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color: green;"&gt;'HIDUP KITA CUMA  DI DALAM 3 HARI: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;Semalam ~ Sudah menjadi sejarah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;Hari Ini ~ Apa yang  sedang Kita lakukan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;Esok ~ Hari yang belum pasti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;Hisablah Hari  pertama semoga Hari yang kedua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;Kita lebih baik kerana mungkin ajal Kita pada  Hari yang kedua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;HIDUP CUMA DALAM 2 NAFAS:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Nafas Naik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Nafas Turun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Hargailah Nafas yang naik kerana udara  yang disedut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Adalah pemberian Allah secara percuma Dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Carilah  keredhaan~Nya dalam menggunakannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Bertaubatlah dalam Nafas yang kedua  kerana mungkin itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Nafas yang terakhir keluar dari tubuh bersama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Nyawa  Dan roh untuk meninggalkan dunia yang fana ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;HIDUP CUMA ADA 2 PILIHAN  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Hidup dalam keredhaan Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="NL"&gt;Hidup dalam kemurkaan  Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="NL"&gt;HIDUP YANG ABADI CUMA ADA 2 TEMPAT : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="NL"&gt;Kekal di dalam neraka.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="NL"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Kekal di dalam syurga.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Ingatlah kecelakaan neraka itu amat mengerikan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Dan Kita hanya  diyakinkan oleh keyakinan Kita kepada rukun IMAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Rukun Iman itu pula Ada 6  Dan apabila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Hilang salah satu daripadanya maka hilanglah IA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Kelazatan Dan kesejahteraan syurga itu maha HEBAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Tidak terduga  oleh fikiran Kita Dan untuk mendapatkannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Terjemahkan rukun ISLAM yang 5  itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Dan puncaknya adalah SOLAT .. . Amat sukar untuk dipercayai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Bagi  yang ingin ke SYURGA tetapi tidak bersolat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Umpama seorang yang mahu menaiki  kapal terbang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Tetapi tidak mempunyai boarding pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Dan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;mereka yang sengaja  melalaikan solat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Umpama mengeposkan sepucuk surat tanpa melekatkan setem ..  . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Apabila ditanya bagaimana  surat itu akan sampai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Pada penerimanya .. . Lalu dia pun berkata  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Setemnya akan dihantar kemudian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Ada 2 penyelesaian dalam  kes ini : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Dia mungkin didenda .. . Atau, suratnya masuk tong sampah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Oleh itu, tidakkah Kita semestinya bersyukur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Atas segala nikmat yang  Allah kurniakan kepada Kita .. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Sekurang-kurangnya Allah telah memberi  udara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Secara percuma untuk Kita berzikir mengingati~Nya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Setiap detik Dan  ketika, hinggalah Kita kembali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Kepada Allah dalam keadaan jiwa yang tenang  .. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Lalu masuk ke dalam syurga dalam keadaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Kita redha Dan Allah  meredhai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;Semoga Kita semua berbahagia + sejahtera senantiasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="PT"&gt;.. .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Di dunia jua di akhirat  kelak serta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;Di dalam rahmat Allah s.w.t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: green;" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-272228695364667291?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/272228695364667291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=272228695364667291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/272228695364667291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/272228695364667291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/03/hidup-3-hari-2-nafas.html' title='HIDUP = 3 HARI + 2 NAFAS'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-400955908131077532</id><published>2008-03-27T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:27:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surah Al-Ikhlas (QulhuwaALLAHu Ahad) Jangan Terlepas Mengamalkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ASSALAMUALAIKUM, * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;*LUANGKAN MASA ANDA SELAMA 15 - 20 MINIT UNTUK MENGETAHUI APAKAH MESEJ  YANG DISAMPAIKAN SEBELUM ANDA KATAKAN TIDAK BERMINAT ATAU TIDAK PERCAYA. TETAPI  ANDA JANGAN BUANG RISALAH INI SEBALIKNYA BERIKAN KEPADA SAUDARA ISLAM KITA YANG  LAIN KERANA MEREKA MUNGKIN SANGAT MEMERLUKANNYA. TERIMA KASIH.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;WASSALAM. *  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt; * &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;KEHEBATAN SURAH AL-IKHLAS&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;*  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;1.'Au  zubillah himinashsyaitan nirrajim.. bismillahirrahmanni rrahim'&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Tafsirannya:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Aku  berlindung dengan Allah daripada syaitan yang direjam, Allah yang Maha Pemurah  lagi Maha Mengasihani.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Bacalah ayat ini sebelum anda memulakan apa-apa saja kerja kerana dengan  bacaan ini akan keluarlah iblis dan syaitan yang berada didalam tubuh kita dan  juga di sekeliling kita, mereka akan berlari keluar umpama cacing  kepanasan.Sebelum anda masuk rumah, bacalah ayat di atas,kemudian bacalah surah  Al-Ikhlas (iaitu ayat: Qulhuwallahu ahad. Allahussamad. Lamyalid walam yu-lad.  walam yakul lahu kufuwan ahad.) sebanyak 3 kali.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;2. Masuklah rumah  dengan kaki kanan dan dengan membaca bismillah. Berilah salam kepada anggota  rumah dan sekiranya tiada orang di rumah berilah salam kerana malaikat rumah  akan menyahut &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Amalkanlah bersolat kerana salam pertama (ianya  wajib) yang diucapkan pada akhir solat akan membantu kita menjawab persoalan  kubur. Apabila malaikat memberi salam, seorang yang jarang bersolat akan sukar  menjawab salam tersebut. Tetapi bagi mereka yang kerap bersolat, amalan daripada  salam yang diucap di akhir solat akan menolongnya menjawab salam malaikat itu.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;3.  Diriwayatkan oleh Iman Bukhari sabda Nabi Muhammad s.a.w :&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;'Barang siapa membaca Qul huwa'llahu ahad 100,000 kali maka sesungguhnya  ia telah menebus dirinya dari Allah, maka menyeru yang menyeru dari pihak Allah  di langit dan di bumi. Kusaksikan bahwa si fulan iti telah menjadi pemendekaan  Allah sesungguhnya ia adalah pemerdekaan dari sisi Allah, Sesungguhnya ia adalah  pemerdekaan dari neraka'. Inilah yang dinamakan membaca Qulhua'llah ahad satu  hatam yaitu 100,000 kali dengan diwiridkan seberapa ribu kesanggupan kita  sehari. ** &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;4.Sabda Rasulullah S.A.W yang bermaksud:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Barangsiapa membaca surah Al-Ikhlas sewaktu sakit sehingga dia meninggal  dunia, maka dia tidak akan membusuk di dalam kuburnya, akan selamat dia dari  kesempitan kuburnya dan para malaikat akan membawanya dengan sayap mereka  melintasi titian siratul mustaqim lalu menuju ke syurga. (Demikian diterangkan  dalam Tadzikaratul Qurthuby). Rasulullah SAW pernah bertanya sebuah teka-teki  kepada umatnya Siapakah antara kamu yang dapat khatam Qur'an dalam jangkamasa  dua-tiga minit? Tiada seorang dari sahabatnya yang menjawab. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Malah Saiyidina  Ummar telah mengatakan bahawa ianya mustahil untuk mengatam Qur'an dalam begitu  cepat. Kemudiannya Saiyyidina Ali mengangkat tangannya. Saiyidina Ummar bersuara  kepada Saiyidina Ali bahawa Saiyidina Ali (yang sedang kecil pada waktu  itu)tidak tahu apa yang dikatakannya itu. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Lantas Saiyidina  Ali membaca surah Al-Ikhlas tiga kali. Rasulullah SAW menjawab dengan mengatakan  bahawa Saiyidina Ali betul. Membaca surah Al-Ikhlas sekali ganjarannya sama  dengan membaca 10 jus kitab Al-Quran. Lalu dengan membaca surah Al-Ikhlas  sebanyak tiga kali qatamlah Quran kerana ianya sama dengan membaca 30 jus  Al-Quran. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;5.  Berkata Ibnu Abbas r.a. bahawa Rasulullah SAW telah bersabda:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Ketika saya (Rasulullah SAW) israk ke  langit, maka saya telah melihat Arasy di atas 360,000 sendi dan jarak jauh  antara satu sendi ke satu sendi ialah 300,000 tahun perjalanan. Pada tiap-tiap  sendi itu terdapat padang sahara sebanyak 12,000 dan luasnya setiap satu padang  sahara itu seluas dari timur hingga ke barat. Pada setiap padang sahara itu  terdapat 80,000 malaikat yang mana kesemuanya membaca surah Al-Ikhlas. Setelah  mereka selesai membaca surah tersebut maka berkata mereka: Wahai Tuhan  kami,sesungguhnya pahala dari bacaan kami ini kami berikan kepada orang yang  membaca surah Al-Ikhlas baik ianya lelaki mahupun perempuan. **  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Sabda  Rasulullah SAW lagi:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;6.  Demi Allah yang jiwaku ditanganNya, sesungguhnya Qul Huwallahu Ahadu itu  tertulis di sayap malaikat Jibrail a.s, Allahhus Somad itu tertulis di sayap  malaikat Mikail a.s, Lamyalid walam yuulad tertulis pada sayap malaikat Izrail  a.s, Walam yakullahu kufuwan ahadu tertulis pada sayap malaikat Israfil  a.s.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Siapa membaca surah  Fatihah, al-ikhlas, al-falaq, and an-annas setiap satu sebanyak 7 kali selepas  solat jumaat, nescaya terpelihara dari perkara keji dan segala bala hinggalah ke  jumaat yang berikiutnya. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Jika  dibaca 3 surah ini al-ikhlas, al-falaq and an-nass pagi dan petang nescaya tidak  mengalami apa-apa kesusahan.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Nota&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;Jika  sekiranya kawan-kawan ingin mengumpul saham akhirat, sampaikanlah ilmu ini  kepada kawan2 yang lain. Sepertimana sabda Rasulullah SAW 'Sampaikanlah  pesananku walaupun satu ayat'. Sesungguhnya apabila matinya seseorang anak Adam  itu, hanya 3 perkara yang akan dibawanya bersama : &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;1)  Sedekah/amal jariahnya&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;2)  Doa anak-anaknya yang soleh&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial Narrow" size="4"&gt;3)  Ilmu yang bermanfaat yang disampaikannya kepada orang lain. *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-400955908131077532?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/400955908131077532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=400955908131077532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/400955908131077532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/400955908131077532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/03/surah-al-ikhlas-qulhuwaallahu-ahad.html' title='Surah Al-Ikhlas (QulhuwaALLAHu Ahad) Jangan Terlepas Mengamalkan'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-6577163812274199821</id><published>2008-03-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:22:40.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partay Parthaay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you all know that I have been ENGAGED to Mrs. Nacatus a.k.a. Normala my fiancee (malu tersipu2), we hosted an Engagement Party to celebrate the ENGAGEMENT with friends and people who are close to us. The details of the party are as follows.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R91TtgoKCEcAAEo3Pjk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R91TtgoKCEcAAEo3Pjk1/Eng%20Party%20Inv%20copy.JPG?et=aYe1ydV2HOS2RTDW%2B2s96A&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, if you couldn't read it:&lt;br&gt;Date: Saturday, 15th March&lt;br&gt;Venue: The Palm by Saffron, Kiulap&lt;br&gt;Time: 7pm-11pm&lt;br&gt;Dress code: Smart casual &amp; Pretty Dresses&lt;br&gt;Inclusive of dinner buffet, cake.bla bla bla... swimming pool.. bla bla. band performance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yea, the story from the beginning. Mala and I also did prepared for this party since the time when we wanted to get engaged. We've searched for a nice place to host the party and planned the things lah. We bought decorations, made the decorations, get the gifts for all the guests, everything we did our own lah. Except we didn't cook the food of course. Hehe.. We did a last minute preparation for the party on last Thursday and Friday because we have been very busy to make our Engagement Ceremony a perfect one and then we needed to rest for few days first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The preparations that we've made for the party was the decorations and some message cards etc etc. I spent my whole night to make the Banner for the party whereas Mala did the gifts part.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;During the afternoon before the party, we went to The Palm to prepare for the party and to decorate the place. It was my first time to do this sort of stuff. I mean hosting a party. So I was really excited yet NERVOUS. The feeling was cool when the restaurant was closed only for us to deco the place and only for our party. Haha.. No customers were allowed to go in. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhoooo.. we decorated the place like around 2.30ish pm till 6,30ish pm..which was IT WAS 30 MINS LEFT FOR THE PARTY!! Shoot I was in a rush to take a shower and get ready. Luckily, I'm dealing with Bruneians. We are always late for things. haha.. biasa lerr~ I know my people. So anyway, the bands were also there during those decorating time. They were preparing the equipments and all sort of things that they are going to use. Bla bla bla.. Telling the story of the decorating is boring huh? Can't wait for the fun part? hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got dressed in a black smart shirt with black pants and black suit with a pink tie........AND A FLIP FLOPS!! HAHAH.. I forgot to bring my shoes. So I have to asked my brother &amp; cousin to bring my shoe for me. Went back to The Palm and I saw Mimi from a far. She had just arrived and then I found that Cibui (the photographer) and 2-3 of the band's people already came.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basically 7pm-8pm was the time when people came lah. Luckily my shoe arrived by 7.30ish. Haha.. Anyway, I was really feeling nervous BUT excited!! Oooo ooo~~~ While I was sitting outside the Palm Cigar-ing with my brother, my Queen of my heart came with her Pink Pretty dress with black design on it. Wearing heels and permed hair. She was really really really REAAHEHEHEHEHEHEHLLLY GORGEOUS AND BEAUTIFUL AND CUTE AND ELEGANT!!! Hehe.. I was mesmerized by her. And then people continues kept on arriving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh ooo~~ I also gave out chocolate flavor Cigars to smokers and it felt really cool when i took out the cigar from my inside pocket of my suit. hahah.. I felt like a Godfather. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The party started by performance by A Band Once. While they were playing their songs, people still kept on coming and we greeted people and people greeted us. Talk and talk and talk. By 8.30pm, I walked up to the mic and say my greetings to all who came and asked people to start eating the dinner while listening to the performance by A Band Once.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next, while eating and enjoying our time, i still greet people and check out whether they are fine or not. Mala and I are the host, so we need to know and keep people entertained and enjoyed their time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The 2nd band to perform was Divine Intervention. After they played a few songs, I had to pause for the Cutting The Cake Session. The funny part was when my uncle sang birthday song. Haha.. that was really funny. Anyway, back to the story, after cutting the cake, the band continued playing their songs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Divine Intervention played Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight and I walked up to Mala, opened my right hand and gave her the sign "can i have this dance". Slowly pulled her hand and lead her to the centre of the place and slow danced with her. I can see her blushing and happy teary face. So I hugged her and tell her the 3 magic word =) People was wooooing and cheering and everything lah~~ What a nice feeling that time. I felt so romantic. Hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Next, A Band Once was on stage again to perform 2 songs. 2 special songs for us. Featuring, The Engaged Couple!!! YES!! Mala and I sang!! Haha.. We sang our favorite song. A song by Tristan Prettyman featuring Jason Mraz (my man!! woohoo) - Shy That Way. Haha.. I love the song. And I think people liked it too. The 2nd song was a song by 311-Love song. I sang that song again for Mala. Hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That was the main act of the night. Hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I couldn't explain how I felt during that but I like the feeling It was mixtures of excitement, love, fun, romance, a lil nervous btw &amp; THE VERY BESTEST FEELING OF ALL!! Hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was almost 10pm already and some people already left the place. The last performance was by 3 Act Tragedies. The champion of the Brunei Famous Band. I really like them. They ROCK!! haha.. Aaaanyway.. They played rock songs. Its time to party now. No more sentimental sentimental. They played, MCR's I Don't Love You, 30SecToMars - The Kill (MY FAV SONG!!) and etc etc lah.. During this time, Mala and I spent most of our time as a model (eyseh men). I mean, the photographer took our picture here and there. And also saying good byes to those who came who was about to leave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The party ended around 11pm and finishing performance of 3 songs by The Divine Intervention. The party was really a great one!! No I am not just saying it. I really felt MAGNIFICENT (LOL at the word) and it really was a great one lah because I could feel it really was. I could see it from people's faces and they way how they enjoyed their time. I hope it wouldn't last =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last but not least, Mala and I wanna take this opportunity to thank to those people who came, (order of names are by their seats).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mimi and Jeff&lt;br&gt;Ks, Qilah, Azriana, Alma, Amir, &amp; Pei Sia&lt;br&gt;Muiz, Nina, Haszmie, Sepol,&lt;br&gt;Hadri &amp; the gf, Alai &amp; the Gf,&lt;br&gt;Jung Seng, Amin, Lina, Ryan&lt;br&gt;Mai &amp; Laila&lt;br&gt;Yulia and her friend&lt;br&gt;Bebe, Juwita, Idah,&lt;br&gt;Ka Rahmat &amp; Dini&lt;br&gt;Fadhlil &amp; Sabrina, Ajeez and the 2 girls,&lt;br&gt;Fau &amp; Sister&lt;br&gt;Kawan Si Minah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Special Thanks to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Families&lt;br&gt;Awi,B. Elmo, Uda Najib &amp; the girl, Hadi (helped decorating the place),&lt;br&gt;Minglee and Sharol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BFFs&lt;br&gt;Zanna,Far &amp; Shahrin&lt;br&gt;AzimDyjie, ZiziErnny,Minah (they helped decorating the place)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gratitude for their performance to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Band Once they are,&lt;br&gt;Shafiq, Izzat, Pijul, Khai, Adi, Sepol, maybe Padil if he were to be there and also Shaf's Dad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Divine Intervention&lt;br&gt;Sai, Al, etc etc.. sorry inda ingat nama.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3 Act Tragedies:&lt;br&gt;Sharib, etc etc, i didn't get their names&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you also to Robert the manager of The Palm and his waiter/ress and cook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We really appreciate you all for coming to the party and making the party one hella good party!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I, Syazwan, wanna say thank you to the very super much to my fiancee for being such a wonderful person who came into my life. You are the best thing that ever happen to me and I am glad it did and still goes on. You are the love of my life and you are all i got. Again, thanks for everything that you have given to me and endlessly I appreciate you. 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Mungkin terkedu. Adakah pendengarannya kian  kabur lantaran usianya yang kian beranjak. Adakah dialog tadi hanya  dilafazkan di dalam TV, sementelah TV juga dipasang. Tapi, ahh bukanlah. TV  sedang menayangkan iklan Sunsilk, mustahil sudah ada siri baru iklan Sunsilk?  Dia menghela nafas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;panjang. Dia memandang sekali imbas wajah Asraf Mukmin,  kemudian tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Meletakkan kain yang telah siap dilipat di tepi,  bangun lantas menuju ke dapur. Langkahnya diatur tenang. Segelas air sejuk  diteguk perlahan. Kemudian dia ke bilik Balqis, Sumayyah, Fatimah.  Rutin hariannya, mencium puteri-puterinya sebelum dia masuk tidur.  Dahulu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;semasa puterinya kecil lagi, rutin itu dilakukan dengan suaminya.  Kini, anak-anak kian beranjak remaja. Kemudian, dia menjenguk bilik putera  bujangnya yang berdua, si kembar, Solehin dan Farihin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pengabisannya  dia kembali kepada suaminya. Asraf Mukmin hanya diam, membatu diri. Dia amat  mengenali isterinya. Jodoh yang diatur keluarga hampir 16 tahun yang lepas  menghadiahkan dia sebuah keluarga yang bahagia, Aliyah adalah ikon isteri  solehah. Namun, kehadiran Qistina, gadis genit yang menjawat jawatan pembantu  tadbir kesetiausahaan di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jabatannya benar-benar membuatkan dia  lemah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kau mampu Asraf, dengan gaji kau. Aku rasa kau mampu untuk beri  makan 2 keluarga," sokongan Hanif, teman sepejabat menguatkan lagi  hujah apabila dia berdepan dengan Aliyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Abang Asraf, Qis tak kisah.  Qis sanggup bermadu jika itu yang ditakdirkan. Bimbinglah Qis,  Qis perlukan seseorang yang mampu memimpin Qis," masih  terngiang-ngiang bicara lunak Qis. Akhir-akhir ini, panas rasanya punggung  dia di rumah. Pagi-pagi, selesai solat subuh, cepat-cepat dia bersiap  untuk ke pejabat. Tidak seperti kelaziman, dia akan bersarapan  berjemaah bersama isteri dan anak-anak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aduhai, penangan Qis gadis  kelahiran bumi Kenyalang benar-benar menjerat hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Abang, Aliyah  setuju dengan permintaan abang. Tapi, Aliyah nak berjumpa dengan wanita tu,"  Lembut dan tenang sayup-sayup suara isterinya. Dia tahu, Aliyah bukan seorang  yang panas baran. Aliyah terlalu sempurna, baik tetapi ahh hatinya kini  sedang mengilai wanita yang jauh lebih muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bawa dia ke sini,  tinggalkan dia bersama Aliyah selama 1 hari saja, boleh?" pelik benar  permintaan isterinya. Hendak dipengapakan apakah buah hatinya itu? Namun,  tanpa sedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dia menganguk, tanda setuju. Sebab, dia yakin isterinya tidak  akan melakukan perkara yang bukan-bukan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan hakikatnya dia seharusnya  bersyukur. Terlalu bersyukur. Kalaulah isterinya itu wanita lain, alamatnya  perang dunia meletus lah jawabnya. Melayanglah periuk belanga. Ehhh,  itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;zaman dulu-dulu. Zaman sekarang ni,isteri-isteri lebih bijak.  Teringat dia kisah seorang tentera yang disimbah dengan asid,  gara-gara menyuarakan keinginan untuk menambah cawangan lagi satu.  Kecacatan seumur hidup diterima sebagai hadiah sebuah perkahwinan yang  tidak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sempat dilangsungkan. Dan dia, hanya senyuman daripada  Aliyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Apa, nak suruh Qis jumpa dengan isteri abang," terjegil bulat  mata Qis yang berwarna hijau. "Kak Aliyah yang minta," masih lembut  dia memujuk Qis. "Biar betul, apa dia nak buat dengan Qis?" "Takutlah Qis,  silap haribulan dia bunuh Qis!" terkejut Asraf Mukmin. "Percayalah  Qis, Aliyah bukan macam tu orangnya. abang dah lama hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dengannya. abang  faham," Qistina mengalih pandangannya. Mahu apakah bakal madunya  berjumpa dengannya? Dia sering disogokkan dengan pelbagai cerita isteri  pertama membuli isteri kedua. Heh, ini Qistina lah. Jangan haraplah jika  nak membuli aku. Desis hati kecil Qistina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hari ini genap seminggu Qistina  bercuti seminggu. Seminggu jugalah dia merindu. Puas dicuba untuk menghubungi  Qistina, namun tidak berjaya.Rakan serumah menyatakan mereka sendiri tidak  mengetahui ke mana Qistina pergi. Genap seminggu juga peristiwa dia  menghantar Qistina untuk ditemuduga oleh Aliyah. Sedangkan dia diminta oleh  Aliyah bermunajat di Masjid Putra. Di masjid itu, hatinya  benar-benar terusik. Sekian lamanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dia tidak menyibukkan dirinya dengan  aktiviti keagamaan di masjid Putra. Dulu, sebelum dia mengenali Qistina,  saban malam dia akan bersama dengan Aliyah serta nak-anaknya, berjemaah  dengan kariah masjid. Kemudian menghadiri majlis kuliah agama. Membaca  AlQuran secara bertaranum itu adalah kesukaannya. Namun, lenggok Qistina  melalaikannya. Haruman Qistina memudarkan bacaan taranumnya. Hatinya  benar-benar sunyi. Sunyi dengan tasbih, tasmid yang sering dilagukan.  Seharian di Masjid Putra, dia cuba mencari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dirinya, Asraf Mukmin yang  dulu. Asraf Mukmin anak Imam Kampung Seputih. Asraf Mukmin yang asyik dengan  berzanji. Menitis air matanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hatinya masih tertanya-tanya, apakah yang  telah terjadi pada hari itu. Aliyah menunaikan tanggungjawabnya seperti  biasa. Tiada kurangnya layanan Aliyah. Mulutnya seolah-olah terkunci untuk  bertanya hal calon madu Aliyah. bret bret... sms menjengah masuk ke kantung  inbox hensetnya. "Qis minta maaf. Qis bukan pilihan terbaik untuk abang  jadikan isteri. Qis tidak sehebat kak Aliyah. Qis perlu jadikan diri Qis  sehebatnya untuk bersama abang," Dibawah hensetnya, ada sekeping sampul  besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;************ ********* *********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kepada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asraf  Mukmin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Suami yang tersayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asraf Mukmin diburu kehairanan.  Sampul berwarna cokelat yang hampir saiz dengan A4 itu dibuka  perlahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dengan Nama Allah Yang Maha Pemurah Lagi Maha Pengasihani,  Salam sejahtera buat suami yang tercinta, moga redhaNya sentiasa  mengiringi jejak langkahmu. Abang yang dikasihi,Genap seminggu sesi  temuduga yang Aliyah jalankan pada Qistina. Terima kasih kerana abang  membawakan Aliyah seorang calon madu yang begitu cantik. Di sini Aliyah  kemukakan penilaian Aliyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Dengan ukuran badan ala-ala model, ia  memang mengalahkan Aliyah yang sudah tidak nampak bentuk badan. Baju-bajunya  memang mengikut peredaran zaman. Tapi, Aliyah sayangkan abang. Aliyah tak  sanggup abang diheret ke neraka kerana menanggung dosa. Sedangkan dosa  abang sendiri pun, masih belum termampu untuk dijawab di akhirat  sana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;apatah lagi abang nak menggalas dosa org lain. Aliyah  sayangkan abang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Aliyah ada mengajak dia memasak. Memang pandai  dia masak, apatah lagi western food. Tapi, liyah sayangkan abang. Aliyah tahu  selera abang hanya pada lauk pauk kampung. Tapi tak tahulah pula  Aliyah kalau-kalau selera abang sudah berubah. Tapi, Aliyah masih ingat  lagi, masa kita sekeluarga singgah di sebuah restoran western food,  abang muntahkan semua makanan western food tu. Lagi satu, anak-anak  kita semuanya ikut selera ayah mereka. kasihan nanti, tak makan lah  pula anak-anak kita. Aliyah sayangkan abang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Aliyah ada mengajak  dia solat berjemaah. Kelam kabut dibuatnya. Aliyah minta dia jadi Imam.  Yelah, nanti dia akan menjadi ibu pada zuriat abang yang lahir, jadinya  Aliyah harapkan dia mampu untuk mengajar anak-anak abang nanti untuk menjadi  imam dan imamah yang beriman. Tapi, kalau dia sendiri pun kelam kabut  memakai telekung... Aliyah sayangkan abang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abang yang  disayangi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cukuplah rasanya penilaian Aliyah. Kalau diungkap satu  persatu, Aliyah tak terdaya. abang lebih memahaminya. Ini penilaian selama 1  hari, abang mungkin dapat membuat penilaian yang jauh lebih  baik memandangkan abang mengenalinya lebih dari Aliyah mengenalinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abang  yang dicintai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Di dalam sampul ini ada borang keizinan berpoligami. Telah  siap Aliyah tandatangan. Juga sekeping tiket penerbangan MAS ke Sarawak.  