there working when it happened and i scrubbed for it. what are the odds?! at least i had enough exercise that could last me a month. now i'm heading home, at last! get something to eat and shower and sleep!!! can't wait for tomorrow, yaiy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115100143170143471?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115100143170143471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115100143170143471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-i-think-its-all-over.html' title='when i think it&apos;s all over.....'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115097636844252948</id><published>2006-06-22T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T05:01:15.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wind that shakes The barley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO CONTINUE ON READING , ENSURE AT LEAST 5 MAN SIZE-TISSUE BOXES ARE NEXT TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well things has definately been slow these few weeks, i must admit walaupun aku dah lama gaklah abes exam , i just wasn't i a mood for blogging, dah banyak kali aku ker UCC nie untuk blog , but ended up doing nothing , sebab just as i said, plain tak der mood. For me kalau nak tulis blog nie, kena ader mood, barulah buleh turlis, so thats why may be i've never had my own blog ( contrary to popular believes -lah kan).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was never one of those diary-kinda people. I could still remember once in sekolah rendah , we were introduced to the concept of writing a diary by one cikgu Mazidah ( my english teacher- cubby cubby, baik giler) for our english, kecoh satu darjah ( like standard 5 i think) nak beli diary ( bare in mind- all boys skool), everyone was suddenly into it. Kedai buku kat sekolah aku sebuklah nak stock up dengan diary, siap naik harga lagi as i can remember. On top of that since the english teachers decided that the person with the most up to date,paling LAWA, and paling canggih punyer diary would win a prize at the end of the year, LAGIlah budak budak nie naik angin/lemak. I still remember That particular period/season when DIARIES were so IN. Everyone would come to class the next day boasting on how lawa and canggih their diary was.......macam-macam gaya ada, ada yang muka surat berlipat-lipatlah, ada yang ader lagulah bila bukak , ada yang ader ader glitter, ada yang ada gambar Nash-lah ( malay singer) and ada yang ada gambar Wann ( pre-90's dangdut singer...yang dah entah kemana-tah)..........Me obviously being the unartistic grp, obviously couldn't be bothered-lah kan, hmmmm, but i must admit, at first i was into it as well, but may be for about a week max, pastuh entah kemane tah diary aku tuh. Well anyway, i surpose bagus jugak tulis diary nie, goz it sorts of gives you an outlet to express yourselves, macam tulis blog nie lah, but to me , hmmmmm may be aku nie just can't be bothered kot about things around me time tu.......hmm entah-lah......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to reality, these few months have obviously been a trying time for almost everyone, the lost of one person definately did change the dynamics of everyones life including me. From my point of view , i must say , that shaz was a significant part of my life. Daripada aku datang lagilah, shaz was there, so basically these 4 years, my ups my downs , sume shaz ada. Pendek kata , shaz balik macam aku nie hilang something that was apart of me. Its sort of that when that person is there , you don't kindof dun realise it. Tapi bile orang tuh dah tak-da, barulah nak rasa. I've definately learnt a lot from shaz, put aside the cooking skills, in terms of relationships with your friends and the people around you. Before, i've always considered myself to have a good relationship with the people around me , until one day shaz pointed out that i was tooo private, and i never give out ( sort of having a Big Big wall around me), even to him, and sampai skrang after 4 years of being close friends, he still tak boleh read me........ that i must say was the turning point, when i started thinking, hmmmmmmmm, betullah jugaklah jugakkan. ......may be i should give out more, now slowly-lah i'm trying my best.......wekekekekeekeke.....like now....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shaz balik, aku rase sunyi sikitlah-kan. Shaz balik, aku tak tahu nak cakap macam mana. It struck me most time aku exam arituh, coz the years before, my room definately would be THE PORT. It felt quite funny especially the time when i was walking to the exam halls, kalau dulu dulu mesti jalan dengan shaz, now jalan sorang-sorang. ....( tissue alert), lagi lagi kalau orang -orang tertentu keluar dengan statement, 'Ehh, kingkong , ko jalan sorang ? Mane shaz?' nasib baik lah tahap sabar aku masih tinggi, nak jer aku bagi flying kick kat minah tuh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well anyway, as i've always said to myself ,shit happens, pick it up and move on........ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess i was pretty lucky that in part , i was quite busy dengan exams. It felt like soooooo long , tak abes abes lagi exam aku, korang sume tau lah ....adalah dalam 3 bulan lebih aku rase aku exam, give or take. Penat, sangat penat , sampai nak suka ria pon rasa tak best, walaupun sempat lagi nak bersuka ria. Still remember those times in which pergi ke rumah siti and sri semata-mata sebab nak makan, wakakakakakaka,and also those times when shaz would creep out of the house senyap-senyap semata-mata sebab tak mau aku tau korang ada aktiviti, wkekekekeke. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However , dalam banyak banyak aktiviti, the one i regret most not going was to the mr. and mrs. franta/frantova's wedding. I must admit , that day , walaupun aku ckp aku nak stadi, tapi aku tak da lah stadi sangat pon , just had no mood, wekekekekekeke. WELL anyway, insyallah, i try to make it to penang! DGN SHAZ!!!!. Satu lagi is that,sebab exam tak sempat aku nak ke erinville jumper sri beranak. SO maksudnya tak sempat lah aku menatap wajah sri one day post beranak. Serious sri , aku rase lama sangat ko mngandung, sampai aku tak ingat camna ko kalau tak mengandung. Dalam 9 bulan sri pregnant, banyak giler kita beraktiviti (masak2,makan2,minum2, lompat2). Insyallah , Allyna nanti pon mesti suka beraktiviti, wakakakakakaka. And aku raselah-kan, dalam 9 bulan ko pregant, kiteorg sekeliling ko pon macam(ala-ala) ikut mengandung skali......skarang aku looking foward nak lunch dgn ko kat CUH, at least ada teman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On top of that, i must give credit to Paan and emma for also being there at that time. I must say without you guys, may be-lah aku akan depress. Yours trully has definately felt at home in paan's car, siap ada seperation anxiety lagi. And i must admit that as i told you paan , bau kereta kau masih still stick in my mind ( how doggy it that) . It was good for everyone i guess, that a week pre- and post- shaz balik , paan ada. ( Paan= aktiviti ( read lollerblade, bagai)) .....definately kept us occupied and filled the void left by shaz ( awwwww, tissue alert). Bagus jugaklah ko dpt keje kat CUH arituh, at least aku tak -lah ckp dgn dinding sowang2. Credit pon to mosh,and siti sebab siap call aku nak main lollerblade. Tekejut aku , dpt fon call dari mosh, ingatkan pegawai JPAlah nak keep track on me....suara ko soo-lah suara pegawai2 gitu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must say that , never have i had friends that are so fun to be with , that i'm definatelty gonna miss you guys bile korang sume balik/pindah. Emma's probably gonna be the first to leave us, followed by Paan somewhere in end of the year. With honza gone, Leia's gonna move to dublin early next year. I gather, lepas nie tak adalah those famous "lompat-lompat terkinja-kinja macam orang gile" nak amik gambar sessions-kan. Tak per Sri, nanti bile ko dah boleh lompat nanti,and bile budak2 nie dah balik sume, kite lompat and amik gambar, pastu tunjuk depa , bagi depa jeles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i think of it, all of the things thats happening is such a story, thats its in sync with the blogs name - Ceritakita! Memanglah sebuah cerita tahun nie.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wif leia kawen,shaz emma and paan gone, sri dapat anak and keje, and me masuk final med and hopelfully grad (insyallah)..........its soooo could be a nice ending ( aka 'at last they live happily ever after kindof thing.....) to the whole story......betul tak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May be the "at last they live happily ever after...." statement tuh unreal sket, tapi hope fully it will end like that someway or another........ ( awwww, tisu-tisu).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the bright sight, at least yang bakal balik tuh boleh berkhidmat untuk kerajaan ( wakakakkaka-ketawa evil)....but i guess on a much more brighter note, you guys get to be with ur own families ! Catch-up those years that you guys have lost. Pendek kata , its like one malay peribahasa " hujan emas dinegeri orang bla bla......." (awwww, tisu-tisu)..... Apa-apa pon bile balik mesia boleh jumpe semula, bukannyer tak jumpe langsungkan, lagi pon kite sumekan nak beli tanah sekeliling tanah sri abe kat mesia tuhkan, so bolehlah jumpa tiap-taip ari...hahahahahaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well, i guess i've said everything i wanna say. Skrang nie aku nak pergi ke bandar, nak cari ape-apa yang aku buleh cari. May be if i have anything to say , i'll write it down soon, skrang nie dah abes idea nak tulis. Lapar lah pulak kan.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115097636844252948?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115097636844252948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115097636844252948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/06/wind-that-shakes-barley.html' title='The wind that shakes The barley'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115095123863976720</id><published>2006-06-21T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:44:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i must've been hitler in my past life!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;arghhhhh!!!!! it's 0515 hrs on thursday morning and i haven't gone to bed yet. damn for some unknown reasons most people who got sick tonight managed to find their ways to go under surgical team. while i was busting my ass running around like a headless chicken between casualty and the ward, none of the medical team was around. apparently the score for admission was 7 to 1 in my favor and this was at 2200 hrs. then again these people are genuinely sick with surgical problems so i can't give out all i want the fact is they need my care, not just from me but from the service. i swore so much god knows it started to sound like a song that stuck in my head, pretty good really maybe i can release it as a single someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now as i'm waiting for the x-ray of a patient who is unwell and god knows when would that be done ( mind you that's urgent x-ray!), i stow away in this tiny little room to give out yet again about my unfortunate life. eh! i don't care if other people say their life worse than mine but the way it looks like right now nothing can't top mine, argh! nothing i tell you!!!! ( dramatic nyer ) i want my mommy!!! i left my phone at home along with my scrubs so now, i stink, the clothes stink and gotta wear this again for the whole day till 5, huh good luck people around me. i can live with that since some people here shower once a month but life without my phone?!!!!!! might as well i jump out the window next to me right now, it's 6th floor and would make quite an impression once i reach the bottom. shite!!! i can't figure out why this is happening to me i must've been some really bad ass guy in my previous life to deserve this bad karma (this statement is not necessarily mirror my belief) for what it's worth i have only 2 more days left, finally the end is coming and as i told my fellow medical student here, come 5 o'clock friday evening this hospital will see some crazy brown guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;running naked in the parking lot !!!!&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/17734820-115095123863976720?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115095123863976720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115095123863976720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-mustve-been-hitler-in-my-past-life.html' title='i must&apos;ve been hitler in my past life!!!!!!!'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115071577745939879</id><published>2006-06-19T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:16:17.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nasib si tabib jalanan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems that i whine too much. well i'm not going to apologize about it since that what humans do. whining and complaining in fact are the very things that make us humans, among lots of other things. everyone does it and the only difference between one person to another is wheather he verbalize it or keep it to himself. well it can constructive sometimes i mean i f you don't like about a system you complain about it and address it as a problem then you can take action to change it. at personal level on the other hand, this would let you recognize that there is a problem within yourself that may need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why did i bring this up, well recently it just occurred to me that i whine too much pretty much about everything, nothing around me that makes me happy. why is that? i tried to be positive, find something that would occupy me hoping i would be distracted from this negative attitude. the vicious cycle seems so solid and breaking it like trying to nail a concrete wall, no matter how much you hammered down the nail, you either break or bend it or you might hit your own hand in the process but the wall left with a little crack hardly noticed by anyone. the cycle i meant is the whining about your life followed by the feeling of worthlessness and hopelessness than you take the whole day to motivate yourself just to face the very same thing that make you whine in the first place on the next day, so the cycle go on and on. as a result all the energy that you could've used for a productive and fruitful day just gone in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now that i realize this, i should've known that my life desperately in need of a makeover or also known by "hijrah". goodness, prophet muhammad s.a.w was the pioneer of this makeover concept, in a way. i mean in a situation that no improvement obtained at strong efforts and determination from your part to counter your own problem, it's time to evaluate your options. maybe it's time to make a compromise, people make sacrifices all the time in order to accomodate their own tailored lives along the way to reach their targeted destination. that doesn't make them losers but wisers. everyone has different sets of paths in life, as much as we want them to be as straightforward and simple as we could, unfortunately there is a greater power in play which we have no power over it. circumstances, fate, everything is predetermined. some might change our priorites and ambitions in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this locum thing is great, flexible hours and the chance to see the world, yeah right, just the rest of the country and they all look the same anyway. but on the downside, it's not recognized for training, well not that it would be different anyway if i have a full time job i mean the skills you would learn but more importantly to me i guess is how it would undermine your psyche. people look down on you, maybe the fact that someone's locuming in the past, people took their responsibles a bit lightly hence no respect for this kind, quite a common understanding generally. it's really a struggle and the fact that people second guess you all the time, questioning your decision, gosh it's really depressing. i can't help it but realistically yes they don't know you and your reputation hence it's natural for them to feel that way, for some reasons it bothers me too much. bottom line is locum is good as kicap manis on the side of main dish but on its own it can disastrous. i guess i better get my ass off this chair and study as hard as i could to pass my part 3 so i can "hijrah" back home, the sooner the better but damn the nearest scheduled exam is in october. i probably just have to put up with it for the time being. sure i can do this. yes i can, yes i can, yes i can......... phew glad got this out of my chest. 1 down 4 days more to go. what a long week. &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/17734820-115071577745939879?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115071577745939879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115071577745939879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/06/nasib-si-tabib-jalanan.html' title='nasib si tabib jalanan'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-115046843975498500</id><published>2006-06-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T07:33:59.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;another week has gone by, here comes friday yet i won't be cheering up like others would do once the clock ticking at 4 pm. i wish i could but i have to come back to work again tomorrow. gosh i don't like on-call during the week and certainly dislike it even more in the weekend, it's weekend!!! ok basically i just don't like on-call period. god bless those people who do enjoy calls. wish i was once of them. so naturally at the moment i'm dreading at the prospect of coming to work tomorrow and the thought that i have to deal with all the ward jobs. i just don't like it, and i don't know why, i'd do the same things in casualty and i'm okay with it but the fact that it has something to do with the ward just put me off. stupid intern works and i guess there is another big factor for my not yet reaching "hatred" level of this stuff but i'm not gonna say it here at least not yet, who knows maybe after tomorrow i might, my friends probably know what i'm talking about. please god please let it flies swiftly and painless as possible, amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the weather here up in the northwest of the country pretty much like the rest of the country, gloomy and dull perhaps with a little drizzles all day long if you lucky and if you really really lucky there be stormy wind that strong enough to fly away an old lady who was walking down the streets, there you go old granny fly around in the sky like mary poppin. how depressing. yes it is depressing and i miss my own bed, my couch and my apartment. as if things couldn't any worse, digiweb rang me the other day telling me that my apartment couldn't possibly have wireless internet installed. not because it's on the ground floor but the fact that my apartment faces the opposite direction of the satellite locust or anything like that. there goes my broadband dream........screw it. i don't want broadband internet that much anyway............ok maybe not too much but i kinda need it. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;damn, i'm so sleepy feel like i can fall off of this chair and lay down on this library floor, i swear sometimes i feel my like eyes have minds of their own. if it said sleep i don't have a choice in that matter and sleeping i go. like now for example hence i need to stop and crawl in to a room somewhere and sleep like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-115046843975498500?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115046843975498500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/115046843975498500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-week-has-gone-by-here-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114909807091168194</id><published>2006-05-31T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:54:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi guys....</title><content type='html'>sorryle lama tak tulih dlm blog ni....biasalah bz. well , today dah ari yg ke 20 umur natrah.so i have another 24 days nak berpantang2 ni.(mcm le selama ni aku berpantang sgt) hehhehe. aku pun dah start kuar umah.so lepas ni sape yg nak msk tu boleh le jemput aku skali(esp ema n mas).oleh kerana paan bising takde org nak tulis ,meh le aku cite psl kebzan aku yg dah ada dua org anak ni.tension giler....bukanle nak merungut tp agak penat jugak le. i cannot imagine camne org dulu2 ada sampai 7-8 org anak kecik2.yg 2 ni pun susah nak jaga.lepas sorang sorang aku kena attend.lepas sorang nangis, yg sorang lagi pulak nangis.bila sorang nak tido yg sorang lagi pulak bangun, nasib baik bila abe balik dia tolong jaga anak.tak sabo rasanye nak tunggu abe cuti.nasib baik jugakle mak aku ada.at least ada org nak msk.kan best kalau syaz ada boleh aku minta tolong masak.thats it lepas ni cukup.aku dah tak larat dah.kalau nak pun tunggu lama skit sampai si natrah tu dah besar.so aku nasihatkan org2 yg takde anak lagi tu berseronokle dulu.hehhehhe...bila dah puas berseronok barule nak beranak.&lt;br /&gt;aku pun nak meluahkan betapa tensionnye diri ini sbb tak dpt jugak keja intern.bangang punye UCC.bolehle aku dlm waiting list lagi.ada PR pun tak guna gak.apalah nasib badan...penat jer aku turun naik UCC.kalau aku tak dpt keja jugak julai ni lagi le depress aku.pastu terpaksa le aku tunggu next jan.dah le syaz takde ,bosannye idup aku.mas nak balik summer, org lain keja.agee nak pindah limerick.iskhiskh.sedih syaz balik tak abih lagi .anyway,aku tak call lagi syaz since dia balik ari tu bukan apa aku takut nanti aku nangis lagi . abih tisu sekotak pulak.kalau abe call sure dia lagi sedih hehehh. tambah pulak tak lama lagi  ema nak balik, paan balik.macam mummy kata sunyile kita bila 2 mulut murai ni takde...bosannye...nasib baik mak aku ada hehehe.... at least takle boring tu pun sampai bulan lapan je.mula le aku nak sedih bila memikirkan masa hadapan. aku rasa nak banyak aku tulih rupa2nye skit je.macam mana le paan boleh tulih berjela2.lain kali le aku tulih bila aku tak bz ye kawan2. aku nak letak gambar natrah aku tak reti lagipun korang smua dah tengok dia.tunggu le bila dia besar skit.bila muka dia berubah skit.aku paksa abe tolong letak utk aku.