Jika munajat abang di Masjid Putra mengiayakan tindakan abang ini, ambillah  borang ini, isi dan pergilah kepada Qistina. Oh ya, lupa nak cakap, Qistina  telah berada di sawarak. Menunggu abang...Aliyah sayangkan abang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tetapi  jika abang merasakan Qistina masih belum cukup hebat untuk dijadikan isteri  abang, pergilah cari wanita yang setanding dengan Aliyah... Aliyah sayangkan  abang. Tetapi, jika abang merasakan Aliyah adalah isteri yang hebat untuk  abang..tolonglah bukakan pintu bilik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ni. Aliyah bawakan sarapan kegemaran  abang, roti canai..air tangan Aliyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salam sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aliyah Najihah  binti Mohd Hazery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tangannya pantas membuka pintu biliknya. Di situ  berdiri Aliyah Najihah bersama-sama hidangan sarapan pagi kegemarannya.  Dia tersenyum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Benar, tiada isteri sehebat Aliyah isterinya!!! !!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-2479818989100269827?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2479818989100269827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2479818989100269827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2479818989100269827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2479818989100269827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-kisah-cinta-aliyah.html' title='Story : Kisah Cinta Aliyah'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8242922560929941805</id><published>2008-03-10T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:10:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Thing Is Finally Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past few months since after my birthday, I have been very very busy and I am tired out of the things I have been doing. Wanna know what is The Greatest Thing?? Its my ENGAGEMENT!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="6"&gt;I AM ENGAGED!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes!! I am engaged! WOOOHOOO~~~ I am engaged to Siti Normala Binti Hj Awang Damit. My ex gf and now my fiance. hehehe... but always going to be the everything of my life. Its on the 10th of March 2008, our 1st anniversarry. Wow~~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The preparation was made since mid of January. We designed our own invitation card, we design our own logo, we design, stickers, we design cards, we designed the "hantaran" (we didn't go to speciallist to make the "hantaran" for us), we went to survey the rings and bought it, we went to find the "tempat cincin" our self, we make the booklet of "Mas Kahwin" ourselves, we send the invitation from one end of Brunei to the other end, we decorate the stairs ourselves, we surveyed stuff, we discussed stuff. Treenya (Pokoknya =p) everything we make our own self lah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before the BIG day came, Mala wasn't feeling well. She was worried she would still be sick during the BIG day. So she took rests and fortunately, she felt better.  BUT THEN!! It was my turn to not feeling well. My body was week, sore throat, sinus and fever inside. So I took my medication and sleep with the aircond off and get into my blanket. hehe.. i felt better although I'm still not feeling well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then when the day came, we were really excited and i was busy. I only went to class during the morning and went home in the afternoon. I had things to do. Arrived home, I prepared the places with my cousin, then took a rest for 1/2 hr. After that, went to take the cake for Mala and "sate" for her too. Arrived home, i continued designing the "hantaran" (at the money part). It took me a while to fit in those money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Occassion at home started with Isya' prayers. Everyone prayed together. Next, Doa Selamat and after that we had a small meal. Finally, my family went to Mala's place. I am not sure what's really going on there because traditionally, I am not suppose to go there. I heard the discussion was kinda funny. Funny as in really funny. The elders were humourous among themselves. Next my mom slipped in the "Pembuka Mulut" ring and "Tanda Tunang" ring. Finally the had their dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the occassion finished, i went to Mala's place to take pictures and had dinner with her. Hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The hantaran that i gave to Mala was "Pembuka Mulut" (a ring and some amount of money), "Tanda Tunang" (a ring and some amount of money) &amp; "Tanda Kasih".(Chocolates). Mala also gave me something in return, she gave me a really delicous looking cake (it look like plastics though), a ring (really nice one) and kueh-mueh (wajid, kelupis and..i dunno what is called).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will put up pictures next time. thanks for reading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="6"&gt;WOHOOOO!!! I AM ENGAGED TO MALA!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;cheers&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-8242922560929941805?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8242922560929941805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8242922560929941805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8242922560929941805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8242922560929941805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/03/greatest-thing-is-finally-here.html' title='The Greatest Thing Is Finally Here!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-5303338118416348895</id><published>2008-03-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:52:23.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>366 Days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! OMG!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It has been a year already!! I couldn't believe my eyes!! The time past by so fast and you didn't even realized that it is already a year!! Like a Malay saying "tutup celik tutup celik mata".... some sort lah. haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eh? what am I talking about? Mala and I have been together for a year now. hehe.. I am so proud of it because I have lasted this long &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; *with happy tears*. It feels like it was just yesterday that I first asked her to go out with me. It feels like, it was just yesterday that we had our special dinner. It feels like it was just yesterday that i first saw her. Back then, I couldn't imagine where i would be if i was with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now..... WOW!!! A HUGE HUMUNGOUS GREAT thing is going to happen. Some of you might know what i am talking about. hehe.. I'm not gonna spill it out yet. Not until the thing is done. so yeah, It is my biggest step ever and things are going to be changing around me. BIG CHANGES!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OK.. I'll stop here because I am not feeling well. I might have a fever tomorrow. Gotta rest before i catch it. Ayte then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheers&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-5303338118416348895?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5303338118416348895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=5303338118416348895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5303338118416348895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5303338118416348895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/03/366-days.html' title='366 Days!!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-5476508300292855914</id><published>2008-01-14T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:53:21.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Also Have A Dream!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;Read this texts on an email sent by Mala. Credits for her. It opened my eyes, mind and hearts about my feelings to my parents. How very true this is? So true.. so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="postcolor" id="post-904981"&gt;&lt;div class="quotemain"&gt;"My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Lufthansa. The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was preparing himself on that day and we all went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to him. When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me. But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked back at my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for football, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have satisfied to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate many of our wishes? Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us? Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, &lt;br&gt;&gt; &gt;theme parks, toys, etc. But we tend to forget that our parents  have sacrificed a lot for our sake to see us happy, so it is our  responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they were young, it is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care need to be given to our parents and elders. Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes. Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too. Take care of our parents. If you think this is worth reading, please share it with others too.&lt;!--QuoteEnd--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--QuoteEEnd--&gt; 				 				 				&lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_904981--&gt; 			&lt;/div&gt; 			 			&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-5476508300292855914?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5476508300292855914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=5476508300292855914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5476508300292855914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5476508300292855914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/01/parents-also-have-dream.html' title='Parents Also Have A Dream!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4116489870007485892</id><published>2008-01-09T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:38:15.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Tahun Baru Hijrah 1429!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru Hijrah 1429!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mudah-mudahan hidup kita semua di berkati Allah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tahun baru ini, sama-sama lah kita behijrah mengikut jejak Nabi kita, Muhammad S.A.W. Hijrah bermaksud berpindah juga bermaksud memperbaiki diri kita. Meniggalkan segala keburukan dan melakukan segala kebaikkan. Harap-harap semua saudara-saudari akan melakukan Hijrah bersama-sama.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Amin~&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-4116489870007485892?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4116489870007485892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4116489870007485892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4116489870007485892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4116489870007485892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/01/selamat-tahun-baru-hijrah-1429.html' title='Selamat Tahun Baru Hijrah 1429!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-5995468564081447560</id><published>2008-01-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:25:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th January Parthay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yea I celebrated my 21st birthday. Parthay!! parthay!! parthaaaay!!- A small celebration with family and friends. I ordered a 10 foot bouncer for the kids and also gave out candyful goody bags. Borrowed a karaoke set from my uncle to entertain the adults. And of course dinner for everyone. It was just a simple dinner, buffet kind, inclusive of rice and some good local dishes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I told everyone to come at 7pm onwards, but its not a surprise- we Bruneian Malays, we always come late. Technically, everyone came after 8pm. Soon after, with much greatness in heart we had our prayers and this followed with me shaking hands with guests for respect and thankfullness. Then, we filled up our tummies with glorious food cooked by my grandma. Home made is always the best!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After that, we had the blowing of the candles and cut-the-cake session. I was invited into the living room where the lights were dimmed and upon my arrival,everyone started singing and I was welcomed with lit up cakes, of which one was mine. My cake was my no.1 favourite cake of all time- Blueberry cheese cake from Fleur D'Lys. Nyum nyum!! Then it was eating the cake time!! Next everyone enjoyed themselves with the entertainment that was provided. And before my friends left the party, I was given a surprise by my one and only beloved girl friend, Mala, with her enormous present. SHE GAVE ME A EPIPHONE SG GUITAR!! WOOOHOO!! red color and batman like shape. Next, I opened all the pressies which were given by the others. I received t shirts, a '21' socks, a hand band, a cup, a box of chocos, and LOADS AND LOADS OF CASH!! wooohoo!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then there was a picture taking session with friends and family. And finally, I got the chance to play the bouncer. WAHAHHA!! it was a POOL SLIDE BOUNCER!! so we were wet!! haha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanna take this chance to say thank you to those people who came and also to my family who helped me to make this party a blast! A special thanks to my beloved Mala, who did the most part of planning the birthday, I appreciate it alot and I love you endlessly!! You're the best!! I dunno what i wud do without you =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P/S: This blog was suppose to be uploaded on last Sunday.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-5995468564081447560?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5995468564081447560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=5995468564081447560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5995468564081447560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5995468564081447560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/01/5th-january-parthay.html' title='The 5th January Parthay!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2689263229140544628</id><published>2008-01-04T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:11:07.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January The 5th Is The Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I declare that January the 5th is a holiday for the whole wide World!!!! Hari keputeraan Yang Mulia, Sir Pehin Org Kaya Sg Tilong Atas Bukit Beratap Hijau Md Syazwan Harimau Berantai Amas Ada Bling Bling Diamond Plated Priceless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am 21 years old and I am an adult. It means i'm older than yesterday and being older means becoming wiser. Not childish unlike some people. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dunno what else to say. Its my special day. So I'm going to enjoy it while it last!!! wahahahha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cheers&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-2689263229140544628?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2689263229140544628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2689263229140544628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2689263229140544628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2689263229140544628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-5th-is-day.html' title='January The 5th Is The Day!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7539628530427541632</id><published>2007-12-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:09:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEST OF LUCK FROM ME!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-7539628530427541632?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7539628530427541632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7539628530427541632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7539628530427541632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7539628530427541632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2331035073532633858</id><published>2007-12-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:05:12.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Di sini saya ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha kepada semua umat2 Islam yg berada di Multiply ini, juga kepada umat2 Islam di seluruh Dunia &amp; terutama sekali umat2 Islam yg mengerjakan fardhu Haji di tanah suci Mekkah. Didoakan supaya Haji yg Mabrurh(sp?). Minta maaf minta ampun jika ada terkasar bahasa, kesalahan terbuat, malas kan panjang2, semua TER TER lah..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;P/S: Sedakah2 penyembalihan kamu atu ah~ =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cheers&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-2331035073532633858?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2331035073532633858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2331035073532633858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2331035073532633858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2331035073532633858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4859682509061645030</id><published>2007-11-12T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:11:08.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mala's 25th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post was suppose to be up last week. Internet was being an ass and I couldn't post this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, November 5th, 2007 was Mala's birthday. We had a celebration earlier than the day. Celebrated it on Sunday, November 4th. It was not just a birthday party. It was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Majlis Doa Selamat &amp;amp; Kesyukuran sempena hari jadi ke-25 &amp;amp; Kelulusan Belajar Ijazah Pertama Serta Memulakan Pekerjaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So yea...that was what the occasion about. It was Mala's Silver Jubilee!! So that's the reason why for the huge celebration!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The celebration itself was a ROCK!! It was awesome. Worth to be plan. Worth to decorate. Worth to spend the money for. It was sedekah btw. Everything worthed lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The occasion started at 3pm where the guest was "supposely" to come so that we could get ready to start Asar Prayers. Maklum lah ketani org melayu. So, janji pun melayu. LOL. yea we did Asar Prayers together and followed by doa selamat &amp;amp; kesyukuran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Next, THE FOOOOOOD!! While eating the band started to entertain people with their covered songs. YES!! We have bands too. The Divine Intervention and A Band Once. WOHOOO!! You guys rock!! Thanks you all. What a great performance. Nanti lagi ah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutting the cake is the best part!! WOOHOOO!! The cake was really yummy. Ordered it from Bakerlyn (Kiulap). I forgot what it was called. But what matters is the taste. Although i didn't get the chance to eat it. But 1 spoon OK lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I sang for Mala. YES!! I sang!! WAHAHAH.. check the link for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Took alot of photos. Link are given below. Some of it is not yet uploaded because there were ALOT of pictures taken. Just check updates for new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh yea, actually we celebrated the birthday 5 times. 1st, the one at Mala's place. 2nd, just me and Mala waiting for mid-night. 3rd, Mala and I went for a hot date to celebrate it again. 4th, with her bestfriends, Zana &amp;amp; Far. Finally, before mid-night again to say good by for the day. We also took pictures of the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th celebration. But i haven't upload it into my laptop yet. I will upload it ASAP when i get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That is all... Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/album/112/Malas_25th_Birthday_During_The_Party"&gt;During The Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/album/113/Malas_25th_Birthday_Cutting_The_Cake"&gt;Cutting The Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-4859682509061645030?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4859682509061645030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4859682509061645030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4859682509061645030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4859682509061645030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-post-was-suppose-to-be-up-last.html' title='Mala&apos;s 25th Birthday'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7594128053865235878</id><published>2007-10-29T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T02:48:33.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Technology Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is cool to live in this modern world today. Loads of gadgets, systems, etc etc, you call everything as an IT. How cool it is to master photoshop. You can edit your digital pictures. People use it for their work you know. Make the picture sharper, brighter/darker, make some effects on it, or even add or remove some stuffs. For eg. you can put a ghostly image in the picture so that people would think there was really a ghost, or the head of a celebrity are put on a hot and saucy nude body, add a person into the picture or maybe remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are suppose to make good use of these easier life of us. God gave us this stuff to make life easier. Everyday we pray to make our lives easier. But we took it for granted. For our lust, ego, selfishness, anger, hatred etc. We always feels pitty to those celebrities (especially Muslim one) to be exposed to a nude body. Aren't we? Who the hell dare to make the life of a person like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in this case, it is different but simmilar to that. Check this picture out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RyTVegoKCt8AAHQIIPk1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RyTVegoKCt8AAHQIIPk1/DSC08229-copy.JPG?et=Vpz0HbGgrNpigd4Uh9Cgag" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed the circled part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in purple (grandma) is hovering. Wow!!! She is magician!! NOT! Noticed how funny her lower kain is? Ok, how about the woman in yellow-ish kain? Her lower kain is funny eh? Left part of it doesn't match with the right part. Oooo~~ How about the grass? Its uneven!! Wow!! How could this be? Eh? The umbrella is not straight. Haha.. that is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that time i was thinking something like this "what is so special about women's kain?". So i stared at my grandma's kain. I remember how it look like. It is totally different than the one in the picture. Then i look closely at the picture. Look very closely to each and every person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!!! Where the hell is my gf? Where the hell is Mala? Oh no!! She's not there. Where could she have gone to? Did she do some trick? Or maybe she went invisible? or maybe she wasn't there at first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come to think of it, she was there with my mom. I saw her with my own two eyes. But not in the picture. How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us get back to the owner of this picture. The one who capture it, the one who owns it, the one who photoshopped it and also the one who upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link, http://sinadam.multiply.com/photos/photo/422/59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, its up to you guys to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all i've gotta say. Hey~ I heard its a free world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-7594128053865235878?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7594128053865235878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7594128053865235878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7594128053865235878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7594128053865235878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/10/magic-of-technology-today.html' title='The Magic of Technology Today!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8915802822148857582</id><published>2007-09-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:09:41.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier By Helping!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been a very long time I haven't updated this blog. Life have been very busy for me. First, I wanna apologize to those whom I have been neglected; those whom I haven't talk to; those whom I haven't spent time with; those who needed me the most. Live haven't been very easy for me. Listen to what I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing easy in this world unless you know how to deal with it. Most of my life I have always knew how to deal with things with the easiest things to the hardest. When it comes to things that I do not know how to deal with, I will keep silent and take my time to deal with it and find the solutions. That's how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to make things easier, you need other's helps. With their help and willingness also sincereness to help, things would be much easier done than said. I always hear the phrase "its easier said than done". Yes it is true. But when you think it is hard, it will be hard to do. If you think its easy, then easy it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people make it hard to do or to accept it. Why is that? Scared? Weak? Pride? Arrogant? Selfish? We easily can tell why by their actions and words but we do not know what really going on in their mind. When you think you know that person and confidently do, but it turns out that you were wrong about them, that is when you feel hopeless. You thought you were right. BAM! In your face! Ashamed, clueless, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help others while you can. Do not make them feel miserable, helpless. You do not have the power to not to help. There's even larger, enormous power that can help us (human). There is God, Allah S.W.T. that will help us when we seek for it. God will help by God's way where we couldn't see how it works. We are not God, we help others with the actions or anything that eyes could see. Or maybe feel. Helping each other out when in needs, is one of the very good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are human being. His creature. We help others to survive. We care with each other. Help while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-8915802822148857582?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8915802822148857582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8915802822148857582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8915802822148857582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8915802822148857582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/09/easier-by-helping.html' title='Easier By Helping!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8817097325238164038</id><published>2007-05-11T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:04:57.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miss my blog? Hehe.. It has been a very long time that i haven't write a blog. Had been very busy with studies, assignments, revisions, life, activities, etc. But I'm going to get my hiatus again after this because exams is coming. Enjoy reading my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 months since we are officially together. We are really happy!! Despite some ups and downs and misunderstood. But everything is alright. We are going through it really well. We learn from our mistakes and keep on improving our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our 2nd Monthsary celebration was really romantic. A candle light dinner at her peaceful garden =) Mala cooked the dinner. 2 courses of meals. Appetizers and main course. Longan salad for appetizer and rice + chiaumin(kah?) Chicken + Tom Yam soup for the main course. I bought our favorite cakes though. Carrot cake for Mala and Blueberry Cheese cake for me. Bought it from Fluer d'lys. But we didn't eat it because we were too full to eat it. Hehe.. Oh ya~~ We had 7up for drinks. The 7up is in a 150ml bottle. She put the drinks inside a bowl full of  ice like serving champagne. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part!! Romantic love songs as our background music. hehe.. I dunno how to describe how it goes. Maybe pictures will help. I'll post up a picture on my multiply next time. Oh ooo~ and also, when i finished my drink, Mala said "babe, what's that in your glass?". I was like, "huh? what? what is inside my glass?". I asked her again what was her talking about. Then i found a ring!! Haha.. Its like a proposal eh? I thought she wouldn't buy the ring =p Seriously I thought she wouldn't. Last time when we went to resize her ring, the one that i bought for her, i saw this ring which i like. And its this one!! It perfectly fits my finger!! I am so in love with the ring. Although the ring that i bought for her is much more prettier than this one, but this ring, it is much more ruggeder than the one that i bought for her. hehe.. I'll post the picture here next time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say thank you to my beloved girlfriend for planning the dinner and cooking the dinner. I appreciate it. I really enjoyed my time spending the night with you. It was really romantic. Never I experienced candle light dinner. Dinner in the garden? I couldn't imagine it at first not until you told me about it. Hehe.. I love you so much =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry no picture at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-8817097325238164038?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8817097325238164038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8817097325238164038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8817097325238164038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8817097325238164038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/05/2nd-month.html' title='2nd Month!