&lt;br /&gt;chowsssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: syaz rumput aku dah panjang mcm utan kat belakang ngan kat depan.penat aku pikir nak minta tlg sape potong.lagipun aku nampak tikus dr umah sebelah berlari2an kat belakang tu. takut aku nak kuar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114909807091168194?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114909807091168194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114909807091168194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-guys.html' title='hi guys....'/><author><name>sri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412308479829432643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114886274846519940</id><published>2006-05-28T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:35:12.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we will miss you........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been quite a while since I wrote anything here, quite eventful weeks indeed I must say these past couple of weeks. Wonderful and happy moments that made us smiling all day and instilled cheerful feelings each time they come across our minds nonetheless a tear jerking moment as we loss one of our dear long time friend or should I say a member of our little family here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself available in the weekend of May 13th on which day the blood shed tragedy occurred back home in 1969, people remember this day as a black spot in the history of our country. To me not anymore, as I remember it as a very memorable day of the joining of my dearest friends in matrimony, Anelia and Honza Franta. The wedding was in Clonskeagh Mosque in Dublin (I may have spelled the name of the mosque incorrectly) on Saturday, 13th of May 2006 at 2 pm. It was such a wonderful wedding as it was indeed very private, personal yet simple and we were all there even Afiq! in celebration of the union of these 2 lovebirds. However there were a couple of our good friends couldn’t make it to the wedding and they all had a valid excuse not to come, nah if only they could come they would be the first to be there and the wedding would have been merrier by their presence. Everything went well, I enjoyed every second of it and I gotta be one of the witnesses, not intentional but since I had my passport with me and the others had not I won the hot seat. Actually it was an honour to be part of their wedding, thanks guys for letting me be ( as if u guys had a choice hahaha) even though I was probably the last person you would ask for, okay again I was just messing. Again thank you to both of you. The day got even better weather wise, it set everyone’s in a good and festive kinda mood and the little “reception” we had down at the mosque’s restaurant was indeed a happening one. Oh here comes the best part, the wedding cake!!! Oh my god, I wouldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it, it looked really beautiful and very professionally made, well done to the chefs, Syaz and Zariena!! I know you guys went through hell to make it and they were all worth it, the cake was indeed a success. Tasted delicious and juicy actually, this comes from me who isn’t really a fan of cinnamon and fruity type of cake, so it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/CNV00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photography session outside the mosque was fun, there were pouting pose, jumping and all these weird poses you can imagine. The pictures came out okay though. Later that night we went to a Japanese restaurant in Dublin city for dinner, there were 12 of us left including the bride and groom, the rest had gone back to Cork. The food sucked but the company were brilliant. Syaz, Syed and I got there a bit late as were got lost on the way to the restaurant, funny thing was Syed drove us there and he practically a Dublin native since he lives there for the past 9 years ironically still managed to get lost. I know I’m gonna be harmed for this statement, sorry Syed as a consolation you have such an awesome apartment the best yet I’ve known among Malaysian and great hospitality. There I paid my due. It was a good night and the newlyweds were blushing when we left the restaurant as we all made fun of them, we made quite a scene really hahahahaha. Here I would like to wish to both of you Lia and Honza all the best and all the everlasting happiness and joy both of you are going to embark together as well as success in life and careers. Also wish you beautiful, smart and afiq-like friendly kids to you guys too. Well sure you know this, you guys actually perfect for each other, kinda freaked me a bit when I found out how you guys have so much in common and you Honza has such great patience! hahahahahaha. I am truly happy for you guys, to the bride and the groom, Anelia and Honza!!!!! Cheers (tisu, tisu……. mana tisu) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I thought I wanna do this in chronological order as it happened, I just skipped the birth of Alynna Natrah Faisal. Maybe Ema’s curse on me starting to take its effect for making fun of her too much. Afiq’s little sister was born on May the 11th at 10:30 am in Erinville Hospital. She is just the sweetest and cutest little baby, this time Sri’s winning, I think she looks more like her mommy than her daddy especially her nose. Regardless she is one beautiful and good baby doesn’t cry much maybe not to her parents though, she’s gonna be as good as her brother I bet. Congratulations once again to you Abe, Sri and Afiq!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02303.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With all these good things that been happening, i was so grateful to god for the blessings however life can be so cruel at times. As we were celebrating the wedding and the arrival of our new additional member we were the saddened by Syaz’s return to Malaysia for good. Circumstances can be a bitch most of the times, for some reasons he has to come back for his own good future. Honestly of all people I admit I probably will miss him and feel his lost the most as I had been quite dependant to him as my confidant, my cook and source of laughter, he is quite a comedian I must say. My housemate for 6 years and close friend for all of this time I’ll be lying if I don’t feel anything with his departure. He is such a good friend, very obliging, kind-hearted, fun, lively, talented, smart, self-sufficient (he likes to take this quality for granted though) and everyone easily get close to him even in such a short period as he is the most accommodative person you would ever met. Everyone here loves him and misses him. As much as we would love him to stick around his future is waiting back home, knowing him he could survive any obstacles in his path, knowing him he would have many success to come and knowing him he will discover later that going home is the best decision he ever made so far. He has our blessings for leaving us and Syaz, we all here for you if you need anything and though you far away you are very close to our hearts. We wish you all the best with your fresh start and sure we will meet you again, and you know what we’re looking forward to it already. (tisu, tisu ……mana tisu!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC02323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114886274846519940?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114886274846519940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114886274846519940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-will-miss-you.html' title='we will miss you........'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114788964242432178</id><published>2006-05-17T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:28:20.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honza And Anelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/LEIA%20KWAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/LEIA%20KWAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/DSCN4489.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/newlae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114788964242432178?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114788964242432178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114788964242432178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/honza-and-anelia.html' title='Honza And Anelia'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114771340947575056</id><published>2006-05-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:16:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tak tau tajuk ape lah</title><content type='html'>As it has been pointed out by the writer 2 stories down , blog nie sememangnyerlah lame tidak diupdatekan. Well yours truly sibuk mengadap buku atas meja, manekala yang lain-lain sibuk beranak serta kawen. For once terseksa gaklah batin ini duduk atas meja tuh mengenangkan yang lain lain sedang sibuk enjoy kawen  kawen serta bersuka-ria , and for the moment my room looks really like a dump. Actually I just finised my exams today, mula mula ingat nak pergi Bandar, but decided against it coz tadak duit and lagi pun dah muak aku tengok bandar, so I made my way to the only place I know better – (TESCO) , well alkisahnyerlah sebelum sampai wilton roundabout , I made the decision to go to CUH instead, sebab lapar giler ( kepada yang sedia jeles , yesterday , which was Sunday , I just ate oranges ( five I think ) and ( two pisangs) and roti 2 keping, and well as accompanied by the cawan demi cawan of coffee ( so some reason aku bubuh banyak giler gula ) and sebab tuh pagi nie berak aku busuk giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well as usual , at CUH aku melantaklah sampai tak ingat dunia , it was probably the most I’ve ever eaten in one go , banyak giler !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Shaz you would feel so proud of me!-AND THIS TIME ,HONEST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siap bayar lebih lagi then the normal $4.30! si minah Filipino tuh siap warning lagi aku yang its not $4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dalam hati-I was like hello!! Aku yang nak makan ker kau yang nak makan !!&lt;br /&gt;You know when your faced with situations like this, you just wanna hampuk kepala minah tuh dengan tray yang ader kat tangan ko or simbah dengan air panas, nasib baik aku maintain…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab aku makan banyak sangat arini, on the way home aku sakit kepala yang amat sangat  ( post-prandial migraine) , abeh sampai tak buleh bukak mate sume ( warrrrrr, dramaticlah pulakkan ) …….so balik umah aku tidur,  and tengok ricky lake then oprah ( Ya Allah , mak-maklah  sangatkan). Then aku bangun , and dah okay , and noticing that my headache has gone the sun was shinning brightly , i did the second thing I know most, pergi ke UCC nie-lah, so skrang aku kat UCC tengah memblogkan diri. I gather korang sume still mesti tak balik lagikan ke cork ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yours truly hasn’t been doing much these few months, except bukak buku, and kalau tak bukak buku,  berangan sorang-sorang kat dalam bilik , cakap/menyanyi sorang sorang, berangan jadi superstar , or some some drop dead gorgeous model .&lt;br /&gt;I reckon kalau aku duduk lame sket dalam bilik aku tuh , buleh kene makan dengan bilik nanti. Well aniways, my room is totally-really-really in a mess now, tak tau nak start kat mane. Kain baju aku pon banyak yang tak basuh, termasuklah bekalan suar dalam aku yang tersangatlah berharga yang hampir depleted, serta ader tergantung kat mane-mane, a few days ago I found a suar dalam inside my karung bantal!!  Nasib baiklah AKU yang punyer-kan!!! Well aniways I guess that’s all, will be adding stuff in soon, so stay tunelah-kan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114771340947575056?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114771340947575056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114771340947575056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/tak-tau-tajuk-ape-lah.html' title='tak tau tajuk ape lah'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114711573283967023</id><published>2006-05-08T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:15:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at C. Paradiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/1600/DSC01018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/320/DSC01018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello! Since our bro-that- self-confessed-of-a-morbid-ramblings (soo true though) dah meradaNG due to lack of enthusiast/contributors, yours truly felt quite guilty of the charge. So Paan, berhasil jugaklah  taktik taktik kau nih. I want to immortalised our "Cafe P Day" last weekend in our Blog, so when some of us begin our seperate ways in seperate continents &lt;tsk tsk=""&gt; we can always recap these tsk tsk tsk moments tsk tsk tsk together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consistent with general opinion that Shaz should be a proffesional Chef... "Chef Shaz" cool! I really would like to congratulate Shaz and all his apperentice (yours truly lah), Entree Chef Emma Walsh and Dessert/Pastry Chef Lia for what can only be described as sublime, purrre indulgence cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaz, kau kena ingat sampai bila2 the joy of shopping in the Cork Food Emporium ( English Market ler) with Emma (masa aku oncall tak aci!.  Aku tau kau excited sangat beli those rarified organic  ingredients sampai "bertakbir" tgh2 malam hahahahah. I wish I can look at Abe's face at that time......hahahahah!!!!!!!!! My god looking at all the orgaanic ingredients........ just fantastic. (Ok you guys can certify me as a Food Freak now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabulous entree by Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baked portobello mushroom with Cashel blue cheese, pecan crumbs and sage, and smoked paprika aioli (aha...aha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tsk&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/1600/DSC01017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/320/DSC01017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tsk tsk=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Chef's main course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Goats Cheese crottin and caramalised red onion in hazelnut tartlet with watercress pesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tsk&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/1600/DSC01016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/320/DSC01016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun ada juga perut yang nak nasi ayam lepas tuuu (heheheh tak per tak per). Little Aqeelah really likes asparagus! So cute watching her go through them! Aji and uncle... jgn salahkan aku ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended with Swiss Almond (or something) coffee, but not before the dessert of &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanilla, ricotta and white chocholate pudding with blueberry compote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(alamak Lia sorry tak da gambar aku terlupa lak smalam). But oit was guuuuddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi the night has a big but..... I really wish Mas and Honza were there, I m sure you will enjoy it. No matter Mas...Insyallah we will do it again after Lia's Wedding. So Paan (even though I will sooo have to buat nasi goreng belacan for you ), make sure u r in Cork the weekend after Lia's wedding ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small note...... Little Afiq, get well soon chayang! And Sri, Im on call Wed and Friday if you decide to have your baby ok &lt;g&gt; will be looking forward to see ur new edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/1600/DSC01020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7446/2068/320/DSC01020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;g&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/g&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114711573283967023?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114711573283967023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114711573283967023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/dinner-at-c-paradiso.html' title='Dinner at C. Paradiso'/><author><name>Sweetie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618295321353748406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114675745773306710</id><published>2006-05-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T08:44:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aah ek keciknyer dunia nih!!!!</title><content type='html'>weh mas mana datang entry ko ni? tadi takde tup tap before aku nyer lak tuh!!! by the way you are the only one who can pull this kinda "amazing" discovery hahahaa, some talent........i mean it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114675745773306710?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114675745773306710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114675745773306710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/aah-ek-keciknyer-dunia-nih.html' title='aah ek keciknyer dunia nih!!!!'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114675673463485856</id><published>2006-05-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T08:41:10.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the comeback</title><content type='html'>it annoys me that everytime i went to this site, i see "kelakar bangat" on the title. what happen to the contributor people of this blog? rather watching this site slowly dying right before my eyes i better take the initiative to jumpstart this god forsaken site.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been working for quite a while that means i had all the time in my hands to be somewhere around people who gratefully never tired of listening my insanely morbid talent to talk rubbish so i guess there was really no point of me to blog. on the hand now that i'm stuck in Sligo General Hosp, i'm sorry to announce my comeback into this blogging arena one more time for you guys to endure hahahaha, the healthy outlet for me and for you people :-). by the way this hospital library or so called "research and education centre" kick ass!!! i never got the chance to wander around the place yet as i drove to sligo from limerick at 0300 hrs, that 3 am in the morning Syaz (hahahahah) and arrived at 7 am just to find that i was on-call that very day. what have done to deserve this!!!!!!! (dramatic le konon-kononnyer) well i just had to suck it in and let the day went by with no expectation whatsoever, that helped actually. i just took it one thing at a time and so far so good :-) ( talk about self-help). nothing exciting happened anyway i guess the most excited part would be meeting Ike, i was asking myself the other day who would be working here that i probably know somehow his name didn't cross my mind but now he's my best friend!!!!!! he always is but now even better than ever hahahahahaha, just messing. thank god i'm only gonna be here for another 3 days........3 long days........3 long long days. that's fine by tomorrow, 1 down 2 more to go!!!! whatever.&lt;br /&gt;last weekend as usual being as joyful and hedonistic as ever we all went to the beach. it was indeed a really good trip, i like the "journey" part thanks to you Abe i never felt that happy seeing you screwed up the picnic plan really enjoyed the guilty look on your face hahahahah(explosive and evil laugh), just messing. well in fairness at the end we found an exquisite (at least at the time given the options) place pretty much exclusive to us. i could see the excitement in everyone's eyes and we had this "pantai ini kami yang punya!!!!" vibe going on especially Abe, admit it dude!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. great day...and it wasn't until 2 days later it dawned on me that days like that won't be like that anymore as pointed out by Sri and emotional Abe. last weekend was the last one we could all be together like that minus few who were oncall (your absence were felt guys, truly). soon Sri would be you know, decompressed :+&gt; and our weekend port won't be available like before, Syaz will be leaving so will Mas, then Ema :-(((( tisu, tisu.....mana tisu?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's time for me to grow up now, take life seriously especially my career, guess i had too much fun, not that it was bad but it might cause my priority went a bit astray, no wonder i'm still here hahahahaha (again explosive laugh) but for the moment i want to make the most of it and enjoy whatever time we have left forever, we're gonna party like we never did before yeah!!!!! party=drinking coffee in costa/feast of delicious malay cookings(esp Syaz's)/ eat and eat and eat a couple more time over. damn my reg just turn up, literally out of nowhere,how did he do that?! (perplex in wonder) gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114675673463485856?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114675673463485856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114675673463485856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/05/comeback.html' title='the comeback'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114588021088847988</id><published>2006-04-24T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T05:03:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dunia ini kecik</title><content type='html'>ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;EXAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAK SUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well aku dok surf net, malas nak bajo, jumpelah satu blog nie pasal seorang mat sallleh kawen melayu....dok tgk tgk jumpelak org yang aku kenal dalam bol mamat nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://macvaysia.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_macvaysia_archive.html"&gt;http://macvaysia.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_macvaysia_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114588021088847988?