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7474975097890540264</id><published>2007-04-10T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:42:39.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RhqGWgoKCsEAAA4UY-k1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RhqGWgoKCsEAAA4UY-k1/IMG_0132.JPG?et=NqRSYKqaG5zLmILwkmwczg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw.. I'm back from the Survey Camp!! WAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tanned, my skin is dried and I am fucking tired. Need to relax for the whole one week. Want me to tell the story about the survey camp? I'm tired and lazy to tell. Anyway, pls do visit my multiply page to check out the pictures. Pictures tells thousands of words. So make your own story out of it. Oh not to forget, check out the videos too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: here's the link http://nacatus.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-7474975097890540264?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7474975097890540264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7474975097890540264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7474975097890540264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7474975097890540264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4497472489470883256</id><published>2007-04-10T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:21:11.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rhp92QoKCsEAAD0WL841"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rhp92QoKCsEAAD0WL841/DSC01109.JPG?et=WzUF37K04lOC5PZ%2BwzvYiA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been a month since we are officially together. Exactly a month ago that we realized that we don't feel that we were just friends. I did deny it that it was just a mutual thing. But then, when time past by, i realized how strong the feelings was. She realized it too. Exactly a month ago I thought about this. My fate. Her fate. Our fate. Is it true? I didn't doubt it. I wanted to find the answer. So I just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when we hold hands. How it happened? I think it happened when we she thank me for helping her out for the past few weeks we hung out. Helping her out with the wedding ceremony of her sister which was held exactly a month ago. I was still not sure what actually happened back then. I wasn't sure what she was thinking about and I also wasn't sure what I was thinking about. Its either her or I touched either hands and hold it tight. But after that, I was really sure that we felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really talk about it. A week later, we confessed each others feelings. We had a really long talk of what had been going on. We also talked about what are the things that we would go through. Consequences, pros and cons, advantage and disadvantages. Had a really long talk and decided to go through it together and set a date that on the March 10th, was our official date. Why? Because that very night is when everything made us feels really right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was happy she said. And I was too. Really happy we were until now. The happiest feeling that I ever felt before. That I ever shared with someone before. About two weeks later, when we were talking. I said "I Love You" to her without any intention. It slipped  out of my mouth. A week after. Whilst we were doing our work, she was teasing me and wanted to write something on my laptop but accidentally said "I love you". I was surprised!! She covered her mouth as if it wont slipped off from her mouth again. I saw the surprised look on her face. Hours later, she realized that she love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought about everything again, we didn't planned anything to get together. Everything happened spontaneously. The time when I realized there's something between me and the girl who was packing a birthday gift for her nephew, the time when the person who was sitting two seats infront of me build up a smile on my face, the time when I asked her out, the time when the exact movie that we watched was totally about us (I mean the songs in that movie), the time when I didn't have class she needs company to go and get some stuff, the time when things between us are in common, the way we said "I Love You" to each other... everything. We didn't planned it. When i think about it again, its fate. Fate bring us together. We don't blame each other or anyone else to bring us together. But I still wanna say thank you to those people who were the source to bring us together. (I would call them a messenger to our fate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes around us. My life, my crowds, my future. It all depends on what I have now. Ignore the fact that the situation which is going on around us now, which it trying not to allow us to be together, we are still happy. The happiest ever I felt. I just hope someday that the situation will gone soon. I am heartbroken of it but yet I don't care about it. I'm trying to ignore it and push it away from making us breaking apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that we don't suits for each other. Because of the difference between us. Who cares about that? If we think about it, we are not just those couple who are going through these differences. There's loads more. Who give a shit of what you all might think?! If you are not happy with what we have now, I'm sorry that we've made feel you that way. We didn't do it purposely. Never we had the intention to make you lots to feel intruded, betrayed and hatred. And all gotta blame it on us. I'm sorry that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've survived for a month and I will try to keep it still and stick it together as long as I live. What ever it may comes, what ever the tests that we will face, we will go through it together. Not just as a couple. But as a team. We are a team of two now. Glory is what we seek. Glory in life and also love. I appreciate those people who support us, gave us blessings, gave us advices. Never will I forget these peoples. Thank you so much. God bless you all. 1 last favor from me, wish us a very good luck for the things that we will go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Happy 1 Month Monthsary to my belove one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-4497472489470883256?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4497472489470883256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4497472489470883256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4497472489470883256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4497472489470883256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-month.html' title='First Month!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2419799355768920125</id><published>2007-03-31T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:36:10.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away for Survey Camp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rg3yqwoKCsEAAARlL1c1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rg3yqwoKCsEAAARlL1c1/02092006278.jpg?et=xiNINyxDgSoOLeOsF37t9A" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of Event: Survey Practical Week&lt;br /&gt;Date: April 1st - April 7th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Tasek Merimbun, Tutong District, Negara Brunei Darussalam&lt;br /&gt;Institute that involved: Institut Teknologi Brunei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOOOODY HELL!!! I'm gonna be away from my cyber life for a week!! They took our bloody holiday!! WHY?!! WHY?!! WHY?!!!!!!!!! Its ONE WEEK!! Unlike some other people who's holiday was taken away from him 1 day only *dududududuud* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo~~ What make it worse is that, my brother went to KL last Friday which he wanted to bring me along. He's going to KL till April 4th. BUT I CAN'T JOIN HIM BECAUSE OF THIS BLOODY TRIP!! And also, Mala is in KL since March 29th till April 2nd. By the time she came back home, I am not there to see her. To fetch her from the airport. Coz she's coming back home alone. She has no one to go home with. I'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I have to go for the Survey Camp anyway. If I don't, I wont receive my graduation certificate by the time I graduated. Sabar saja lerr.. I know I can do it!! I know I can!! Plus I'm a group leader. So yea, everyone trust me on the task. I have to show them what have to be done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR GLORY!!!&lt;br /&gt;FOR NARNIA!!&lt;br /&gt;HOLD LONGER FOR OUR SMALL FRIEND!!&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAN!!&lt;br /&gt;AWOOGH!! AWOOGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-2419799355768920125?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2419799355768920125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2419799355768920125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2419799355768920125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2419799355768920125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/away-for-survey-camp.html' title='Away for Survey Camp!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-6279764364786605208</id><published>2007-03-28T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:01:15.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Wrong About Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes we are really happy. Everything goes smoothly. It feels like we've been together for ages. But something bothers me alot. Really alot. And it made me feels disappointed or may be pissed off. Well, kinda i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for us to be together? It such a what way it is wrong? Age difference? Positions? Relations? To me.. and or should I say to us, that is history already. The differences between us we put it aside. We've solved it. What matters is what we really feels for each other. Sincerely and truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not know me. What you think about me is wrong. Totally off the track. Its like your on a boat traveling in the same river but you drifted to the wrong branch away from the main river and ended up in some other place. Whereas I have changed my course and still going on lurking my way to the mouth with confidence. Guess what? She's with me on the same boat. She knows me better than you do. What I am now is the person she wanna be with. I've changed since she came to my life. Because of her, my heart for her, made me changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that you who knew her better than anyone would have support us since you've becoming one of the closest person. But! You're not. Instead you're giving her warnings. Made me feel like I am a fool. As if I am not going to be one of the closest person to you. You broke my heart. Made me change my thoughts about you. Gave me a bad impression on you. Disappointed I am about you and also you too. The closest guy to me whom I look up upon to be one of the successful person. Whom I respect and honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is okay. It is alright for you to think that way. Now I want to prove that what we have is not just a phase. Not just something that we are not serious about. I wanna prove that you are wrong. Now, my wishes are to get your blessing on us and also support from you. If that day may come, I would be really grateful and thankful that you do. That goes to both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry that I have to express my self this way but not being straight forward. It'll be awkward if I do it straight forward and face to face. I am trying to respect you too. Its not that i don't respect you. I did, but now i dunno. I am trying to. Please forgive me. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: That is why we were trying not to tell at first till we have proven you that we are really serious about what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-6279764364786605208?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6279764364786605208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=6279764364786605208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6279764364786605208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6279764364786605208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-wrong-about-me.html' title='You Are Wrong About Me!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7733268818466530929</id><published>2007-03-26T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:17:49.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and Visits!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rge20woKCsEAAA6KRWk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rge20woKCsEAAA6KRWk1/DSC01031.JPG?et=Kwmy5eKpn%2C0akn9nb%2BmsjQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last Sunday, I Went for a shopping for the up coming survey camp that my intake will be having on the 1st of April till the 5th. Mala went to accompanied me. I bought my drawing equipments and toiletries. B$100 is not enough for it. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to visit si Mirul at the Hospital because he broke his leg when he was playing football. Ironically, the day before he was still running like a healthy person when we were at the beach. He broke his left feet that late afternoon. I should have sang that "Anak2 Cacat Kaki" song. It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong kami~&lt;br /&gt;Bantu kami~&lt;br /&gt;anak2 cacat kaki~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melody is like P. Ramlee's song from the movie "3 Abdul" which goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong kami~&lt;br /&gt;Bantu kami~&lt;br /&gt;Anak2 yatim piatu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Malas wasn't feeling really well. She was having migrane. So we went back home straight away. Ok that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-7733268818466530929?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7733268818466530929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7733268818466530929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7733268818466530929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7733268818466530929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/shopping-and-visits.html' title='Shopping and Visits!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7336886231453746580</id><published>2007-03-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T02:17:22.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We Are!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RgVp5QoKCsEAAFL-9yY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RgVp5QoKCsEAAFL-9yY1/DSC00742.JPG?et=%2CBcEM9ztUrv3KdHRYG1ZBg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10th, 2007 is the most important date of all the dates that I posted last time. It was the day when everything started. The day when we started to hold hands, started showing how we really felt for each other and the day when we are officially together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our official romantic date a week after that. Had fancy dinner at Charcoal and a movie after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started with just being friends. Because at first we thought it would be weird if we go dating. But then, time past by, feelings are growing from friends to liking, to crush, to care, to love and finally together. This is really something big for me. Why? Because of the age difference between us. But never been in my life I feel something that made us alike, something that make me feels very happy. Something that make us really right for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am settled in relationship now. I know this is what I really want. To share everything with her. Sharing tears and laughter. Care for each other. As well as taking care of each other. To love her, to be love back by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life, I feel like these. Never in my life I am sure about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know who we are, especially those who are really close to us. I know for you guys it is weird for us to be together. But you gonna have to face the fact that you are also going through with it. We need your blessing and support. That is all I want from you guys. Nothing more. I appreciate it alot if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To those who doesn't know her, NorMala is her name. Details? Don't bother asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&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/9988771-7336886231453746580?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7336886231453746580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7336886231453746580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7336886231453746580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7336886231453746580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/together-we-are.html' title='Together We Are!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8783540285309531125</id><published>2007-03-25T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:49:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassanal Bolkiah Trophy Ended!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RgVTTQoKCsEAABXBqpQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RgVTTQoKCsEAABXBqpQ1/DSC00635.JPG?et=%2C%2BCQ5lCwrCqa6JMEedYOcA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is suppose to be way way waaaay earlier than now. Hassanal Bolkiah Trophy (HBT for short) ended for almost 2 weeks already. Only now I bother to post something about it. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HBT lasted for 10 days. 6 days of the group matches started on March the 3rd till 8th. Rest days on the 9th and 11th. Semi finals on the 10th and finally the final on the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The champion for the tourney was Thailand, again. Thailand was the champion of the tourney 2 years ago also. During that year, they were facing Indonesia in the finals which they won by penalty shoot out. Same as this year's finals. But they faced Myanmar this year. It was a really tough match. No goals from the start of the match. They went through extra time, but still no goals. Thailand won the penalty shoot out by 4-3 goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's HBT was sucky. Why? That is because we, as the Technical Secretariat wasn't given the sponsored T's and we didn't have the closing ceremony dinner WHICH we used to have previous tourney. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am glad that the tourney ended so I can get back to my life and do my work properly and also go to sleep a little bit earlier. I don't think I can cope with it while I am studying. That is all for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-8783540285309531125?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8783540285309531125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8783540285309531125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8783540285309531125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8783540285309531125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/hassanal-bolkiah-trophy-ended.html' title='Hassanal Bolkiah Trophy Ended!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4962073954297207561</id><published>2007-03-20T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:20:41.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbery!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An online friend, rmh nya kana pacah and laptop nya kana curi. I'm lazy to tell you all about it. so i'll just copy past everything what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     I'm not gonna vent my anger here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just need a good network if any of you hear of any kids, or anyone owning a new Acer Travelmate (silver) with lotsa scratches on its body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The suspects are a group of kids, with possibly a few adults (their parents?) who keeps on breaking into Lambak's houses. I knoe how they look like when they came for Raya and stole my mom's hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The burglary happened last nite. I went into my room from a short excursion and found my sliding window ajar with a space of 6-7inches, enuff only for a 10 year old kid to squeeze in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I made a police report and they did some good work in the house. But seeing the suspects are most likely kids, no records of them can be used to identify the culprits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm doing this for the good of my kampong since these silly burglaries are getting worse. On the same day as my house was broken into, a house in Jalan 2 got broken into in broad daylight. These kids are professionally trained in wedging the sliding windows and lifting them from the railers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eventho im in the process of buying a powermac, the loss of my lappie is really frustrating as these kids are not yet caught. If anyone has any info about my lappie please do inform me so these kids can be taught a lesson, and their parents too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyone wanting to help i can pass you my lappie's serial number just in case they are selling the lappie to people, cpu shops or scrapmetal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for identificatiion of these kids, please read my topic "Beware of These Kids"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Discrpition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Ok, Im gonna describe the kids as much as I could recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The gang consists of 5 brothers who looked alike. The oldest being around 14-15 and the youngest being around 7-10 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They have short cropped hair like army kids with squinty eyes and lightbrownish skin, maybe mildly tanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The story they told my family contained thes info:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. They live in Anggerek Desa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. They study in SR Pulaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Their sister died when a car hit her while crossing Serusop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;these information may not be true as another neighbor got a different story from them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. They live in Manggis Satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So if anyone has ever stumbled on these kids please inform me so i can inform the police to further investigate their family's activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Someday, it might be your house thats broken into and they might panick and maliciously harm someone. They are kids afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-4962073954297207561?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4962073954297207561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4962073954297207561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4962073954297207561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4962073954297207561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/robbery.html' title='Robbery!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-3788564457386365777</id><published>2007-03-18T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:35:43.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RfwyfwoKCsEAAHl8o-Y1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RfwyfwoKCsEAAHl8o-Y1/DSC00529.JPG?et=ukUFPR%2CpNNiY%2C5OQCjwZvQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;February 23rd, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 25th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 28th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 10th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 17th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the most important dates to me now. So many things happened during the time intervals. Lovely it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-3788564457386365777?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3788564457386365777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=3788564457386365777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3788564457386365777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3788564457386365777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4812049965814181184</id><published>2007-03-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:27:38.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That I Want!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RfQfIAoKCsEAAD8QsFw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RfQfIAoKCsEAAD8QsFw1/DSC00382.JPG?et=oCNHBQcIQzSqpplvvtw55g" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life has been so eventful and full of colors. Feels like it went on for a very long time but then, when I think about it, it only went like almost 3 weeks. It has been wonderful!! I love being part of it. What I want is more but not wanting it all straight away. I wanna take it all bit by bit. Slowly with time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between us made a barrier. A wall that could be broken apart but one side are still keeping it still. Why? Its because the other side of the wall are scared to break the wall. Afraid of what people would say when the wall is broken. Why should be scared? Why do care about what people might think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come the past that haunting us. The past made us who we are now. Who we will be in the future. The past gave us lessons, experience, ways to solve things and to make us a better person. Let bygone be bygone. Past is past. Its history. We can't change it. Now what matters is future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters to me now is for us to be happy. I want you to be happy the most. That is all that i want. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-4812049965814181184?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4812049965814181184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4812049965814181184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4812049965814181184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4812049965814181184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-that-i-want.html' title='All That I Want!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1068918286732866268</id><published>2007-03-09T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:17:06.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz - The Beauty In Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A new song by Jason Mraz. Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jb6rFkELNag"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jb6rFkELNag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s so big hearted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not so remarkable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just an ordinary humble girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expecting nothing as we’re made to think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s a pretty person’s world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you are beautiful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you better go show it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So go look again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You gotta be true to your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you really wanna go to the top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really wanna win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t believe in leaving normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to satisfy demand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well if you wanna get free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna get smart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the sake of your heart and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should own your name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stand up tall and get real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And see the beauty in ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you are fresh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face is fabulous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t forget you’re one of a kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When nobody’s checking the deeds you’ve done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And nobody’s hearing your cries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make all the fashion statements &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just by dressing up your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna get free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna get smart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the sake of your heart and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should own your name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stand up tall and get real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And see the beauty in ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the beauty in ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well if you wanna get free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna do the passionate thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you wanna get smart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the sake of your heart and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should own your name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stand up tall and get real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And see the beauty in ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-1068918286732866268?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1068918286732866268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1068918286732866268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1068918286732866268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1068918286732866268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/jason-mraz-beauty-in-ugly.html' title='Jason Mraz - The Beauty In Ugly'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2812483602138746678</id><published>2007-03-09T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:38:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz - I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHnJGXwr-HU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHnJGXwr-HU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;A lá peaceful melody&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;No need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;It can not wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;A lá one big family (2nd time: A lá happy family)&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more&lt;br /&gt;Oh no more no more no more&lt;br /&gt;It's your God-forsaken right to be loved, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;This cannot wait I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, The sky is yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-2812483602138746678?