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114588021088847988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114588021088847988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/04/dunia-ini-kecik_24.html' title='dunia ini kecik'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114379210016032784</id><published>2006-03-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:01:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelakar Bangat!!!</title><content type='html'>Mas...Mas...jumpa aje kau bende2 merepek nie yek?!Syaz pun malas nak lama2 kat sini. Babai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114379210016032784?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114379210016032784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114379210016032784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/kelakar-bangat.html' title='Kelakar Bangat!!!'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114346073752383702</id><published>2006-03-27T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:58:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something really really funny!</title><content type='html'>No time nak buat post panjang panjang , in between neonatal rounds ( abe, aku kat erinville arini..hahaha) , well was going tru the list of hospitals in malaysia online, i want u guys to go to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_hospitals_in_Malaysia"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_hospitals_in_Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down to government hospitals in penang ( the last one on the list) ....and you'll see why i just burst out laughing like hell few minutes ago....... seems to be a suitable place for me to start work......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114346073752383702?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114346073752383702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114346073752383702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-really-really-funny.html' title='something really really funny!'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114313831438178764</id><published>2006-03-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:51:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku marah!!!.....</title><content type='html'>now, ingat abe sorang boleh marah aku pun boleh marah, kenapa aku marah? ha ni aku nak cerita. just got back from the hospital post call ler ni, and lay on my bed (not really mine but B&amp;amp;Bnyer) then i went to our beloved cerita kita website, aik? perodua kelisa from the viewpoint of what's that guy's name kelly clarkson? whatever, ok let's see and i spotted the video when paul tan's site came onto my screen. even better then i clicked on it, watched it and i can't believe that this few minutes of video clip awaken me from sleep deprivation as a result of my on-call last night. what the? afiq ada so i can't really say those bad words, i try to see it from neutral point of view and these are what i can think of, not in importance or chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;1. what was his point? that kelisa is a crap car? assuming there was no other missing part of the video i'm sorry but just couldn't see it. hammering the car body? what is he trying to prove that the material is not strong enough? i wanna see it done on so-called upper class luxury car, wonder kemik ke tidak. ok let's see that if he wanna prove that the metal made of the car is not as solid as should be and if u were in crash with it u crumpled to death instantly, that's why it's top speed was what 85mph!! so if u crash at top speed of this car would be equivalent to supposedly more solid allegedly better material car at it's top speed. F=ma, mass and accelaration. it's a matter of compensation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. no soul, no passion, no flair....what a full of crap!!! this guy should see the whole picture and within context. if it's a developed country made car, well fair enough coz they have the luxury of wide marketing and establishment that the whole world couldn't deny. as for us on the other hand, who exactly the car market targeted at, us malaysian people who rata-rata struggling days and nights working our asses off just to keep on living at just enough level and couldn't afford expensive luxury cars, so cheap cars come at an expense of simplicity and basic machinary functions with not much aesthetic value or passion which the whole point being to show off skills of the designer and creator, which by the way not the main reason the car is made for. believe it or not cars like these have made many many malaysian people can own cars and get them mobile throughout the country. with so many cars now on the road in malaysia particularly in the big city like KL, JB, Penang and mersing, people find this car really handy. if he value sangat passion mende-mende alah tu semua ha cuba buat kereta dgn limited budget and for cheap price at the same time maintaining it's spirit of car manufacturing.&lt;br /&gt;3. meh sini aku nak tengok kereta rover kena gantung dgn tertonggeng with 1 tonne weight tied up to its BUMPER, tertanggal ke idak? fine if he wants to compare it's safety features and by doing that will show that luxury or at least better car than kelisa won't cause trauma as much as the others in bad events, fine that's a fair point for those who considering to buy it, but what this test trying to pull? me tak paham and the explosion scene just to make it's end more dramatic ke apa? cuba try kat kereta lain, i wonder if this is how the show conclude the car is not worth at all to own as i don't really watch it (indeed i'm glad that i didn't) .&lt;br /&gt;4. my opinion that this guy's opinion about the car is simply a bias one, why? this is how rich and wealthy teramat people would think as they have choices. maybe kelisa is not good enough for the english road, not yet anyway but remember there's always room for improvement. japanese and korean were ridiculed when they first imitated and modified western technology in their own car manufacturing but now their products are everywhere. to malaysian car manufacturer this is only the first step towards success and to that jeremy clarkson guy in spirit of freedom of speech i'd like to say once a penjajah always a penjajah..........to malaysians don't discourage each other, we had enough outside people who do so to us all the time. the last thing that we should do is undermine ourselves which sadly to say kinda inert to us and no wonder very few malaysian doctors kat sini yg successful despite being known to be hardworking and reliable people, don't you think? i'm patriotic after all!!! damn now i'm too excited and angry to sleep!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114313831438178764?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114313831438178764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114313831438178764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/aku-marah.html' title='aku marah!!!.....'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114304258021799243</id><published>2006-03-22T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:39:28.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belilah Barangan Buatan Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/kelisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bad Car" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/kelisa.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/kelisa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bad Car" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/kelisa2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bad Car" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/kelisa4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/kelisa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bad Car" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/kelisa5.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/1600/kelisa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Bad Car" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1947/1784/320/kelisa3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tup-tup... TEST!!! TEST!!! 1... 2... 3... HELLO..... (mic test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belilah wahai umat Barangan Buatan Malaysia !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;JANGAN MALU-MALU!!! JANGAN SEGAN-SEGAN!!! MURAH-MURAH!!!! LELONG-LELONG!!! CEPAT-CEPAT!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nak lagi :::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://paultan.org/archives/2005/12/19/jeremy-clarkson-annihilates-the-perodua-kelisa/"&gt;http://paultan.org/archives/2005/12/19/jeremy-clarkson-annihilates-the-perodua-kelisa/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verdictoncars.com/jsp/vocmain.jsp?lnk=201&amp;model=848&amp;amp;"&gt;http://www.verdictoncars.com/jsp/vocmain.jsp?lnk=201&amp;model=848&amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;description=Perodua%20Kelisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexallied.com/what-the/a-criticism-on-malaysian-car-manufacturers"&gt;http://www.alexallied.com/what-the/a-criticism-on-malaysian-car-manufacturers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisebuyers.co.uk/index.jsp?guide=reviews&amp;page=reviews&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;no"&gt;http://www.wisebuyers.co.uk/index.jsp?guide=reviews&amp;page=reviews&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;no&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=2&amp;make=Perodua&amp;amp;model=Kelisa&amp;amp;revid=848&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114304258021799243?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114304258021799243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114304258021799243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/belilah-barangan-buatan-malaysia.html' title='Belilah Barangan Buatan Malaysia'/><author><name>Desaputra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627404805961946223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114259730321283279</id><published>2006-03-17T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:08:23.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how dare u king kong!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC01931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC01931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114259730321283279?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114259730321283279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114259730321283279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-dare-u-king-kong.html' title='how dare u king kong!!!!'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114265489487421532</id><published>2006-03-17T03:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:46:46.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week to remember ( cewah!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;special thanx to the people who were involved in the ballon blowing session (for once it had a theme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah lame gila aku tak memblog-kan diri , well probably about a month or so , may be more, owing to the absence of activities due to the absence or lacking of certain people associated with abundant-ness of activities. First to leave Cork was Shaznay on a bus bound to Limerick ( 2 weeks) then continuing on in Tralee for another week , then it was Emmarina’s journey back home to Malaysia for a month or so, Paan on the other hand was sent up to some hospital in Navan, while yours truly got what your truly deserved ; 2 week rotation in some kampong in north cork. Funny that after such hype in the weeks preceeding to the departures, we really really did have so much fun and for it to come to a rather sudden and abrupt stop, your truly did need some adjustment. For once, I realised how dependent I was on Shaznay’s cooking skills – it took me almost 30 minutes or so start the bloody cooker ( and bare in mind people, the cooker in house is some brand-less early 80s cooker, NOT the new ones you see in your respective houses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak mintak tolong pawi suruh pasangkan api , malulah pulak, so terpaksalah aku relatively bertungkus-lumus cube pasang api dgn lighter. My problems did not only stop there, negotiating our food cupboard pulak satu hal. Believe me people, our food cupboard IS well stocked. We probably have every single type of seasoning or powder under the sun – even more then kedai FAraj jual ayam tuh. The only problem was that the countless serbuks were not labelled – and for some reason they all look relatively the same and the only distinguishing feature is probably the smell. Nak cari serbuk curry pon payah, lagi lagi aku ni yang jarang masak, call me stupid or what , but on the first day of cooking by myself, I actually had problems identifying the serbuk kari among other serbuks available in our cupboard – tak ingat how the serbuk curry actually smelt like!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my GP attachment was PAIN, excruciating. This was probably due to the single fact that I was sent to some kampong. If the objective was to sent me to some rural area, then they really succeeded in doing so as the village I was sent to was really really RURAL , as in RURAL, RURAL. The soap Coronation Street pon probably has a bigger set then the town I was sent to. My day would start at 1030 and go on till about 630 or so. In between that we would travel to another village about 30 minutes away from the town, were my GP has set up sort of a community clinic for the village. Travelling in his 4WD was indeed an experience and THAT was intresting, as the road was really of rural standards ( read: lecak and lopaks , slit is a norm in those areas) . Throughout the whole experience, I gained valuable knowledge – eg. how to differentiate between a cattle farmer and a horse breeder by body odour. The people of the village were very nice - some thought we were Christian missionaries , other asked whether we were Japanese tourists coming to see cattle ( TO SEE CATTLE, WTF???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;top : breakfast in the morning ( so malaysia), bottom : sri enjoying some turkish delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks in the kampong, I was probably on the verge of suffering from farm-stress. It felt really good to actually set foot again in cork city, to smell some smoke and pollution, and to see those traffic lights. Punyalah gian nak pergi rumah sri , I couldn’t but wait to get home as fast as possible on that day. Sampai-sampai, shaznay tak der kat umah, called him, and said that he was at some bar with Valessa – KONON-KONONlahkan. Later during the day had dinner at Scoozi dengan Emmarina and after that headed to Sri’s house where everyone was there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at agee/uncle house for aqila's party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that those Muslims were planning a surprise birthday gathering at Sri house the next day. And obviously being NAÏVE and VERY innocent indeed your truly fell into the trap macam babi hutan gemuk masuk perangkap&lt;br /&gt;. I must say that I really enjoyed the birthday party, although you guys shouldn’t have &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;awwwwwww...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was really-really great ( honestly I really liked everything) and TO ME THE MOST IMPORTANT THING WAS to have everyone there for that gathering. Pada aku ,having everyone there was more important that the actual birthday . I must say that it was rather a not so ‘smooth month or two’, and the gathering sort of help lighten up things – if I may say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take ages to mention names, so thank you to everyone for the great party ( especially tuan rumah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days was filled with visits to Costa, twice to Istanbul kebab (the Turkish delight is good- betul tak shaz??), a walk down memory lane in UCC, Costa and twice to Smith’s toys to get a present for Aqila . Again, had a gathering at Uncle/Agee’s house for the birthday. Mungkin sebab lame tak ada gathering, everyone was in the mood to pose for the camera. Had a fun taking pictures from all angles, macam-macam posing pon ade. The session probably unleashed the supermodels among everyone ( maklumlah lama tak gather) and also seorang atan. I must say that digital cameras can make people do wonders ( betul tak siti?). At this moment, I have to say I’m churning saliva ( honestly) like a dog as I’m reminiscing about Leia’s orange cake which we had one day which was sooooo-lah sedap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perkara-perkara berbangkit yang lain : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;abe's fart ( to DIE for)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emergence of a new style of camera posing ( the ATAN-look)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how someone nearly froze to death in my house ( sorry!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wings or no wings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;idrus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/blog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fixing aqila princess coupe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well aniways all in all, the week was indeed a great one. The food was great and everyone was there. Time is changing soooooooo-lah fast, that I not did even realise that it has been 4 years since 10/03/2002, and next year it will be 5 years since 10/03/2002, and 5 years after that, I’ll be 30 ( most likely by then I’ll be buncit and fat with cushingoid like facies driving some torn down second hand rimless perodua kacil)- hopefully NOT-lah kan. I can’t see myself in 6 years time, but one thing I have to say is that I’ll definitely remember this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww............tisu tisu ...mane tisu.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114265489487421532?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114265489487421532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114265489487421532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/week-to-remember-cewah.html' title='a week to remember ( cewah!)'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114259496509649839</id><published>2006-03-17T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:29:25.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>org buta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orcc2g2kti0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orcc2g2kti0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114259496509649839?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114259496509649839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114259496509649839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/org-buta.html' title='org buta'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114086784755066155</id><published>2006-02-25T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:53:32.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tudung ker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7zzclnSTrIs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something intresting, what struck me most was the creativity the girls had in creating the video itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;make sure speaker computer on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it does look comical, but the message the video was trying to convey was very clear....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114086784755066155?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114086784755066155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114086784755066155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/tudung-ker.html' title='tudung ker?'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114070560233546750</id><published>2006-02-23T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T06:40:02.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24hr-clock misi bertauliah</title><content type='html'>24hr clock misi bertauliah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys...salam utk semua...&lt;br /&gt;so far alhamdulillah ...i've been out from ampang puteri nearly a week...admitted again 27th,28th,1st,2nd for 4th block of chemo..it seems that abah pun improving. boleh jln dan muscle2 pun dah tumbuh balik...heheh setelah 3 weeks bed bound.&lt;br /&gt;now i know how it feels to be a nurse. not that easy as expected...!! pagi2 dah start amik cebok, ubat gigi, shaver, tuala kecik, berus gigi....cuci..cuci...cuci...bagi sandbag kat abah utk bina muscle2 dia yg atrophy...turun kantin.. belikan mee goreng nagn kuah lontong utk breakfast ( itu pun yg favourite)..basah kan tuala...lap satu badan...&lt;br /&gt;30min kemudian...pakaikan corsett terbalik telentang...siap pakai baju bangunkan abah...tup...tup...consultant pun masuk&lt;br /&gt;bla...bla...blaaa....tolak wheelchair pegi physio...inilaaa time emas for the day...jumpa pakcik2 and makcik2 tua pakai tongkat...borak2. teenagers mmg bnyk tapi takde pun yg hensemmm...kalau ader pun yg patah kakilaa, patah tgnlaa...badan balut ngan PIPlaa lagi teruk ngan besi pun ader...budak2 kecik nangis2 kena pukul dada(chest drainage) and macam2 lagi..&lt;br /&gt;then lunch time start laa misi-misi betul ni masuk ngan troli diorang buat reading..satu ari tuh ader laaa dlm 5-6 kali. masuk ngan muka toya2 lak tuh...al-maklumlaaa ramai yg pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;itu baru sampai tgh ari....cerita akn disambung di edisi seterusnyer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s shaz, mas, leia semua menyepi...where are u and how are u?? adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114070560233546750?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114070560233546750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114070560233546750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/24hr-clock-misi-bertauliah.html' title='24hr-clock misi bertauliah'/><author><name>melur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11945562334764849687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114063109576597894</id><published>2006-02-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:59:10.