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2812483602138746678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2812483602138746678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2812483602138746678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2812483602138746678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/jason-mraz-im-yours.html' title='Jason Mraz - I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-5782013942241778752</id><published>2007-03-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:31:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz - You And I Both</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite all time song!! Jason Mraz is the bomb!! He's the only non-rock/alternative singer that I listen to. I just love his songs. I wanna be like him. wahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrGSlCFF1Pw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrGSlCFF1Pw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh things are gonna happen naturally&lt;br /&gt;Oh taking your advice and I'm looking on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And balancing the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;But often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;And the bright lights turn to night&lt;br /&gt;Until the dawn it brings&lt;br /&gt;Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;Others only read of the love, the love that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm all about them words&lt;br /&gt;Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards&lt;br /&gt;More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Not so little you and I anymore&lt;br /&gt;And with this silence brings a moral story&lt;br /&gt;More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved&lt;br /&gt;What you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;And others just read of&lt;br /&gt;And if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally out of&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of&lt;br /&gt;Finally deedeedeedee&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm almost finally, finally&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm free, oh, I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's okay if you have to go away&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remember the telephone well they are working on both ways&lt;br /&gt;but if I never ever hear them ring&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I'll think the bells inside&lt;br /&gt;Have finally found you someone else and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of&lt;br /&gt;and others just read of and if you could see me now&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally out of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally out of, finally, deedeeededede&lt;br /&gt;well I'm almost finally, finally, finally out of words.&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/9988771-5782013942241778752?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5782013942241778752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=5782013942241778752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5782013942241778752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5782013942241778752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/jason-mraz-you-and-i-both.html' title='Jason Mraz - You And I Both'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2596265070018439438</id><published>2007-03-08T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:04:06.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I Think!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://www.biologydaily.com/biology/upload/thumb/7/7d/190px-Thinker.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK, I've been spending so much time with something. I think I should take a hiatus. Not a long one one. Maybe I shouldn't do it everyday. I'm afraid that I'll get bored faster. But then, I never gets bored with it. We've spent so much fun!! But spent so much money too =s Its OK though. I don't care. Its for the best =) For the good things that might happened. Hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna add some more things that I said in the last blog. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee zone, tea box, Sri Qlap, Fleur d'lys, mall's food court, pavarti, haus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coins, coins bag, shades, lalat thingy, cadar, tikar welcome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car wash, hair cut, Nie, Kain, kain, kain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blueberry cheesecake, carrot cake, mushroom soup in bun, spaghetti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach ache, ubat, punching the spider, punching the hearts, punch punch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I both!! I'll Do Anything!! Remedy!! Bella Luna!! Way Back Into love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguillera~ =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... that is all.. i think. WAHAHHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-2596265070018439438?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2596265070018439438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2596265070018439438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2596265070018439438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2596265070018439438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-what-i-think.html' title='This Is What I Think!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-6209383503384870339</id><published>2007-03-05T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:40:16.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OST Music &amp; Lyrics - Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ce_DxJFdgM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh&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/9988771-6209383503384870339?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6209383503384870339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=6209383503384870339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6209383503384870339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6209383503384870339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/ost-music-lyrics-way-back-into-love.html' title='OST Music &amp; Lyrics - Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1267194667047464172</id><published>2007-03-04T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:48:50.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Full of Happiness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rem04QoKCsEAACRPKCk1/TigerDog.jpg?et=WatjnmqswWQaAKCvse%2CHaw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm just really really happy. 4 days straight spending my time with such fun and joy. Sharing stuffs which are in common. Having the almost same number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, laugh, tease, talk, shopping, walking around, high tea, supper, dinner, lunch, movies, outings, football, etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng shui, dog, tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC, murtabak, french fries, mee goreng, teh tarik, mee bakso, sushi, Coffee choco bun, picnic, pearl milk tea &amp; porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp;amp; Lyrics, Epic Movie. Curtains, paints, polls, computer stuffs, textile, shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way Back Into Love, Pop! Goes My Heart, Say It Right, You and I both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiulap, Gadong, Kiulap, Gadong, Kiulap, Gadong, Kiulap, Gadong, Serusop, Stadium..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy cat!! copy cat!! copy cat!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything made me very very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys dunno what I'm talking about? Haha.. that is OK. Sooner or later you would know about it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-1267194667047464172?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1267194667047464172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1267194667047464172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1267194667047464172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1267194667047464172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/week-full-of-happiness.html' title='A Week Full of Happiness!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8934419214912068793</id><published>2007-03-02T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:32:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ReenlgoKCsEAAGHrVvo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ReenlgoKCsEAAGHrVvo1/PICT0030.JPG?et=7vrH4wIAha7Z8VFlHMXjiQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Reem9woKCsEAAFiyIiw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Reem9woKCsEAAFiyIiw1/PICT0007.JPG?et=EmqIaGNf9lEshg%2C2LTe6%2CQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical in the morning was really tiring. The practical was something about the aggrigates in the concretes. Did some heavy works like scooping the pebbles, differentiate the types and texture of it, measure the weights and finally screening it into sizes. The attire was coveralls and safety boots. Lucky i wore the safety boots coz a heavy stuff dropped onto my feet that time. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after 2.30 i went out again. Had a really great time. I just love to spend my time outside after classes. Just to get rid my mind from stresses of works. Where did i go? I went to Kiulap, then to Ong Sum Ping, then to Ikea, after that Kiulap again. Next to CA Mohammad gadong to fill up my tummy. Went to the Mall's exhibition to buy external HDD for $119. YES!! its bloody cheap!! They have 4GB memorystick duo for $120+. MURAH JUA TU!! But now I'm officially and totally broke!! Spent $600 for the amplifier and $100+ for my external HDD. But i don't regret it though. I'm satisfied!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the mid night show movie. Watched Epic Movie. The movie was grose, yet fucking hilarious!! Hahah.. It is just like Scary Movie kind of movie. They have scenes from other movies and put it into one movie. They have Da Vinci Code, Snakes on Plane, Nacho Libre, Xmen, Willy Wonka, Narnia, etc.. and some tv shows like MTV Cribs, Punked!, etc etc. hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is that, i did have a very good time this past 1 week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-8934419214912068793?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8934419214912068793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8934419214912068793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8934419214912068793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8934419214912068793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2805126999857937058</id><published>2007-03-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:35:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressfull then Exitement!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ReWvOwoKCsEAAGOd9fA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ReWvOwoKCsEAAGOd9fA1/Smiley%20Briyani.jpg?et=FPeeBRJNJ0rBQasLmK18vA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am so fuckingly tired last night and this morning. I slept at 3am. Why? Because i was doing my reports on Hydraulic's experiment. Fucking internet connection was fucking with me. My friend kept on trying to send the soft copy of our works. But the file he sent always got stuck at the middle. Asked him to send it to me via email, fucking connection took longer time for him to upload the file. What the fuck was going on with espeed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally gets my hand on the work, it was much easier for me to finish it. Arrange here and there.. bla bla bla~ yada yada yada~~ and it was fucking 2am. Printed it out by 2.30am. Urghh~~ I need to get to sleep. Was suppose to wake up at 6am or latest by 7am. BUT NO!! i woke up at 8am. Fuck that!! I arrived at ITB by 9.30. urgh.. fuck it. Then my days goes on with alot of works. Surveying was tiring though. It was fucking hot out there. Fuck!! =p Too much F word eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, stresses were eased by something which really made me feels excited and happy. I really had a good time. I dunno when will that excitement comes again. Glad that I did chose that path of life rather than going to Taurean (which is my usual activity after stressful days) nor going to my friend house to hang out. Just these 4 unusual words would make me smile. Curtains, Paints, Chicken and Durian XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that is all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on my face shows how happy I am thinking about it =)&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/9988771-2805126999857937058?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2805126999857937058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2805126999857937058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2805126999857937058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2805126999857937058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/03/stressfull-then-exitement.html' title='Stressfull then Exitement!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8357970413989154172</id><published>2007-02-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:21:15.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Amp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ReMIqQoKCsEAAEX2z0Q1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ReMIqQoKCsEAAEX2z0Q1/amp.jpg?et=djNxEgIXMYUv8RukHWoF%2Bw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I'm fucking broke now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought this amp today and it cost $600. Second hand though but still in condition. not even 1 year. Fucking loud and sounds good. Actual prize is $1.2K. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want me to belanja u guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR DREAMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BROKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-8357970413989154172?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8357970413989154172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8357970413989154172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8357970413989154172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8357970413989154172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-amp.html' title='New Amp!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7856852895279787597</id><published>2007-02-25T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:36:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smile on My Face!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/280714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you guys watched Music &amp; Lyrics? Hugh Grant &amp;amp; Drew Berrymore? Yes? Oh i love that movie. Coz the song is really catchy!! I like~~  Somehow that movie makes me happy. Why? Maybe i know why or maybe i dunno why.. =) It brings a smile on my face and makes me happy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-7856852895279787597?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7856852895279787597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7856852895279787597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7856852895279787597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7856852895279787597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/smile-on-my-face.html' title='The Smile on My Face!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-3691525712760900589</id><published>2007-02-25T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:03:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HBT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ReE0owoKCsEAAHrBaGQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ReE0owoKCsEAAHrBaGQ1/Stadium.jpg?et=%2BX3cJB7DZf9gLbskDtlegQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been spending most of my time at the stadium. Doing what? Hassanal Bolkiah Trophy Tournament for under 21 ASEAN youth. Sultan Cup for short or HBT for shorter one. Hehe.. I've been volunteering for this tourney as the secretariat since last two years ago. Yes the tourney held on every 2 years. Indonesia was the former champion of the tourney. But then the are not participating this year. I dunno why. Maybe the are scared. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countries which gonna participate this year's tourney would be Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Philippine, Vietnam, Cambodia, Myanmar and ofcourse Brunei. The tourney is going to start on the 3rd March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is a shot that I took using camera phone. It could have been a better image if i used a better camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, That is all.&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/9988771-3691525712760900589?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3691525712760900589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=3691525712760900589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3691525712760900589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3691525712760900589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/hbt.html' title='HBT!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1614168337277345290</id><published>2007-02-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:04:32.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Feelings!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It feels weird yet interesting and glad to let it out. Never thought that I would have the guts to say it. But *phew* look at the bright side, I don't have to keep it to my ownself. I'm still not sure how I did it. The next thing I know, I said it. I was surprised too~~ Since then, I just smiled like a crazy person. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is all.&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/9988771-1614168337277345290?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1614168337277345290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1614168337277345290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1614168337277345290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1614168337277345290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/weird-feelings.html' title='Weird Feelings!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1749254837899973478</id><published>2007-02-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:57:50.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverchair - Straight Lines</title><content type='html'>A new song by Silverchair. I like the song. But the style is a bit different from the old Silverchair though. Yet its still awesome. Daniel Jones sure does looks funny with the mustache. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/79DrGah0GuY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/79DrGah0GuY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing from a hole in my lung&lt;br /&gt;I had no one but faces in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Racing through the void in my head&lt;br /&gt;To find traces of a good luck academy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spike tonight I'm draining for thought&lt;br /&gt;About no one and nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;Washes getting suckered and drove&lt;br /&gt;Resent nothing, there's good will inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up low with a fever&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Set me on fire in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up strong in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm a desperate believer&lt;br /&gt;But walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;I felt desperate and stuck to the marrow end&lt;br /&gt;Invisible to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sex change and a dancer with no heroin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up low with a fever&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Set me on fire in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up strong in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm a desperate believer&lt;br /&gt;But walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no time to say&lt;br /&gt;There's no changing yesterday&lt;br /&gt;If we keep talking&lt;br /&gt;And I keep walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up low with a fever&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Set me on fire in the evening&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up strong in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm a desperate believer&lt;br /&gt;But walking in a straight line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-1749254837899973478?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1749254837899973478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1749254837899973478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1749254837899973478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1749254837899973478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/silverchair-straight-lines.html' title='Silverchair - Straight Lines'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4406758352909413542</id><published>2007-02-22T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:35:38.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Packet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rd24LAoKCsEAABC3hE01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rd24LAoKCsEAABC3hE01/Aww%2804%29_1.jpg?et=sK5GCyzEu%2CePd1N4I%2CYpZA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ola~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Rachel's house in Sg Hanching with Nav's sister (Rahmat) and friends. The food was yummy!! Thanks Rach~ The dish was Nasi Lemak and Soto. But sadly my throat still hurt so i didn't eat alot. OH!! Rach was HOT that time. She was beautiful, gorgeous and CUTE!! damn it i didn't take a picture with her. She was waring a red and black dress. With a pretty necklace. She was stunning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what more stunning is this one. When I just arrived at Rach's place. I entered, then I saw Kher Wee's family (a good friend of mine back in SOASC, chinese dude). Then the mother recognize me. Especially the siblings lah whom I they kinda adore me. Wahha.. perasan.. Who wouldn't recognize me when Kher Wee and I was lectured last time. haha.. So i greeted Happy New Year to the mother and siblings first coz the father was busy talking. The mother interviewed me. Shot alot of questions like what i am doing now, bla bla bla~~ then talked to the siblings. Then talked to the mother again... AND BANG!! the stunning part!! She gave me the red packet. wahahhaha... Thank You!! Thank You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, its the father's turn to interviewed me. WHALAU!! I was kinda nervous coz the father IS REALLY STRICT!! He was the one who lectured Kher Wee and I. haha.. He's a good man though. He gave me an advice. He said "Its good to be stressful at this time. More stressful now means better standard of living in the future". Oh and one advice that i always remember "Time is precious. Use it wisely, fill in knowledge whenever you can when there's still time, even I still trying to learn some more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mr Young. A great man you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That is all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Rach was HOT!!&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/9988771-4406758352909413542?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4406758352909413542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4406758352909413542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4406758352909413542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4406758352909413542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/red-packet.html' title='Red Packet!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7961737364796613345</id><published>2007-02-21T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:36:12.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RdwudAoKCsEAAHb9Zkg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdwudAoKCsEAAHb9Zkg1/GIG_Aheshi_0159.JPG?et=EHdhnrzSNL8WeZnljNSQfw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's here fond of waiting? Well, I used to. But now I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was willing to wait for anything for my own good. Waiting for the things I really wanted. Waiting for anything to make me feels happy. Or simply just wait that it would be over and satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I feel it is just useless to wait for nothing. At first I thought it would be great that I waited for so long and it would come true. I thought waiting would prove everything. And I thought my effort for waiting would granted my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided not to wait for anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the matter of patience. I just thought it would be useless.&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/9988771-7961737364796613345?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7961737364796613345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7961737364796613345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7961737364796613345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7961737364796613345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4130062207608959643</id><published>2007-02-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:01:43.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RdmsngoKCsEAAB8ZTWM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdmsngoKCsEAAB8ZTWM1/Image.3267066879000008%40web8504.mail.in.yahoo.com.gif?et=iGYnesiqY6Y7sNKvOyGKDg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"SPEAK ENGLISH!!!" is what I usually say if I don't understand what people are trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Now lets start the topic with this 2 questions. Do you guys have a problem talking to people when you talk to them in English, they do not understand? Then when you talk in Malay, they still do not understand what the fuck are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have!! And it annoyed me so much. A person was asking me something. Something which I think that it would be a mistake if I tell. Talked to that person in English. But still forcing me to tell about it. Tried to say it in Malay. Still that person do not understand and kept on forcing me to tell when i already said that I don't wanna tell because it would be the biggest mistake. What an idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-4130062207608959643?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4130062207608959643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4130062207608959643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4130062207608959643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4130062207608959643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/word.html' title='Word!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1199558450496353076</id><published>2007-02-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:31:04.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for A Laugh - George Bush faces school children</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;George Bush goes to a primary school to talk about the war. After his talk he offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand and George asks him what his name is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Billy.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'And what is your question, Billy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'I have 3 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? And third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just then the bell rings for recess. George Bush informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess. When they resume George says, "OK, where were we? Oh that's right question time. Who has a question?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and asks him what his name is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Steve'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'And what is your question, Steve?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'I have 5 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden? Fourth, why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early? And fifth, what the f... happened to Billy?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-1199558450496353076?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1199558450496353076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1199558450496353076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1199558450496353076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1199558450496353076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-for-laugh-george-bush-faces-school.html' title='Just for A Laugh - George Bush faces school children'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-3372503573583306179</id><published>2007-02-16T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:18:01.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Energy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RdUwVgoKCmsAAE-dnC81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RdUwVgoKCmsAAE-dnC81/hahadont-i-look-cute-p.jpg?et=%2BbZXJ8n9%2BX%2BRA15mwcMSyA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!! I'm having flu, cough, weak body and eye sore.  I need some energy. I need to be healthy so that i can go to classes. I don't wanna miss any lesson for this semester. I wanna get ALL DISTINCTION so that i could skip HND. hehe.. So pray for me so that i could get well soon and always be healthy for the rest of this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait seminit!! Tomorrow i can go to the clinic for a check up. Then i could get a MC and show it to the lecturer who is incharge in our department's registration that i have an excuse not to come to the occassion tomorrow afternoon. BRILLIANT!! Ok.. I'm gonna do that. I don't mind not to go to class tomorrow since i only have 1 class in the early morning =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughcough*&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/9988771-3372503573583306179?