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>salam dari NAVAN</title><content type='html'>wow, i just realized that this cerita kita blog might as well be cerita aku sorang jer since obviously i'm the only one seems to concern enough to contribute the entry into this blog. come on guys what happen to those other contributors? god knows, besides i don't even have internet access at home and still manage to drop a FEW lines here once in a while. man, i do have a morbid talkative syndrome, if there's no such thing in the world perhaps i'm the first. i'm not surprise having diagnosed by dr. syaznay, currently 5th year medical student soon to be the world known and gifted psychiatrist, to have a hypomania, maybe this is one of the features ain't that right syaz? urgh psych....&lt;br /&gt;well i'm in Navan as i type this. for those who have no clue where it is, get off ur ass and find a map as i have no idea either. all i know it's somewhere in the middle of ireland in co. meath. you will not believed how entertaining it would be really to drive up to this place. i was kept awake by laughing at some of the small towns' names as you go through along the way. how the hell the came up with the name, i don't wanna know and worse how could people survive living there, imagine introducing yourself hi i'm from Cock. what?! yes Cock, there is such place. think born in Tanjung Rambutan was bad enough, i think this one is worse.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would say this but Navan actually quite a nice place, kinda pretty on its own way. yes it feels more like in smalltowns in the UK. the place where i work is okay. relax, too layback really and the people are quite nice. for some reasons i can picture myself actually working here as full time staff. i know i may have loss my mind. as for now i just wanna leave as i'm going to Dublin to aziz's place. traffic probably bad, usually bumper to bumper at this hour in M50 or any roads in city. well at least i can sing as loud as i could since living in the bastard and bitches (B&amp;amp;B) i can't even talk loudly. payback time.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114063109576597894?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114063109576597894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114063109576597894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/salam-dari-navan.html' title='salam dari NAVAN'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-114011800969364347</id><published>2006-02-16T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:28:26.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosh &amp; Siti Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hello friends. Siti and mosh hereby announce the launce of our blogspot which at the moment filled with photos. Feel free to visit and comment at &lt;a href="http://moshsiti.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://moshsiti.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-114011800969364347?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114011800969364347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/114011800969364347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/mosh-siti-blogger.html' title='Mosh &amp; Siti Blogger'/><author><name>Sweetie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09618295321353748406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113996979024952749</id><published>2006-02-14T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:16:30.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession of a confused mind</title><content type='html'>I remember day when I left home, 22 september 1996. I can play it over and over in my head like tape player in fast forward mode. I remember it rather vividly as if it was yesterday, it was in Subang airport. The place was crowded with people, I guess mostly just the relatives and friends of ours, saying some last wisdoms and goodbyes to us, a bunch of 19 year olds sailing to a whole new and different world. It felt back then that this whole thing was such big a deal and it felt like we were leaving the country for good. It was indescribable feelings to me, couldn’t pick any one of them out for sure it was a whole bunch of feelings all thrown into one and happy or excited definitely not one of them. I remember feeling really sad and the thought of being away for whole 6 years in IRELAND of all places didn’t help either. of course it didn’t occur to me that I will be back for summer break. At the time 6 years seem so far away and I was already looking forward to coming back home after graduated in 2002 , different century altogether.&lt;br /&gt;But what happened? It’s 2006 for god’s sake and I’m still here?! What was I thinking? Honestly I can’t even answer that question myself. careerwise? doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere, happiness? Barely, achievements? Don’t even go that way. I guess I’ve been lying to myself for so long as well as living in denial. So far I managed to deceive myself with promising extra qualification which by the way is not even recognized back home, well at least on paper I would be a member of prestigious college of surgeon although in reality I have no operative skills. I thought I had everything planned really well obviously not well enough. On top of that, most recent unfortunate events back home really got me thinking and re-evaluate my priority and reasonings. Frankly I’m lost. Miserable and sad. Same kind of feelings I felt when leaving home almost a decade ago I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh!!!! how could this happened? How could it get so wrong ? and Where do I go from here? i'm a mess.....................................sigh &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/confuse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113996979024952749?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113996979024952749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113996979024952749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/confession-of-confused-mind.html' title='confession of a confused mind'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113986043363810165</id><published>2006-02-13T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:29:07.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>isteri si pengembara masa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/The_Time_T_m860614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/The_Time_T_m860614.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never before i read a romance or love storybook but this one really hit me as one of the best written book i ever read. started off as 2 of my friends who actually kept going on and on talking how good and touching the story was. i finally gave in and borrowed the book from Mas who expectantly one of those 2 book fans. just wanted to see what the hype was about but it wasn't until 3 weeks after i borrowed the book that i started reading it. i was locked outside abe and sri's house this one fine thursday afternoon right after we said our goodbyes to Ema who was going home that very day. i was in my own car by myself while the rest of the guys in Sri's and thought we wanted to go downtown. unfortunately my phone battery went dead which was quite unusual i must say to happen to me. so as i don't remember any of those guys' number except leia and syaz, well syaz's phone doesn't really count as it is as if almost cease to function or even exist, i decided to wait for those people at Sri's house. i mean outside the house since i was thinking they will be coming back home soon anyway. i went across to Aji and Uncle's place in case they're home at least i can get quite a protection from the cold weather, talking about bad luck, they were also out. left me no choice but to stay in my own car. to kill the time while i was in my car, shivering in the cold i saw the book i was talking about earlier. might as well i read it rather than feeling sorry for myself on how today was such a bad day for me. 'TIME TRAVELLER'S WIFE' written on the cover, somehow it gave me the impression that it was based on the 50's. little that i know that in the next few days i was hooked on this storybook, worse than when i saw the korean drama siries 'ONLY YOU'. for some reasons after i read the first paragraph i was practically spellbound by the words and style of the storytelling. this Audrey lady whose last name i could never pronounce nor memorise the spelling is such a great writer. her writing was so captivating and the story was even better. i could feel the joy, the suffering, the pain, the magic and dilemma these 2 main characters had to go through all their lives. maybe my overly imaginative mind had made this more lively than others who read the book could imagine nevertheless i'm glad that my mind did that. it was a story about life built on true love with a little sci-fi thrown in it, although it involved different time periods, places and different ages of same person somehow never that i feel confused while reading it.in my humble opinion to say the story was good is such an understatement, to me it was an excellent story written in the best possible way of telling the tale, having said that i'm neither a book critic nor good at judging anything at all. for once it changed my view that love story is just for chicks and sentimental dreamers then again this is not just an ordinary love story. wish i had the book with me as a few lines i like to quote. right now as some knows that they're making a movie out of this book, i just hope it does the novel justice ........... although i said i didn't cry at the end of the book, i didn't lie indeed, i was just a bit tearful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113986043363810165?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113986043363810165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113986043363810165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/isteri-si-pengembara-masa.html' title='isteri si pengembara masa'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113974988387928864</id><published>2006-02-12T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T05:12:15.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Waaa!!!!!Sial betullah nasib aku nie! Memang masin mulut Mas! Syaz kena pergi Tralee hari ni! Attachment E&amp;amp;T. I can't believe it!Baru je Syaz nak settle down kat home sweet home. Baru je unpack barang2 lepas 2 minggu kat Limerick!Dah kena packing semula. Nasib baik ada E+Ariri kat Tralee. Mampus aku pening kepala naik bas ke Tralee. Takutnya aku! Muntah dalam baslah jawabnya. Baru ingat nak releks2 arini. Nak pegi umah Sri nak lepak2 dan makan Irish breakfast (hehe...)nak masak Strawberry tart ngan Sri (dia mengidamlah plak kan?) Kesian Mas...baru nak ada teman. Belum lagi sempat kitorang masak2 macam dulu2! Baru nak plan nak pegi Tesco nak beli barang2 rumah nak masak2 ke ape ke...aduh sedey nye aku. Holiday lagi aku nampaknye. Holiday jubo taik kate oghang ganu! Eheh...Sri dah sampai pun. Afiq takde Abe jaga. Kesian Sri, hari ni dia emotional skit. Dia sedih pasal arwah bapak Puchow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, Syaz ada lagi 5 jam untuk enjoy dengan Sri dan Mas dan Afiq yang comel. babai Afiq! Jumpa Uncle Syaz minggu depanlah jawabnya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113974988387928864?