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3372503573583306179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=3372503573583306179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3372503573583306179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3372503573583306179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/need-energy.html' title='Need Energy!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8563238305431324001</id><published>2007-02-12T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:05:07.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augustana - Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Boston"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UnqvjD7Kxs4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UnqvjD7Kxs4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;This world you must've crossed... you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;An open field,&lt;br /&gt;When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;When they see you&lt;br /&gt;You said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;Boston... where no one knows my name...&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/9988771-8563238305431324001?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8563238305431324001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8563238305431324001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8563238305431324001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8563238305431324001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/augustana-boston.html' title='Augustana - Boston'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-3710167461068032376</id><published>2007-02-11T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:24:27.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Destiny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rc7b2AoKCmsAAH5fjbI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rc7b2AoKCmsAAH5fjbI1/DSC03420.jpg?et=x1glUbFmVSmUvAutWpFSeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it whenever I wanna stay away from girls, I'm interested in one OR someone interested in me. Is it my destiny? Can't i live without them? How can i stop this from happening? Hmm... Should i just go with the flow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&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/9988771-3710167461068032376?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3710167461068032376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=3710167461068032376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3710167461068032376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3710167461068032376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/faith-destiny.html' title='Faith &amp; Destiny?'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-3224514966966114183</id><published>2007-02-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:24:27.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Enough!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RcnuhgoKCmsAAER@c6k1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RcnuhgoKCmsAAER@c6k1/Image529.jpg?et=AFHX0CYe3wBDIcG%2CwraBnA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had enough of it. I decided not to go for a serious relationship  at the moment nor for a date. Girls girls girls~~ They are so complicated yet interesting. But I'm too tired of it. Wasted my time, my life and my interests. If it didn't happened, i could have MIGHT end up with someone. Someone whom did took my heart away. Someone who kept part of my heart with her. But that is it!! I couldn't change it now. Not at the moment. Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! I would love to go out with Princess  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-3224514966966114183?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3224514966966114183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=3224514966966114183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3224514966966114183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3224514966966114183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-enough.html' title='I Had Enough!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7092418666704199477</id><published>2007-02-01T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:14:37.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fucked Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so much fucked that i dunno what just had happened. I dunno why and how did happened. I have no clue. I was fucked. Fucked up. What did i do now? Something i do not tell? If it is so, explainations is what you need. Don't just assume things that you dunno. Please don't ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't trust me? Why is that? Tell me what I dunno that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..sincerely&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/9988771-7092418666704199477?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7092418666704199477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7092418666704199477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7092418666704199477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7092418666704199477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-fucked-again.html' title='I&apos;m Fucked Again'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8702518713650625568</id><published>2007-01-31T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:22:02.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirtatious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rb90RgoKCmsAAHtZbUk1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rb90RgoKCmsAAHtZbUk1/IMG_4438.JPG?et=6wDlCHUNZ5lXJo7%2C%2BpZsfg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am flirtatious (sp?) Why can't I stop being one?  &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/9988771-8702518713650625568?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8702518713650625568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8702518713650625568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8702518713650625568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8702518713650625568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/filrtatous.html' title='Flirtatious'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-8483145669952244883</id><published>2007-01-28T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T03:25:18.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song That Suits Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yellowcard - Everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Turn it inside out so I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The part of you that's drifting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause when I look you're, you're never there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me how I got this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me why you're here and who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause every time I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're never there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And every time I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That makes me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I recognize the way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's hard to think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You might not be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sense it now, the water's getting deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I try to wash the pain away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That makes me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when I touch your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's then I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The beauty that's within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's now that we begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You always light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There never comes a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I always feel you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That makes me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everywhere to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when I catch my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's you I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That makes me believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're in everyone I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I dedicate this song to certain someone. Who? You know who you are &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; Well, I don't have the video clip though. hehe.. The song? I have it. But I don't wanna upload it. Some of you might think i'm talking about Michelle Branch's song. Yes it is Michelle's song. But this is Yellowcard's version. Punk rock style. Rugged yaww~~ Wanna listen to it? Download it yourself. Fat chance if you ask me to send it to you. wahaha... It is not in Yellowcard's album though. Its in a compilation album of Punk rock bands. It is called Punk Goes Pop. All Punk Rock Band sang Pop songs. They got I Want It That Way of Back Street Boys, Bye Bye Bye of Nsync. Download it yourself. You'll get what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-8483145669952244883?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/8483145669952244883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=8483145669952244883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8483145669952244883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/8483145669952244883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-that-suits-me.html' title='Song That Suits Me'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1201739555446295851</id><published>2007-01-26T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:20:43.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for A Laugh - Which Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three men, a philosopher, a mathematician and an idiot, were out riding in the car when it crashed into a tree. Before anyone knows it, the three men found themselves standing before the pearly gates of Heaven, where St. Peter and the Devil were standing nearby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Gentlemen," the Devil started, "Due to the fact that Heaven is now overcrowded, therefore St. Peter has agreed to limit the number of people entering Heaven. If anyone of you can ask me a question which I don't know or cannot answer, then you're worthy enough to go to Heaven; if not, then you'll come with me to Hell."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The philosopher then stepped up, "OK, give me the most comprehensive report on Socrates' teachings." With a snap of his finger, a stack of paper appeared next to the Devil. The philosopher read it and concluded it was correct. "Then, go to Hell!" With another snap of his finger, the philsopher disappeared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The mathematician then asked, "Give me the most complicated formula you can ever think of!" With a snap of his finger, another stack of paper appeared next to the Devil. The mathematician read it and reluctantly agreed it was correct. "Then, go to Hell!" With another snap of his finger, the mathematician disappeared, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idiot then stepped forward and said, "Bring me a chair!" The Devil brought forward a chair. "Drill 7 holes on the seat." The Devil did just that. The idiot then sat on the chair and let out a very loud fart. Standing up, he asked, "Which hole did my fart come out from?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Devil inspected the seat and said, "The third hole from the right."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Wrong," said the idiot, "it's from my asshole." And the idiot went to Heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-1201739555446295851?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1201739555446295851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1201739555446295851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1201739555446295851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1201739555446295851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-for-laugh-which-hole.html' title='Just for A Laugh - Which Hole'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-4354780846519516603</id><published>2007-01-21T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:24:18.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for A Laugh - How could I ever repay you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A married couple was in a terrible accident where the woman's face was severely burned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny. So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks. The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice. She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"My darling," he replied, "think nothing of it. I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-4354780846519516603?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/4354780846519516603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=4354780846519516603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4354780846519516603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/4354780846519516603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-for-laugh-how-could-i-ever-repay.html' title='Just for A Laugh - How could I ever repay you?'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-5616799063646074717</id><published>2007-01-21T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:09:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're living in 2006 when.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-5616799063646074717?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/5616799063646074717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=5616799063646074717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5616799063646074717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/5616799063646074717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-youre-living-in-2006-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re living in 2006 when.....'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2324045698226393679</id><published>2007-01-17T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:32:05.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pretty Girl (The Way)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this song!! The music and lyrics are awesome. Although the song is old. But still.. it rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJfKjrE5rpE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJfKjrE5rpE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That's what you get for falling again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he kisses you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And that's what you get for falling again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; And that's what you get for falling again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he kisses you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he kisses you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretty girl, pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretty soon she'll figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; You can never get 'em out of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he kisses you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; That he makes you fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Love&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/9988771-2324045698226393679?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2324045698226393679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2324045698226393679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2324045698226393679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2324045698226393679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/pretty-girl-way.html' title='&quot;Pretty Girl (The Way)&quot;'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-447686521266769119</id><published>2007-01-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:23:24.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Had Been Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RauwFgoKCmsAADjfONI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RauwFgoKCmsAADjfONI1/GIG_Aheshi_0098.JPG?et=ngEuh194dVNqmb0CrqD4Vw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I know the reason behind all the mysteries, behind of the lies, behind of the thoughts, behind of the disturbance, behind of EVERYTHING!!! I am glad that I already know the truth. I am glad that now i know everything. Now my life feels much better. No more to think about except thinking how to go through it. SURVIVE. Ok nothing much to say. I hate to talk longer. So that is all. I'm 90% back to live. Now i can sleep tyte. MUAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-447686521266769119?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/447686521266769119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=447686521266769119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/447686521266769119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/447686521266769119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/truth-had-been-told.html' title='The Truth Had Been Told'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-3205155308069826847</id><published>2007-01-15T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T04:33:15.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RaqSrQoKCmsAAFQ9B-Q1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RaqSrQoKCmsAAFQ9B-Q1/3469063928196l.jpg?et=5UY4xxxtkmnk32QkueiX7A" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its 4.25 am. I stil can't sleep. Why? I dunno. That's for me to find out. Loads of things in my mind. Geez~ I hate it when i think alot. I need to sleep. But i just can't. I wanted to take a sleeping pill but then i don't want to because my stomach are empty. I'm afraid i might get gastrick. Darn it. I have to bare with it. Someone please knock my head so if i'm fainted, i can go to "sleep". That is all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-3205155308069826847?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/3205155308069826847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=3205155308069826847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3205155308069826847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/3205155308069826847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-7780724289092961441</id><published>2007-01-14T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:38:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aHesHi Last Jamming Session This Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RaklpgoKCmsAAE7lTD01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RaklpgoKCmsAAE7lTD01/aHesHi%205.jpg?et=gERpj8295ug%2C7FMNYKVnag" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;First of, I wanna apologise to those people who came but they have to wait about 2hrs for the session to start. It wasn't our fault. We already booked the place for that night and that time (8pm). But then we didn't expect it to be close. They didn't tell us at first. Luckily we recieved another msg after about 30mins waiting, that someone would come to open the studio. YOSH!! LUCKY!! But then, it took the guy to come longer than what we expected. Org kan beranak pun terberanak kali sudah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jamming itself was a.... A OK~ hehe.. i wouldn't say it was great or sucks. It was fun lah. Although i felt kinda nervous. Usually when i asked people to come, there's only a few who came. But this time, WOW. The numbers were amazing. More than 5 people amazing. Usual number would be max 4-5 people lah. This time, i think it was more than 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i made alot of mistakes &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png" /&gt; and also i got the lyrics wrong when i sang Can't Take My Eyes Off of You. HAHAHA!! That was really amberassing. hehe.. Towards the end of the show, my adapter for my guitar effect was having a problem. It gone loose  and it always resets the effect of my guitar. Darn~ Oh well. What a luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrgiht!! I wanna thanks to those people who came. Here are the lists of names who came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bro (Syaf)&lt;br /&gt;Julezz (The Fiance)&lt;br /&gt;Zool&lt;br /&gt;Ripin (Although he left early b4 the show even started yet)&lt;br /&gt;Yasien&lt;br /&gt;Hawa(iakah?)&lt;br /&gt;Nis (Julezz's sis) and the guy she was with&lt;br /&gt;Azim&lt;br /&gt;Dyjie&lt;br /&gt;Minah&lt;br /&gt;Kidah&lt;br /&gt;Khalid (and the friends? Cuzin?)&lt;br /&gt;A Band Once...they are: SyafPikong, Khai, Adi &amp; Izzat&lt;br /&gt;Husaini&lt;br /&gt;Wan@Santet@Tony's Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Shukri's friends (female...i would love to know them =p)&lt;br /&gt;Kawan2 si Shukri yg lain&lt;br /&gt;Kawan2 si Wan@Santet@Tony's friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else i missed out? Well.. thanks to those who i haven't mention too. I appreciate it guys &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my band mate. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st/lead Guitar @ Vocal: Syazwan @ Santet @ Tony&lt;br /&gt;Bassist: Boy&lt;br /&gt;Drummer: Shukri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys were awesome. Thanks for letting me into the band and accepting me as the 4th member of aHesHi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;WOOOOOO aHesHi!!! WOOOOO~~~ v4a \m/&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-7780724289092961441?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/7780724289092961441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=7780724289092961441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7780724289092961441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/7780724289092961441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/aheshi-last-jamming-session-this-season.html' title='aHesHi Last Jamming Session This Season'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-2361869408870429271</id><published>2007-01-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:08:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aHesHi DEFINITELY Last Jamming Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/51/23561515/2575415404077l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/51/23561515/2575415404077l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, January 13th definitely gonna be the last jamming for this season. Syazwan @ Santet @ Tony is going back to Kuala Lumpur on Sunday. As usual, same place same time. You all are most welcome to see us jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Raziqin's Studio (Jerudong Park's Food Court)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm sending message randomly to all of you. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nacatus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-2361869408870429271?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/2361869408870429271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=2361869408870429271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2361869408870429271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/2361869408870429271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/aheshi-definitely-last-jamming-session.html' title='aHesHi DEFINITELY Last Jamming Session'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-6389868630743192811</id><published>2007-01-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:12:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Way from The UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RaUVuAoKCmsAABFEPAI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RaUVuAoKCmsAABFEPAI1/Chocos.jpg?et=wtJrdVxM6cJjmonaU4DFvg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend (Navila) bought me this. All the way from the UK. Mars Delight, Swiss Choco and Mark's &amp; Spencer's Choco Chips. Well, actually i got it back when we were having bbq party here at our place. The sister gave it to me. But i haven't got the chance to eat it till now. Haha.. These are for me only. No i won't share it with any of you although you're a family member. wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars Delight my second favourite choco. Well, the 1st would be the usual Mars. hehe.. I love Mars. hehe.. Thanks to my bestfriend. LAP YOU PAKAI KAIN!! Thanks alot!! Next time, Mars Drinks plang. Heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-6389868630743192811?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6389868630743192811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=6389868630743192811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6389868630743192811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6389868630743192811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-way-from-uk.html' title='All The Way from The UK'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1579542723045109862</id><published>2007-01-06T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:09:17.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aHesHi Last Jamming Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/51/23561515/825828898l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/51/23561515/825828898l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be 2 jamming session that we're gonna have next week before January 15th. That is before Syazwan is going back to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia for his studies. Atleast there will be 1 jamming session which is confirm on Tuesday, January 9th, 2007. The second and last jamming session is yet to be confirm soon. You guys are welcome to see us rock the tiny stage at Raziqin's studio. See you there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Don't mistook me with Syazwan. I refer my self as Nacatus. Syazwan is another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-1579542723045109862?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1579542723045109862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1579542723045109862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1579542723045109862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1579542723045109862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/aheshi-jamming-session.html' title='aHesHi Last Jamming Session'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-696223061388040070</id><published>2007-01-06T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:48:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RZ6O4woKCmsAAGTQIkI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RZ6O4woKCmsAAGTQIkI1/Dinner%20Receipt.jpg?et=Y5aJ%2CnDr5yGMJvrVID75Rg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yea that's it for my birthday. Just a small family dinner with a guest, Santet. Haha.. I thought the 7th person would be si Julezz. The more the merrier right? Ofcourse MrPilot was not there. So he subs him lah. haha.. The dinner was a blast. Syukur Alhamdulillah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fill my tummy to the max. No more space for food. Oredered chicken ramen for me self. And the rest were all sushi~ all our favorite sushi dishes. Eg. shake, salmon maki, mini california special with salmon inside, idago, etc etc. Thanks to my father for the treats also to my brother. I think he paid also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my birthday was ok. Not really interesting. No celebration. No nothing. Presents? Hmm.. 1 I think. Not sure yet. Zool said he gave me his acoustic guitar for free and as a birthday present. True? I'm not sure. If yes, that'll be great. Then one of my wish list did come true. Although its not the exact thing, but atleast it is an acoustic guitar. Thanks dude. I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who greeted me for my birhtday, thanks alot. Especially to Beth, she was the 1st to greet me exactly at 12. and the last person would be, hmm, i can't remember. Ismail @ Wira an ex classmate back in SOAS College. Thanks again guys. I didn't expect alot of people would remember my birthday (except those in multiply which I've already notified 3 months ago =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-696223061388040070?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/696223061388040070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=696223061388040070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/696223061388040070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/696223061388040070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday-dinner.html' title='Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-6906200450660743363</id><published>2007-01-04T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T02:08:26.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip To KayKay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ola~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very long time i haven't blog. Why? Since i don't read people's blog. So people would not read mine too &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png" /&gt; I'll try to make it as short as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took off from Azim's place at 0400hrs to fetch Minah. Arrived at Kuala Lurah's Immigration at 0430 hrs and it was already a long queue. I think we were about 500m from the gate. I think lah~ So we waited for 1 hr and 30 mins for the gate to the Immigration to open. Finally we past the border to the Sarawak side by 7am. Wow~ that is a long queue eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. at first Azim was driving from home till Limbang Town. I started to drive from Limbang. Next the story goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limbang Town (Serawak) -&gt; cross river on ferry -&gt; Puni (Temburong) -&gt; Labu (Temburong) -&gt; cross river on ferry -&gt; Lawas -&gt; long drive -&gt; Merapok &amp; Sipitang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipitang was the last immigration chops. Next is a very very veeheheheherryyy~~ long drive to Kota Kinabalu. Arrived at KK's area around 1400 hrs. Checked in at the apartment and took a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs, got ready to go to the airport to pick up Dyjie (Azim's gf). She was using the airplane because she had to go to work from 0700 hrs till 1500 hrs. So she had to take a flight in order to join us. Cut story short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we went to Centrepoint to change our cash. Then went for a New Year's Eve dinner somewhere at Tanjung Aru area. There were bloody alot of people there. Traffic jam yaww~ After dinner, we were planning to watch the fireworks on the other side of Tanjung Aru, but then the traffice stranded us. We only saw a few minutes of the fireworks and guess what? We celebrated New Year in the car. wahhaa.. what a way to celebrate New Year. LOL. Oh well, we all were really tired, so we went back to the apartment. I didn't go clubbing coz i was too tired to walk. Even too tired to crawl nor open my eyelid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, i was the last one to wake up. Everyone was already awake. Scent of the food wakes me up, The shine of the suns made me feel uncomfortable. So i had to wake up. Next we went shopping shopping shopping till we forgotten about lunch. haha.. Had lunch some place which i forgotten what it was called. We spent RM150 for lunch. wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next went to Sutera Harbour Resort to check it out. I must say.. it is way better than Empire Hotel &amp;amp; Country Club that we have here in Brunei. Sutera Harbour offers alot of stuffs. What makes it better is the offshore activities. Yatch, ships, cruise, Islands visits etc. The water there was really clear. I can see alot of marine living things. What a great place it was. After that, went to shop till we dropped again. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the apartment to rest for 1/2 hr and started to go out again. Where? To hang out at Starbucks and get online. hehe.. We spent our time there till it was about time for them to close the shop. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd and the last day, i was the last person to wake up again. hahah.. Went for a last minute shopping to finish up our cash. =p since i didn't know what else to buy. So i spent my money on foods. Where? Starbucks. wahaha... Finally we took off from the shopping complex at around 1300 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a long drive back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! when we were on our way to Lawas. There was a road block. At front was Azim's parent's car, then us and then Azim's uncle's car. Azim's parents were asked to go through. Then us, the Policemen saw us wearing safety belt, then he asked for my IC and License. Everything was ok. I can see they were not satisfied, so they asked me to press the break. Next they asked me to stop at the side and asked me to come out. i was like? OH SHIT?!! KANA SAMAN NI IH!! The policeman explained that the wing light was not lit. WTF?!! IT WAS AT FIRST!! Paloi wah!! They fined me because of that only? I told them it was on when i checked it. Maybe there was something wrong with the wiring when were on our way. FUCK YOU POLICEMAN!! I thought Bruneian's police was the worse. This fucking police from that country are much more worse!! A warning and adivce to fix it would be great. But gave me a fine is NOT OK!! FUCK YOU!!! I Officially hate police from Malaysia now. I don't care some of you would say not all of them are like that. Fuck them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove off. I don't care.. Tunjuk terror dapan police atu lagi ku. haha.. kima!! FUCK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next......... We found out that Dyjie's white form for entering Malaysian country was not in her passport. So we expected that it was taken by the officer at Lawas Immigration. Fuck.. we found it when we were in Kuala Lurah Already. We arrived there at 2045 hrs and was 1/2 relieved that we are almost home. But then.. since she was not allowed to go through, we had to drove back to Limbang town to write the White form and chop it there. FUCK!! It took about 30mins to drive from Kuala Lurah to Limbang town. The immigration at Kuala Lurah close at 2200hrs. Luckily we made it. Arrived back at Kuala Lurah on time when the gate was about to close. wahahha.. handal. Laju lerr~~ but scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back with alot of memmories and written a history of my life on the 2nd day of 2007. wahah.. I GOT FINED!! Ok.. i talked alot. It ends here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Hope you guys didn't fell asleep reading my blog. Thanks anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-6906200450660743363?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/6906200450660743363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=6906200450660743363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6906200450660743363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/6906200450660743363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2007/01/trip-to-kaykay.html' title='Trip To KayKay'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-1473629090557963854</id><published>2006-12-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:01:26.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>My Results!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I should have posted this last week. But i kept on forgetting about it. Anyway, my final reults for the exams + assisgnments + course work are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Drawing - Distinction&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Mechanics - Pass&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Mathematics - Pass&lt;br /&gt;Fluid Mechanics - Pass&lt;br /&gt;Intruduction to Civil Engineering - Pass&lt;br /&gt;Computing - Merit&lt;br /&gt;Suveying - Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, Pass for this 1st semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinction (85% above) ; Merit (65% - 84%) ; Pass (50% - 65%)...... i think lah =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i have to worry about is my Communication Skills' presentation result. I have confidence that I'm going to pass that one too &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&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/9988771-1473629090557963854?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/1473629090557963854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=1473629090557963854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1473629090557963854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/1473629090557963854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-results.html' title='My Results!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116365005200549946</id><published>2006-11-16T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:07:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangkap Basah then Mati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Feels so tempting to post. So i decided to post this one instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RVvhHgoKCksAAHioBHw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RVvhHgoKCksAAHioBHw1/Aww.jpg?et=%2CU6wyi%2C0Tif205Pgs30Bcw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of love bird, or should i say a pair love fly are making out outside my window. What? They think my window is a bed? Bloody flies go fine somewhere else to make babies. So when i caught them red handed, i took this pic. After that sprayed them with a sheltox. Get what i mean? Tangkap basah = mati. basah coz of the spray. Then it died. haha.. Lame~ But hey, at least i killed them so that there'll be lesser germs. haha.. Anyhoo~ Warning to others, dont make love on my window. Kana tangkap basah.. then mati kang. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-116365005200549946?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116365005200549946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116365005200549946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116365005200549946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116365005200549946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/11/tangkap-basah-then-mati.html' title='Tangkap Basah then Mati'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116274276189980298</id><published>2006-11-06T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:06:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RU4IdwoKCksAABWvJq01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RU4IdwoKCksAABWvJq01/spectacles-xxx.jpg?et=eofWgXL5R4eBpHaSTlnikA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to post this last thursday but i was too lazy to do it. Anyway, last thursday i woke up late because i had this massive headache. err.. migrane. Still i went to ITB because i was having a test on Fluid Mechanics. But then, it was too late for me to sit for the test. By the time i arrived there, it was already 0800 hrs. So i waited till 0900 hrs till the lecturer came out of the class. So i went in when the clock ticks. My friend told me about the test and they were given a warning about people who did not sit for the test will not given marks except if they have a MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i left ITB and went to Sg Hanching's clinic. I waited and waited till it was my turn to see the doctor. When i told the doctor about my migrane, she asked me whether i had an eye check up before or not. I told her that i havn't. She asked me whether i wear spectacles or not, and i told her i used to. Then the doc asked me to go to RIPAS hospital to have an eye check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did what i've told. I went to RIPAS. Did the eye check. Were asked to read the letters from top to the bottom. Then came to the 4th line. Instead of telling the nurse it was an O, i said it was a Q. haha.. and then, i said "There's no stars on that thing right?" The nurse laughed her ass off!! She said it was an A. LOLz!! Then the eye specialist doctor checked my eyes. She was...i dunno. she was looking through my eyes using this equipment. And finally the doc told me the result. My eyes is getting blurry. I should get a spectacles or else my my migrane will get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it!! i'm gonna wear spects again!! i can't believe it!! urrrgh~~ stupid spects. So guys, suggest me spects that i could wear. I dunno anything about spects. Hahah.. ok that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-116274276189980298?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116274276189980298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116274276189980298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116274276189980298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116274276189980298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/11/blurry.html' title='Blurry'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116169939805825278</id><published>2006-10-24T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:16:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 1st Day Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RT4ePgoKCksAAGI78Dg1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RT4ePgoKCksAAGI78Dg1/Aww%2802%29.jpg?et=V1Yfx%2CGVnTPwpFdD5RaGpw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We woke up kinda early, i said "kinda" pasal by the time kami arrived di masjid, Imam mengangkat takbir Sembahyang Aidilfitri dah. haha.. After that went back home. Rehat sekajap. Terikah sinjang and makan noodle. Then sesi bergambar se-family minus 1 bro. 4 kali dah ni ia nada ah. Insya Allah next year ada ia tu. Lapas atu betulak ke rmh nini di lambak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, everyone were not yet arrived. So have to wait for all the families to come. Complete? then tahlil followed by meals. Nyaman yaww makanannya~~ Finally sessi ber-gambar2 keluarga masing2. Stayed there till about 1plus kali tu. inda ingat lah. 2ish? i dunno. After that we went to visit Amit Hj Wahab's house (dad's bro) di Delima Satu. And sambung ke rmh sebalah arh Tua Hj Ja'afar (dad's bro). Sekali ke lambak lagi arh rmh si neneng. haha.. inda ku ingat nama mulah bapa nya. They are relatives plang jua. err... dulu time di kampong kami se-kampong lah tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Sapig, my sis and I went back home coz ngalih dah. Balik rumah baru tah kami start pasang pelita (lampu minyak tanah). aku kana suruh mencangkul, aku kana suruh menimbus. jubo bana si tuha atu. ia kraja sanang saja. mau kan melawakan rmh. wahhaaha.. marah ani wah. Finished by 7ish in the evening. Now i got to rest for sure. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok atu saja kali. cheers~~&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-116169939805825278?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116169939805825278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116169939805825278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116169939805825278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116169939805825278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-1st-day-raya.html' title='Story 1st Day Raya'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116154993272421546</id><published>2006-10-23T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:45:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sahur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RTvWqAoKCksAABbFTCw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RTvWqAoKCksAABbFTCw1/Hari%20Raya%20From%20Nacatus.jpg?et=0c5jbLf%2C0lky05aT1vz%2CUg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coincidently, our last sahur's menu are almost as same as our first sahur's menu. Ayam goreng and Udang berabus. hehe.. saja kan share ani. Bah.. selamat menunaikan hari ke-last ibadat puasa. Assalamualaikum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-116154993272421546?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116154993272421546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116154993272421546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116154993272421546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116154993272421546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-sahur.html' title='Last Sahur'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116153953833853877</id><published>2006-10-23T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:52:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RTutkAoKCksAAEhqyFY1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RTutkAoKCksAAEhqyFY1/Hari%20Raya%20From%20Nacatus.jpg?et=LhSn3JO1Q1CHIxSl4lxxnw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin khas dari saya. Jika ada silap than salah, harap dimaafkan. Ampun maaf dipinta dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki. Halalkan makan dan minum saya. Moga Allah akan memberkati anda. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-116153953833853877?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116153953833853877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116153953833853877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116153953833853877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116153953833853877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116145268118359324</id><published>2006-10-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:44:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey.. i look gud as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. When is the next time you will make out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that..i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with "LUCK"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fuck..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mars~ coz i love the choco. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. Who's the 4th person on your missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;calls list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. What is your favorite tone on your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;steve vai - God gave rock and roll to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;greeb t's. Abercormbue &amp; Finch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. What do you "label" yourself as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wise~ =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now? not wearing it atm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. Bright or dark room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i luv her.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on? the comfy one? or the big one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;chatting with her..i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your mobile say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bang nya bapa jgn akhir balik. Dgni bekeraja d rmh. (LOLz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;16. What's a word or phrase that you say a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;shit shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Iyan &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the past 3 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as in medicine? 6x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;20. What are the 3 things important in the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;communication, trust, n hmm...i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;uhh.. i duno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;none..i think. people are making me as enemy coz they are jeles bout me.but i dont treat them as enemy. see how gud i am. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Her pics!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to my sis.. "she's back!! awww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yeah i do..and its her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Loco Roco's theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;damn..im gonna have a revenge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;29. If you could punch 1 person in the face, who would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hmm...someone who pissed me off at skul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;30. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my printer box&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/9988771-116145268118359324?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116145268118359324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116145268118359324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116145268118359324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116145268118359324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey.html' title='Survey~'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-116015763815676334</id><published>2006-10-07T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:00:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Notification</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People people~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, January the 5th is my birth day. So, you guys have aout less than 3 months to kumpul duit to get me something. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish list for birthday present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Epiphone explorer (the one macam James Hedfield of Metallica, lurus kah ejaan namanya ah?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add 2 long cables; an amplifier; distortion; if possible a new effect (althou i bought one for meself oledi); loads of D'adrrio size 8 or 9 strings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new acoustic guitar (hmm..im thinking of Fender for that,or maybe Gibsons; yg dapat kunik ke pc ah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A 2GB memorystick duo for PSP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new PSP UMD game (i want a cool game)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New phone wif better camera resolution and can play MP3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zune..(i think im in love with that gadget)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash for me to build my own recording studio (including musical instrument)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiicket to either KK, or KL, or S'pore, but i prefer either UK so that i can visit my bro or Phillipine to see someone special in my heart.eyseh..jiwang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All three LFC's new footie jersey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..i think that is all for now. i'll update more. Thank you for your concern and start tah mengumpul duit kamu. Jgn lupa ah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&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/9988771-116015763815676334?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/116015763815676334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=116015763815676334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116015763815676334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/116015763815676334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/early-notification.html' title='Early Notification'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115980698267249166</id><published>2006-10-03T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:46:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision or Playing PSP?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE@aQoKCksAADQHYL41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RSE@aQoKCksAADQHYL41/Psp%20notes.jpg?et=LvqBypu%2CVkpi57G7%2CnjHdg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok... My workshop class baru saja habis. And we were suppose to have Ugama but then the lecturer didnt turn up. So my collegues and i was doing our revision for our E Mech test later that afternoon. Revise punya revise.. makin mentally exhausted because last night i didnt even sleep. Maybe because i slept tooooo much last saturday night and i drank Mocha banyak2. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skali nya kan... i lay my head on the table lah just to get rest for a few mintues. closed my eyes and thinking what should i do to release this stressness.. *tink* YES!! the lamps did light up coz a few of the lamps in the class was switched off. haha.. at the same time aku terfikir pasal PSP ku. So, apalagi main PSP lain. Was planning to play the Loco Roco demo the one that my bro sent to me. Skali!!! nada wah... jubo banar.. fikir punya fikir, kalo main Pro Evo Soccer, batah kan habis. Check lagi beg ku..rupanya aku ada bawa UMD beg ku. wahaha.. main Burnout Legend lah ku macam org gila dgn emosi nya menyumpah computer opponent. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. adang2.. kan tdr ku..d mlm nda tdr..so malam ani tdr.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-115980698267249166?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115980698267249166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115980698267249166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115980698267249166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115980698267249166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/revision-or-playing-psp.html' title='Revision or Playing PSP?'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115980686202922592</id><published>2006-10-03T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:34:22.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipit Melepak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7QwoKCksAACn6dGo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7hwoKCksAACoWdhc1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7QwoKCksAACn6dGo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RSE7QwoKCksAACn6dGo1/Pipit.jpg?et=EV9GWjA7sl2mePJ4jjtsHw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This morning when i was trying to jamur my tuala di tabuk (i mean kan di sapit arah kunci tabuk atu) so since it was raining,i didnt buka tabuk lah. tpi kaaaan.. i saw this sekor burung pipit melepak di atas batu siring tabuk ah. macam hang out sorg2 ia. kalo ia pandai besigup, sigup2 ia lagi tu. It was interesting to look at. Cute hantap brabis sampai habis nasi ayam nyamooo~~ coolness ih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7QwoKCksAACn6dGo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7cAoKCksAACn6dHw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RSE7cAoKCksAACn6dHw1/Pipit%2801%29.jpg?et=72h3epRk%2CRb%2CkLouhopokg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i took few pics of it, then the bird flew away. Oh how i wish i could fly freely like the bird. Syok jua tu.. i can see people from the bird eye view. i always have this fantasy that i could fly. So that easy ku ke skulah, ke kadai, beninja.. wahahah.. why cant humans fly? hmm.. atleast ada sayap macam Angel kah. rugged jua tu.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7QwoKCksAACn6dGo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RSE7hwoKCksAACoWdhc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RSE7hwoKCksAACoWdhc1/Pipit%2802%29.jpg?et=bKuc0izGd4XYbQ8Lq%2C86HA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough bullshitting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/9988771-115980686202922592?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115980686202922592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115980686202922592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115980686202922592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115980686202922592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/pipit-melepak.html' title='Pipit Melepak'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115963555061038971</id><published>2006-10-01T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:59:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hokay~ here's what i usually do when i get&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; online.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, i'll start from the very beginning of everything lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/journal/photos/hi-res/upload/RR6aFwoKCksAAB7rez41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RR6aFwoKCksAAB7rez41/WTF.JPG?et=ILw%2CZ5mu23%2Czwae2lJLHPw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Switch on the laptop, wait till the main windows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then sign in on Window Live messenger, minimize so that the Windows Live Today would not open coz it lag my laptop speed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that open winamp and firefox mozilla.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open messenger again when it already signed in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;click on the "Read Mail" tab and then switch to firefox while hotmail is loading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surf to narutofan; open new tab, surf gotlurk for onepiece and bleach; surf thru stoptazmo for eyeshield21.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After all those 3 mangas and animes site, i read my mail from hotmail while waiting for gmail to load.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then check my gmail mail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that, check my friendster whether i haf new testi or friend requests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next check my blogger for tag messages and at the same time in a different tab im also checking HER blogger to see her updates. u know who HER is. hehe.. yea..Iyan.. rindu kat dia lerrr..brabis!! Sometimes, if rajin check other's blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that MULTIPLY-ing brabis2!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally BruStu-ing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally Finally, Multiply-ing and BruStu-ing till im very sleepy or fall asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my Cyber routine. haha... not much eh..&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/9988771-115963555061038971?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115963555061038971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115963555061038971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115963555061038971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115963555061038971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/10/online-routine.html' title='Online Routine'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115934301660886349</id><published>2006-09-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:43:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost It</title><content type='html'>FUCK DAMIT!! MY PREVIOUS SKIN WAS ACCIDENTLY DELETED!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!! I lost all my links.. so everyone.. pls pls pls pls... leave ur link here on my tag board again.. sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115934301660886349?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115934301660886349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115934301660886349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115934301660886349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115934301660886349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-lost-it.html' title='I Lost It'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115920878586781731</id><published>2006-09-26T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:26:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITB Sports Day 2006</title><content type='html'>I know this one is expired already. hahaha.. sal aku lupa upload bah. anyway, that dat was really fun. I voluntered as one of the judges and i was elected as the Head of Judges from students' side. good ah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo... i found out that most of the judges were from Civil Eng dept, and most of those people who compete was from Mech Eng dept. how active are both of these Dept are!! skulah 7 days a week, volunteer slalu, active slalu. WOW!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..guess which Rumpun @ House won the overall? OFCOZ LAH RUMPUN BERSATU!!! waahahaha.. the red rumpun!! hahah.. hijau buruk ah.. hahahaha.. hmmm... *lari dari si apiz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah..chio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nacatus.multiply.com/photos/album/35?last_read=1&amp;mark_read=nacatus:photos:35"&gt;Multipy Link For Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115920878586781731?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115920878586781731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115920878586781731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115920878586781731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115920878586781731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/itb-sports-day-2006.html' title='ITB Sports Day 2006'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115920859453889477</id><published>2006-09-26T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:32:32.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody E Mech!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RRgLKQoKCksAAH7o7Rs1/Snap%21%2813%29.jpg?et=U8nNH0NdHtOWe9JWECFKvg" /&gt;Bloody E mech unit made my head spun like gasing!!! had been doing the equation since last night. apa yg ku dapat tulis? well, 1/4 of each question was done. damn it.. bukannya ku inda belajar time di class.. aku kompius yoo~~ atu pun yg all the 1/4 answers atu aku buat di skulah tadi kawan ku mengajar. then the rests aku lupa apa yg ia ckp.pasal paning dah ku dibuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! anything yg physics in it made me head macam kan pacah kepala? dari form 4 dah nda ku pandai physics ani. nasib ku tu pass physics masa O level ah. kalo kan mo tau.. dari form 4 till now asal anything bout physics made me feel so sleepy. paling rock, masa form 4-5 aku tdr nganya. notes ku pun nada.. haha.. luckily i passed by hardwork. LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriusly i need hardwork in this e mech. but it seems like im goin no where.masih suck at it. next week lagi ada CTA on this unit. damn~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah adang ih..gonna try to do it again.. kalo inda BAIK KU TIDOOOO~~ lagi nyaman utak ku.. wahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chio yaww~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115920859453889477?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115920859453889477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115920859453889477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115920859453889477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115920859453889477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/bloody-e-mech.html' title='Bloody E Mech!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115920845139799271</id><published>2006-09-26T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:20:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices of Laptop To Buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  Au~~ bukan nya copy cat dari si apiz ni. aku pun kompius apa kan di bali.. so need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px;" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RRgbfAoKCksAAEK80O01/Asus%20W5F.jpg?et=UD%2BPLPiGL4q1zGBjlatPsw" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;  1st choice is &lt;a href="http://www.asus.com/products4.aspx?modelmenu=2&amp;model=1011&amp;amp;l1=5&amp;l2=75&amp;amp;l3=0"&gt;Asus W5F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i really wana get this one.&lt;br /&gt;it cost $2998. 12.1" yawww... tpi balum ada lagi.masih nunggu.found diz one di CF king.so aku tunggu ani lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px;" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RRgbnwoKCksAAEfedgA1/Asus%20S6F.jpg?et=82%2Buf%2C8npQ5Ek4rpBLBCIw" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  2nd is &lt;a href="http://reviews.cnet.co.uk/laptops/0,39030092,49264067,00.htm"&gt;Asus S6F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost $3688 for the Magnesium Alloy + Carbon Fiber edition&lt;br /&gt;It cost $3988 for the leather edition hahah... mahal ah..i dont think im gonna get this one.sja masukan dlm choice ku. its 11.1" yaww..this one ti CF King jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px;" src="http://images.nacatus.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RRgbwgoKCksAAEqIgv81/Acer%20TravelMate.jpg?et=ripd7PbZfl09Nf6d%2Bp3BEg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  Last is &lt;a href="http://www.acernotebooks.co.uk/Acer_TravelMate_3010_Dual_Core_Laptops/prod.asp"&gt;TravelMate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure the link to this one is the correct one. sesungguhnya it was a 12.1" laptop lah..this one i surveyed it di Concept. It cost $109 X 24mths wif All in One  HP printer which aku asked them to include that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.. gimme a suggestion on those..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115920845139799271?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115920845139799271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115920845139799271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115920845139799271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115920845139799271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/choices-of-laptop-to-buy.html' title='Choices of Laptop To Buy'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115857764902624408</id><published>2006-09-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:07:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada Ada Saja~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last thursday ada org peminta sedakah di ITB. astagaaaaa~~ dakat kerita ku lagi tu.yg membari panas hati lagi..pinjamnya gitar ku pastu ampainya cap nya den menyanyi tia minta sedakah. ish ish ish..umur masih muda.. cuba tah belajar cari rezeki secara baik.meminta sedakah ani membari malu bah.inda ja?? ih.. macam kenal jua peminta sedakah ani.. OOOOPSS.. coursemate ku.. hahahaha.. apakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jubo wah anak ah.. nada kraja ampainya cap nya simpannya duit nya sendiri.. kes kan mentrick org yg ia atu laku lah kana bagi sedakah.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then last saturday ada Fass Night di UBD male hostel.my close pren Feefy was performing and ex-band mate ku asked me to come to liat dorg jamming.biasa lah..we musician mo kawan dtg so that they can comment udh ujung2 nanti.and dpt gitau sign langguage instrument mana yg inda kedengaran and mana yg cala bunyi nya.but so far everything was ok lah.the best part was the last part where they sang lagu Muse - Time Running Out and Fall Out Boys errr..lupa ku lagu nya.. haha..cana bulih aku lupa ani.. anyway.. semua org jumped!! pasal rugged kali ah.rasa kan naik wah time atu and screamo.ish pebaik sja galat rasa ku time atu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yg pacah nya lagi..ada band sebuting ani cacat. hahaha.. sdh tah 2nd guitar nya out of tune dari lead guitar.den bass nya pun out of tune jua.vocalist nya apa lagi.. perasan habis. hhahaha.ada lagi di aga nya bini2 atu nyanyi utk ia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya..ada lagi satu.vocalist invited oleh one of gang band kami, pacah wah ia menyanyi ah!!! over brabis!! awal2 rugged dah..pastu over.wierd brabis lah!!ia buat punch-the-air-kebawah thingy. laju lagi tu..tpi inda masuk.apakan?mauk kah?makai leather jacket yooo~~ jeans nya beggy~~ wahahaha.. bukan nya rock star tu.. POKLAN TU BUUUI~~he was singing Bintang Di Surga time atu.wahahha!! pacah wah suara nya ah.nasib jua audiance menyanyi.kalo inda wah.sakit telinga ku.so to eliminate his voice aku pun ikut nyanyi lah.kana signal bah aku kana suruh naik ke pantas mengganti ia.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ada awal2 skali lagi..time besigup2 sama si Feefy di luar..ada pundan ani..barigali yooo!!so facing arh lain lah ku.skali ada org manggil namaku.ku tulih lah.skali inda ku nampak sapa manggil aku ani.so, ku ignore lah.i heard my name was called again.skali pundan ani senyum ia arh ku.but then,macam familiar jua muka nya ani!! WAHAHAHHAHAH!!! si Shukring panya.. he's my neighbour.ia jadi pundan as his character for his performance that night.wahahahah!! PACAH WAH!! MACAM PUNDAN BANAR YOOO!!ia belakun lagi pacah.. sabijik sama macam pundan asli yg membarigali!! hahaha.. then i took of his pic and kawannya buat action kan cium ia.. wahahahha... pacah pacah pacah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah..im so fucking-ly tired.migrane brabis lagi. jubo ih.. nda jua skulah ni esk.aku inda mo damam.miss cha skulah. weyseh~~ hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: wana see the pics? go check in my multiply..see link tab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115857764902624408?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115857764902624408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115857764902624408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115857764902624408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115857764902624408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/ada-ada-saja.html' title='Ada Ada Saja~~'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115801286836700762</id><published>2006-09-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:31:28.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i haven't updated you for a week. Anyway, last week was a busy week for me but still it was fun. Well, to me everyday is busy busy busy~~ busy with assignments, reports, eca, side activities, bla bla bla.. anyway, i'm just gonna mention bout things that dont usually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i stayed at school till almost 2am in the morning. WOW!! amazing eh.. hahaha.. stayed there from 7pm. People who were there was Muiz (sonic), Pai, Fidah, the brother and I. We were finishing our E. Mech's practical report. *sigh* tiring you know.. banyak kraja buuui~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, we were having a tahlil at my crib sempena Nisfu Sya'aban and also baca doa selamat for my eldest bro's graduation. Loads of people was here at my house. Ofcourse especially HAK family. then a few from my dad's side, friends of my bros and some friends of my dads. It was fun but i was too tired so i went to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, on the same day i was elected as a Deputy Chairman for the teachers day. wahahaha.. rugged.. i wanted the Chairman title, but i guess it was not my luck. People who voted were voting based on the expression of people. How annoying is that? they dunno how very experienced i am. Even the Chairman who is my friend dont wana be a Chairman. He wants me to substitute the seat with me. haha.. inda apalah.. belajar bah. But to him, im the chairman although the title is his.coz he looks for advices from me. LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on friday, we were having my bro's Engagement party at Blues cafe. Yea it was a fun party. With the delicious food, cool place and most important thing was the karaoke. wahaha.. i conquered the karaoke. i sang alot of songs.. and and.. banyak lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, last saturday night i went to Nav's crib coz ada baca doa selamat for her coz she'll be going to UK for studies. so sad.. im lonely.. =( as you all know, Nav is my bestest bestfriend. *isk**isk* im gonna save my tears for the the she gonna fly off. I was really tired that night. I've been doing all my work since morning till afternoon. Tiring yo~~ so instead of goin straight back home, i stayed at azim's place to rest my eyes for an hour. BUT!! i slept till 3am.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday went out wif kaka Rahmat, the bf, azim, zizi, nav and thefling (boring).nda plang fun but kaka rahmat belanja hahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally last night which i was suppose to post this journal,but i fell asleep while doing it. hehehe.. so yea last night we were having a bday party for Bungsu Suri at Blues Cafe. HAK family was invited.well all of them ae HAK family. haha.. it was fun night. I counqered the karaoke again tpi awal2 sja time org makan. haha.. and syok lah kata kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..that is all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115801286836700762?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115801286836700762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115801286836700762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115801286836700762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115801286836700762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/busy-busy-week.html' title='Busy Busy Week!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115730031910487471</id><published>2006-09-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:18:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressfull Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic says it all. Yes had been a stressfull week. TWICE i went to school really late. That was on wednesday and thursday.MIGRANE YOOO~~ but atleast i got my job done. Yes... i finished my work.but still i got more work. more assignments, more reports. Just recieved 1 assignement last tuesday, then 2 assignments last thursday and another 2 last saturday.damn it.. i dued 1 assignment last wednesday, then another one last saturday and proly another one tomorrow. although i already sent 3 assignemnts, my assigments neva decreases. now i have 6 assignments including the one that im gonna send tomorro.it is really tough and tiring becomeing a civil engineer but yet it still fun. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget boout school already.lets talk bout something else.saturday night. yea.. saturday night was  ok to me.well not really ok.it was boring though to be honest.i went out wif azim and zizi.we went to mummy's shop to get Mind Your Language dvd.do u guys know what's that? haha.. its a classic British Comedy.it is fucking hilarious.u guys should watch it.anyway, back to my story.after that we went to farmbasket to lepak.it was really sunyi.not many people.oh ya~` i saw si jack di sana.continue..we were there for 1hr ish only. how suck is that? but the thing im gonna tell is even suck-er than that. we went home early.it was not 10pm yet and i went home. wtf? its fucking early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived home,went online,many people tegur-ed me that "WTF dude,it is not u to get online at this early" haha.. heran sorg2 kawan2 online ku. LOLz.. while chatting to people,i fell asleep. LOL.. tired habis jua tu aku ah. hahaha.. pacah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i stayed at home the whole day. then after magrhib i went to khai place to hang out for a while then went to school for the Forum club. yes im in a forum club.hafiz is in too.in the club,i gained more knowledge.more understanding of Islam.more stories. ok..im gonna share this with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I.S.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what does it stands for? Ini Sejarah Kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i typed that? i've learnt that err.. ada this fucking Israeli dude mentioned about 3 weakness of Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;tidak mengkaji sejarah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;malas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cant remember this one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; i've learnt that western people are the strongest at the moment. wana know why? coz they learnt the history of mankind.history of Islam not to be excluded.the use their knowledge on history to get better and to be ontop. where are we Muslim people?getting lazier and lazier and penting kan hal2 dunia sahaja. do u guys know that Islam counquered the world in any kind of prospect?knowledge and skills.after the fall of.. Khalifah..errr.. lupa lah.khalifah yg terlast skali,as in when he died, Islam was getting weaker and weakertill now,we are lower than the western people position when they were suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more things to tell. we learnt arabic words like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anna = saya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anta = awak/kami/you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;antum = kamu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;syukran = terima kasih&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;afwan = sama2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tafadal = silakan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kulum = hati&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; we also learnt the meaning of Islam. Islam means menyerah diri or tunduk patuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which of this sentence are wrong and correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya Islam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya islam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; so which sentence is correct?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya Lari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya lari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; how bout this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me knw what's the answer is.then i'll tell u the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115730031910487471?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115730031910487471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115730031910487471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115730031910487471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115730031910487471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/09/stressfull-week.html' title='Stressfull Week'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115677770550442993</id><published>2006-08-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:11:34.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened  last week.  Well some interesting things happened though but i rather not share it. Monday.. nothing.. Tuesday.. nothing.. wednesday.. nothing.. thursday.. nothing..&lt;br /&gt;saturday.. well, yea i got something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday i went mental in class coz of some people in my class who was making noise while we all were doing our tutorial work during Miss Ratiah's class. That was during Eng Math class. Anyhoo, Miss Ratiah was asking all of us to settle down and keep the voice down while doing our work. Some of us was doing her work and some were doing some other work like doing a secret revision for the test for Survey's theory right after the E Math finished and some are doing their assignments for Intro to Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these people sitting behind was still making noise. Miss Ratiah had asked everyone to settle down and keep the volume down for 3 times but still they are loud. As loud as in the fish market. So my friends who sat beside me were like "sindirin-ing" them like a fish market by saying "Udang sekilo $2!! Sotong $3!!" "Sotong baju dalam $5!!" something like that lah.. haha.. still they were making noises. So i stood up and turned around and shouted to them "OII!! are u guys some what like a monkey in the zoo or what?if u guys wana work at the fish market better stop learning and becoming Civil Eng. We are here to learn not to make noise. People in here are studying and still not making noise as loud as you guys. Miss already asked us to low down the voice 3 fucking times. If you guys wana talk, go to kadai kopi lah!!! " then one of this girl i fuckingly dunno what's her name is although we've been in ITB for 5 weeks i still do not know her name.. but i call her big bewbies. coz she has big bewbies. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said back "bah Kopi O satu" than i stood up again "You want a coffee?i get one for you" in my mind i really wanted to get a coffee and splash it on her face" but then Miss Ratiah asked me to calm down and do my work or else it'll get worse. After that everyone was quite not like before. wahahha.. ganas ih.. so since then till today that girl,i think she hates me. you know how girls are. *sigh* she kept on trying to play with my patience by saying "aku inda plang pandai bekelai ani,tpi kalo org cari kelai jgn ku di bawa2" and WTF??? she's a girl.and its useless to pick a fight just because of that stupid lil thing. its not my fault anyway. we are adults and we have to think like an adult. Watch what situation she had put herself into. It wasnt my fault that i went mental. It was just for everybody's own gud. If none of the class gonna speak up to keep quite,no one will keep quite. WTF man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreget bout all that fucking shit. Back to what's happening that day. Well, night time to be exact. Boboy @ Ariff invited to his BBQ party at his place. Yes he was back for 2 weeks from UK and i only got to meet him the day before he left. So i went to his place wif Azim and Pikong. We had a very nice dinner and we did had fun. Except that it was raining heavily that night,so its kinda suck. but what to do?its God's will to make it raining that time. Boboy was as usual as he is. Except that he grew a goatae. haha.. same as me. cool~ we are adults now. That night i was suppose to sleep over at Pikong's place since we were planning to go to Unites Session's gig and Airholes' album launching the next day at the same time same place. But then since Pikong was planning to go out in the middle of the night (how shud i know what he's trying to do), so i slept over at Adi's crib not far from Pikong's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sunday afternoon Adi, Pikong and myself went to gadong. THere we met our friends, band's friends and the rest lah. The gig it self was a BOMB!! but feel so pitty for Airholes that they only sang 1 of their song and that was totally suck. They should have sing more. Coz it was suppose to be their day. Iatah sasak dorg. Not fair huh? But hey~~ they ROCK!! Airholes ROCK!! like their album. Congrates on Midi (Airhole's bassist) for designing the booklet of the album. It was really HANDAL!! haha.. THe songs are really good although i didnt listen to all of it. But it still ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea..what else.. ooooo.. today i started to help Mummy with her shop after school. All i did was writing down the books that we gonna do. So yea.. that is all i did in the shop. Nothing much.. haha.. although it was a simple job but also tiring orh~~ sitting there writting everything into the book for 4 hrs non stop. ngalih buuui~~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya~ i forgot something. During our SCP @ free time hours.. we were having this Palestinian Talk. It was about how cruel Zionist are to them. The inside story of the tragedy there. It really made me cry you know. Damn.. You guys should listen to the talk and watch the video clip and pics. Really gonna broaden your mind. If you guys wana listen to the talk. Just let me know about it and i'll try my best to make appointment for you guys. Oh ya.. i have this boycott thingy about stopping the Zionist's funding. I dunno whether i can show it here. Nanti lah.. i'll ask those people nanti if i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115677770550442993?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115677770550442993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115677770550442993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115677770550442993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115677770550442993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-of-nothing.html' title='A Week of Nothing'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115646792427297363</id><published>2006-08-25T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:23:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thingy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..sadang true..  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. how cool is that? i think its true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(185, 211, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.&lt;br /&gt;And while this may not seem big, it can be.&lt;br /&gt;It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...inda ku fhm.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 60% Capricorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcapricornareyouquiz/capricorn.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcapricornareyouquiz/"&gt;How Capricorn Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115646792427297363?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115646792427297363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115646792427297363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115646792427297363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115646792427297363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-thingy.html' title='Some thingy..'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115610180601199257</id><published>2006-08-21T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:23:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta say it to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I gotta say this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till i cry while i stare at your pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till i cry and wet my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till i cry when u came into my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till i cry wheneva say your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till my mind drifted away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till my mind cannot be focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till my mind is full of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you so badly till my mind is thinking about u all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you more than u think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you more than the water that can be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you more than the stars that you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you more than i love myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you as warm as the golden sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you as huge as the eyes could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you as far as human can travel to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you as deep as the deepest trench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A big piece of you are here in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A big piece of you are here in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A big piece of you are infront of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A big piece of you are in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your voice in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your image on my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your scent is in my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your touch is in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your warmth is around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your memories with me are in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I beg you my love...say that you miss me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I beg you my love...say that you love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I beg you my love...that there's pieces of me inside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I beg you my love...that i am inside of you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you , I love you, I love you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;        Dalenk51&lt;/span&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/9988771-115610180601199257?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115610180601199257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115610180601199257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115610180601199257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115610180601199257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-gotta-say-it-to-you.html' title='I gotta say it to you'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115605849281288102</id><published>2006-08-20T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:21:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sis's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY SISTER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOGA PANJANG UMUR AND MURAH REZEKI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAP U BRABIS!!! MAY GOD BLESS YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg Nacatus&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/9988771-115605849281288102?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115605849281288102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115605849281288102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115605849281288102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115605849281288102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/siss-bday.html' title='Sis&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115605813969032672</id><published>2006-08-20T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:15:39.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiring Day Yet Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday August the 19th.  It was a very tiring day.  1st,  we  were  having  a  surveying practical at school. The whether was damn hot and we were doing our survey right under the hot sun. Panas yooo~~ But hey atleast we enjoyed it. It was fun. Measuring the distance of the road, then measuring the distance between 3 tripods and the measuring the distance of the 3 tripods on slopes. Tiring yet fun. We managed to finish all the 3 tasks around 2 hrs plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon, we were having a site trip to Dewan Majlis (Parliment Building) which is still under construction. The building is really huge and magnificent. We were explained by the Project Manager that the building costs more than 1Million dollars. They showed us the finished imaginary pics of the building. It was sooo beautiful. Might be the 1 of the wonder of Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a tour inside the building which we were asked to wear construction helmet. hehe.. the inside of the building was really huge. Just by looking at it like that (with out paints, tiles and etc) it still look beautifull (besides the scent of the place and i even saw a squashed dead rat in there). LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they showed us the main entrance of the building which has a very very huge pillars. We were brought up to the rooftop of the building were we could see the minor roof which was in the shape of pyramid and the major roof in the shape of dome. A gigantic dome!! we can see everything from the top of the building even people taking their showers. Hahaha.. no lah that was just a joke. The building it self situated on top of a hill and it made it look even more beautifull. It was a fun trip but we have to make a report on it. damn.. haha.. so much work to do. more assignments added into my lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think that's about all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115605813969032672?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115605813969032672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115605813969032672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115605813969032672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115605813969032672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/tiring-day-yet-fun.html' title='A Tiring Day Yet Fun'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115565790589857492</id><published>2006-08-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:05:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song!!