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113974988387928864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113974988387928864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is this for real?!'/><author><name>coffeeaddicts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937854163670097636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113957375159928531</id><published>2006-02-10T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:15:51.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt; of the week :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengok AWAN for the 2nd time ( NEVER and NEVER,  WILL I EVER BE SURGEON)- at least this time ada awanlah jugakkan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;korek bontot orang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met a man with an enlarged testis ( never have i seen something THAT big , other than mine-lah, wekekeke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113957375159928531?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113957375159928531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113957375159928531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/lalalala.html' title='lalalala....'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113900888048245709</id><published>2006-02-03T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:21:20.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no. 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/Picture%20026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/Picture%20026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/DSCN3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/Picture%20026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/pic32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/pic32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/Picture%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/Picture%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/1600/Picture%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/Picture%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5605/1743/320/Picture%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113900888048245709?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113900888048245709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113900888048245709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-39.html' title='no. 39'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113892003737923896</id><published>2006-02-02T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:40:37.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>39 seana mhuileann ..... R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/1600/DSC01512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC01512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29 January 2006 marked the end of the era of ema’s crib hence our own hang out place. life has its own cruel way to torture us and this is one of them by taking away our house of hedonistic. Ema how could you!!!!!! Well the show must go on so we all kinda chipped in packing up her stuffs, cleaning the place and make sure that she got everything with her, then again we all know Ema. Throughout the whole ordeal we kinda reminisced the good time we had together and how we gonna miss it, subconsciously this small apartment had such a big impact and history to us all. Hard to explain in words but somehow I had this weird feeling that things going to change from now on. Believe it or not she was there for only 6 months but it feels like she had been living there for at least a year, for some reasons I feel more at lost than herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC01514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 5 cars to move her belongings to the new place and as usual the whole thing couldn’t go on without any drama. This one was no exception. Well Ema’s 32” Sony widescreen tv has its own stand and it had a glass shelf. This glass was removable. So we basically finished loading up the whole things into the cars and ready to rock. Leia’s car responsible for transferring the tv and was in the parking ground which needed the swipe card to get out of the lot. The remaining of the cars were outside. Here went the first car with the tv followed by the rest. For some reasons the tiny stretch road out of the apartment were filled with shattered glass as if there were cars accident which windscreens just broke into pieces. It was only at the new house when we realized that the shattered glass was indeed the glass partition of Ema’s tv stand. Turns out that the one who shouldn’t be named put the glass on the bonnet’s roof of Leia’s car intended to pick it up again and put it into the car, unfortunately….yes he forgot and no one including the driver saw it until it went off the bonnet’s roof onto the road when the car was moving. Hence the shattered glass on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/1720/320/DSC01510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there were 9 adults and 2 toddlers altogether and imagine the commotion we made when we arrived at the new house, it made the next door neighbour stepped out of the house checking on us, hell it even took zariena by surprise as well (Ema’s new housemate). Gosh felt like hari raya when the whole family come together and being the most noisy house in the neighbourhood. Was fun and the foods were good as well. At the end we had to leave Emarina to settle at her new house and some gotta go to work the next day so we called it a night besides I gotta go back to Limerick that very night. So there it was the end of 39 seana mhuileann apt……may it rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113892003737923896?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113892003737923896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113892003737923896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/39-seana-mhuileann-rip.html' title='39 seana mhuileann ..... R.I.P'/><author><name>rajunatapa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14640456043132871834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17734820.post-113862136562541862</id><published>2006-01-30T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:42:45.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku marah!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AKu tulis dalam blog nie sebab aku nak marah. Kemape aku marah ? Baik jer aku cerita sebab kalau simpan simpan tak guna pon, tak kenape. Tak pernah lagi aku rase insulted , KECEWA DAN SEDIH sebegini teruk sekali. Actually lebih sedih berbanding dengan kecewa.  Dalam banyak-banyak bende yang terjadi , selame ini aku simpan dalam hati aku , tak pernahlah aku rase seteruk nie, and aku ingatkan akan reda , tapi marah aku tak reda-reda gak sampai pagi nie.  SO aku rase baiklah aku luahkan!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai hati ko buat aku macam nie, selame nie aku percaya kat ko , ko buat aku macam nie. PEcah hati aku. Sekeras-keras hati aku pon , tapi kalau sampai macam nie ko buat kat aku , hati mane yang tak pecah kan ??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dah macam-macam aku cube nak buat , nak tolong ko , tapi ko tetap buat aku macam nie, okaylah , tak pelah , kalau macam nie lah its gonna be, then aku tak kisah , sebab bukan aku yang pilih haluan nie, KO YANG PILIH !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND AKU NAK KO INGAT, lepas nie, antara kita sudah tak der ape ape, senang tak payah susah-susah, biarlah aku dengan aku nyer hidup, and ko dengan hidup ko !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TAPI SERIUS , AKU INSULTED giler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OHHHH!!! IPOD KU , kenape ko buat aku macam nie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kenapelah engkau pergi meninggalkanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ADAKAH aku tidak menjagamu dengan baik ? adalah aku tidak membelaimu dengan baik !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KENAPE tibe tibe malam semalam engkau tidak mahu 'on'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BERKali-kali aku cube resusitate mu , usahkan CPR,  malah shock pon aku bagimu dengan harapan engkau akan kembali hidup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi apakan daya, manusia merancang , TUHAN yang menentukannyer, engkau pergi meninggakanku............aku PASRAH DENGANMU WAHAI IPOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;walaupunku terasa insult, setiap memoriku dengan mu akan ku ingati setiap hari malah saat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MEmori ketika aku berjalan ke hospital tiap tiap pagi denganmu masih segar di ingatan.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane abe akan mati kalau tiada PS'snyer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane Sri akan pengsan kalau wedgewoodnyer pecah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane SYAz akan PMS  kalau tiada rokok, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane Leia will never get out of the house without makeup, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam emma rapat dengan EOIN'nyer , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane paan akan jadi gila kalau tidak boleh nyanyi for a day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane e and ariri rindu kat si comel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam mane siti K akan psychotic kalau tiada brown thomas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;macam itulah jugak aku dengan mu wahai ipodku!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mungkin tiada rezeki, or its just pure bad luck , or skrang nie mungkin musim bende-bende elektronik buat palat? ( taklah sebab sejuk kot)-ps refer to the entry kat bawah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well aniway , aku merelakan engkau pergi wahai ipod, pergilah mu , satu hari nanti  , kita bersua semua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-sekian -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ikhlas tapi jauh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;abang mas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;30 zulhijjah 1426&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17734820-113862136562541862?l=ceritakita2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113862136562541862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17734820/posts/default/113862136562541862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakita2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/aku-marah.html' title='aku marah!!!!'/><author><name>mimahamooth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09998245243001179847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