</title><content type='html'>Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my newly re-recorded song. A song called "Hey There Dellilah" originally sang by Plain White T's. I edited the lyrics a bit and played the guitar my ownself. I changed the song into "Hey There Nadya". So check it out at http://nacatus.multiply.com/music/item/10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115565790589857492?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115565790589857492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115565790589857492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115565790589857492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115565790589857492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-song.html' title='New Song!!'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115540287981840942</id><published>2006-08-13T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:14:39.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my love one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;I'm very worried about you.&lt;br /&gt;The rainstorm which i heard from the news really made me feel more worried.&lt;br /&gt;El-Nino Struck again.&lt;br /&gt;Especially area near to Phillipine.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is alright over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second, every minute, every hour, every day...&lt;br /&gt;you are always in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, your eyes, your image,&lt;br /&gt;keeps on playing on my eyes, my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Now i know how it is feel like to miss someone i really love&lt;br /&gt;I feel something is missing&lt;br /&gt;I feel so incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;It is just like the last piece of puzzle can not be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart for you..&lt;br /&gt;My love for you..&lt;br /&gt;My life for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you... i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalenk51 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115540287981840942?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115540287981840942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115540287981840942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115540287981840942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115540287981840942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m Missing You'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115520893134132983</id><published>2006-08-10T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:22:11.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week had past,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't feel like a week to me.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a month had just past.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it again,&lt;br /&gt;We went to meet each other three weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it again,&lt;br /&gt;It was just three weeks ago when i told you i love you&lt;br /&gt;It was just three weeks ago when things had begun&lt;br /&gt;It was just three weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after that,&lt;br /&gt;We met each other again,&lt;br /&gt;That time we see each other,&lt;br /&gt;I gave u my first kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling because of you.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after that,&lt;br /&gt;We went out for a date.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you again gave me energy.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the couch taking pictures for memories.&lt;br /&gt;I sat there thinking,&lt;br /&gt;It was the time that we should move on to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;I sat there thinking,&lt;br /&gt;How gratefull i was being beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I held your hands that day.&lt;br /&gt;It sent a message to me that you want me too.&lt;br /&gt;Softness of you skins,&lt;br /&gt;Bring tenderness to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold your hands longer.&lt;br /&gt;In the car i sang to you.&lt;br /&gt;Then you said you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! it feels so good when you said that.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels much even better when you kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;Saying farewell to you that day was kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to spend more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after,&lt;br /&gt;We met again.&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Was the first thing came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;We sat there laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was the one who made you laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there while holding hands,&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if i don't want to let go your hands.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could just hold hands till the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;You put your head on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Made me think you want me more than i could think off.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so in love that time.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish we could just sit like that till the sun comes up.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i could just spend the night with you,&lt;br /&gt;Just by sitting and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night we went out again.&lt;br /&gt;We hold hands all night long.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me as if you don't want to let go off me.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me as if you don't want me to run away.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me as if i'm a kite that could blown away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sticking with you.&lt;br /&gt;I let you hold my hands as long as you want.&lt;br /&gt;I let you hold my arms as thight as you like.&lt;br /&gt;I let you hold me around me as if you want to keep me with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hand really thight.&lt;br /&gt;I hold your arms and waist.&lt;br /&gt;I put my arms around your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Everything because i dont want you to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to meet you before you go.&lt;br /&gt;But because of stupid thing i missed it.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I called you up to tell you i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I cried when i talked to you.&lt;br /&gt;I cried when i said good bye.&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt want to say good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Because i wanted to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Saying good bye is like a taboo to me.&lt;br /&gt;I heard you talk.&lt;br /&gt;You cried too.&lt;br /&gt;I apologised that i didnt made it to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you,&lt;br /&gt;You forgave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the night before,&lt;br /&gt;i started to miss you so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you till i dreamnt about you almost everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, seriously i want to say this to you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you think off.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as if there is only you and i in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as if life is not that important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;       Dalenk51&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/9988771-115520893134132983?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115520893134132983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115520893134132983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I lie awake every morning I drive myself crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thinking of you! Lying in your arms knowing the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rest of the world could not harm me becz I've found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;safety in your arms. Now I toss and turn cz I cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sleep and I write this to you simply because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;knowing that I miss you so much! My life would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so incomplete without you! Words could not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;written how much I feel for you neither it can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth remains that I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wishing I could just hold you close next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I looked into your eyes, I see us together in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;future having the happiest moment together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cz hunz having you is like living in a fairy tale with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an endless happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you love you love you love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You dont know how much you mean to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am head over heals in love with you! Please tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me you love me too! I love you hunz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I never really knew what love is till I found you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would be such a fool if I din say I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cz you're the only one who can melt my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;away with your smile, take away my breathe just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by saying those three lovely words "I Love You".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My tears you wiped, my pain you lessen, my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you brighten. No one you make me as happy as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are! Hunz, with all love I cherish these words to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you! I love you... you drive me crazy everytime you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;say you do love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*mmuahugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;            Dalenk51&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115514001744252580?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115514001744252580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115514001744252580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115514001744252580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115514001744252580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/feeling-of-love_10.html' title='The Feeling of Love'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115504250731304783</id><published>2006-08-08T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:14:20.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Copied this from hunz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;This survey is gonna  probably make you uncomfortable, but if you do it...answer  honestly!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Then repost so others can do it. It is actually worth while,  one all about love, relationships, and all things like that, that most people  wont ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Longest relationship: more than 6 months..i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Shortest  relationship: a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-How many people have you broken up with? 15..i guess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-How many times have you truly been in love? twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-How  many boyfriends/girlfriends have told you that they love you? all of  'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever thought that you were going to marry the person you  were with? naaah~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever loved someone so much  that it hurt? yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever cried over a boyfriend or girlfriend?  yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Are you happy being single or in relationships? can i choose both?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend? yes, but i aint gonna do it nimore,it sux.waste of money,waste of time,wast of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever been  cheated on? yea...twice i think..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-What is/are the important PART(s) of being in a relationship?  for now,i think its communication.i was adviced that it is the most important thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-What is the worst part of  being in a relationship? when u are being cheated or lied and something that made u cant be together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Worst  relationship? none that i can think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever had your heart broken? ofcourse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you ever  broken someones heart? i think...i dunno.did i?im too sweet to break someone's heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you talk to any of your exes? 2-3 presons only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;If you could go back in time and change things to where you could  still be with one of your exes who would it be? none of them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you think any of your exes feel the same way? i dunno...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-What is your ideal boyfriend or girlfriend? someone like the girl im with atm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you believe that  you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend? i think i am..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you dated people  who were not good to you? i dunno..i dont think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you been in an abusive  relationship? nope..i neva want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Name your most memorable ex that  you have had: someone..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have you  dated someone older than you? hell yea..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Younger? ofcourse..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-What is one thing  that all of your exes had in common? they have bewbies!! big one!! haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Say, who are the top two most attractive exes that you have  dated? she and her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Have  you ever cried yourself to sleep over a boyfriend or girlfriend? i think i did..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-When was the last time you were in a relationship? im in a relationship atm..and i love her sooo much. kan hunz? hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? nah..i dont give 2nd chance anymore to anyone.except one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Believe in love at first sight? the person im wif atm,im in luv wif her at 1st sight.i dont think she knew about it,but now she does =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ever dated two people at once? can i change the no. into more than 3 =p ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ever been given a promise ring? nope..i neva or been given a ring b4.till the one that im wif now.i gave her my most expensive ring that cost more than $50++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ever been given an Engagement ring? nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you want to get  married? at this age?hell no..future.. yea..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you have something to say to any of your exes? how u all doin?have a great life and dont come look for me.unless i considered u as a friend of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ever stolen  someones boyfriend or girlfriend? err...i dont think so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Do you believe in true love? yea... *angau*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;-Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds? it feels like watching a movie that u like then suddenly it got stuck and cannot play anymore or u are online suddenly ur pc broke down or the internet suck bigtime till u wana break ur head into pieces. haha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115504250731304783?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115504250731304783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115504250731304783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115504250731304783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115504250731304783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/survey.html' title='A Survey'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115496152502817557</id><published>2006-08-07T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:38:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CE 22 vs CE 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was very boring today.  Especially Engineering Mechanics (E.Mech).  I  fell asleep tadi. haha.. well, most of us fell asleep thou. But im the one who slept alot thou. wahhaa.. nyaman tidur ku. LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not really important. What most important is that we were having a friendly match between my intake (CE 22) wif my seniors (CE 20). Few lecturers joined us since we didnt have enough players. But a few lecturers also joined the seniors. We won 4-3. Goal scorer for my team was Khai, me, me and me.. ooopsss~~ did i scored hat-trick? hahaha... it was fun thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, i went straight to airport coz my dad was flying off to Vietnam for footie thingy. Tired ooorh.. he told me he's goin to bring along the laptop wif him. Which means it'll be hard for me to get online. But then, last minute-ly he told me he's not bringing it along. YAEEE~~ that's mean i can get online and chat wif my gurl!! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah.. that's all for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115496152502817557?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115496152502817557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115496152502817557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115496152502817557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115496152502817557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/ce-22-vs-ce-20.html' title='CE 22 vs CE 20'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115483049853375079</id><published>2006-08-06T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:14:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists of Friends &amp; Their Rank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dudes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azizi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazzy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azriel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bini2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nav&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feefy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy Aling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kak Adreanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dyjie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mix:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nav&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feefy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azizi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Pilot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy Aling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kak Adreanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazzy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azriel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dyjie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boboy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is just a random thingy that i wana list down. I was bored so.. buat ani lah. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9988771-115483049853375079?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115483049853375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115483049853375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115483049853375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115483049853375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/lists-of-friends-their-rank.html' title='Lists of Friends &amp; Their Rank'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115482938087932374</id><published>2006-08-06T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T09:56:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencinta Wanita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kutemukan dalam pencarian&lt;br /&gt;cinta sejati untuk hidupku&lt;br /&gt;kurang lebih yang seperti dia&lt;br /&gt;kuharap dalam cintaku&lt;br /&gt;ku tak mau menjanjikannya&lt;br /&gt;pasti bahagia bila denganku&lt;br /&gt;biar dia rasakan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;betapa gilanya cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;aku memang pencinta wanita&lt;br /&gt;namun ku bukan buaya&lt;br /&gt;yang setia pada seribu gadis&lt;br /&gt;ku hanya mencintai dia&lt;br /&gt;aku memang pencinta wanita&lt;br /&gt;yang lembut seperti dia&lt;br /&gt;ini saat ku akhiri semua&lt;br /&gt;pencarian dalam hidup&lt;br /&gt;dan cintaku ternyata&lt;br /&gt;yang kumau hanyalah dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from "Pencinta Wanita" by Irwansyah. Was introduced to me by 1 of my good friend namely Azizi @ Bob. He said this song really suits me coz as u can understand from the lyric, it say I'm a woman lover (Casanova) but now finally found someone who i really2 love. Which is you my dear. You know who you are =p i love you *cute tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115482938087932374?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115482938087932374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115482938087932374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115482938087932374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115482938087932374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/pencinta-wanita.html' title='Pencinta Wanita'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115471206256189377</id><published>2006-08-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:21:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week With Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week went past so fast.  Last Sunday  i went out with Iyan for a real date =p we went to lunch at WyWy Cafe in Sengkurong. The place was nice and the food are great. Then we went to watch movie at Empire Cinema. We really did have a really good time. We hold hands and and... more lah. Oh ya... She loves me toooo~~ hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out again last Tuesday to watch Tattoo 2006. A marching band from different countries. 1st few performances was really gud especially Brunei and Indonesia. The rest was boring except the last performance by China. Through out the show, we hold hands, cuddled, pokok nya me and her dont wana let go each other's hands. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, which was last Wednesday, was Iyan's last day here in Brunei. We went out again with some of her friends. We went to the celebration in bandar. We jalan2 and eat kambing chop. haha.. Also trough out the nights, we dont wana let go each other's hands. As if she dont wana go back to Phillipine or she wants to bring me along to phillipines. hehe.. it was fun to spend my time with her. I wish it wud neva last. When i sent her back home, i gave her my ring. My precious.. =p i asked her to keep it as if its her life too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that i went back home after midnight. Arrived home she msgd me that she wana call me. So we talk talk talk.. 1st i didnt wana go to sleep. I wana stay awake so that i can go to her place early in the morning. but then..i was damn unlucky to fall asleep when it was 30mins to the time that i wanted to take shower. apakan? =p then i woke up late like b4 6ish am.. i was in rush taking shower and dressing up. When i juz took off from my crib, i recieved a msg from my love that she's going to take off soon. Then i didnt make it =( so i juz call her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologised to her for not being there. Thanks to her she forgived me. But when talked talked, tears came out from my eyes. I cried so badly that i didnt get to seeing her. I cried for my stupid mistake. I cried coz i missed her. I cried coz i wont be seeing for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of memories had been recorded in my life for this past few weeks. Memorries of Iyan and I. These would only be the things to remember in future. Baby if you're reading this, i love you and i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115471206256189377?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115471206256189377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115471206256189377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115471206256189377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115471206256189377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-with-memories.html' title='A Week With Memories'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115420440774381271</id><published>2006-07-30T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:20:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's activity was jogathon and closing ceremony of the orientation. Jogathon was in the morning. Started at around 8am. First, we were asked to Senaman Aerobic the boring part of the morning session. haha.. then started running a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he route for male was running one round of the campus, then out of the campus, to the UBD's mosque, continue running to the round about at the ubd where the Canchelor Hall at. Then out of UBD up the fly over to DST building. Then turn back to ITB. It was fun though. haha..  I won the 8th place. waahahaha!! i recieved 3 cups today. 1 for jogathon, for futsal and for kebudayaan. hehe.. but overall, RUmpun Bersatu was on the forth place. *sigH* takpeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon was the closing ceremony of the orientation for intake 22. Held in ITB, both parents of student were invited to come. The closing ceremony was boring though and it was suck. The Model Student for guys was suck!!! Everyone didnt agree with the decision coz that person didn't join many activities, he didnt run the jogathon, he only run for half way. Then his hair was dyed, and he talk he's cocky. *sigh* It could have been me. heheh. .perasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then that is all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115420440774381271?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115420440774381271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115420440774381271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115420440774381271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115420440774381271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-day-of-orientation.html' title='Last Day of Orientation'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115402091416568692</id><published>2006-07-28T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:21:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th Day of Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this time. heheh.. arrived at ITB by 7.40am.  1st we had a Ceramah from i dunno.. it was Ceramah Ugama lah. Can't remember what he was talking about coz i fell asleep and the other time, i was playin with my PSP. haha..  then we had our break time, as usual we went out to smoke. Then we had a briefing for ECA. I think im gonna join either football, futsal, canoeing.. i havnt decide yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, Kimin, Khai and I went to my friend's house to get a futsal shoes. Then we had our lunch somewhere in Rimba. In the afternoon, we were having Sports and Games at UBD's Sports Complex.. I joined futsal for Rumpun Bersatu's Futsal team. It was fun though. Other games are like netball, hockey, fun games and thug of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In futsal, my team won the 2nd place. Netball..i dunno what place. Hockey..last place. Fun Games i dunno. Thug of war, the female team was the champion. Male team was at last place. Bari malu ih...bini2 plang kuat. LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we really did had fun lah and made me really really reaheheheheheheeeeely tired. I think im gonna go to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115402091416568692?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115402091416568692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115402091416568692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115402091416568692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115402091416568692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/07/5th-day-of-orientation.html' title='The 5th Day of Orientation'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115393085352192236</id><published>2006-07-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:20:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th Day of Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be in brief and short. Morning we had briefing in each departments nad getting to know between the lecturers and us. Damn i forgot to take pics of the session. So anyway, then we were given a tour again by the lecturers. They showed us the labs and workshops which we will be studying in. They also explained the main purpose of the lab and the things that we will study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next session, we were gathered and the Concorn? Concord? i dunno what they call it. Yg dakat stage atu. Anyway, they called out the people who gonna do the drama thingy in the afternoon. Then eyeronick's name was mentioned and i laughed at him when he walked up front. HAHAHA~~ but surprisingly and unexpectedly,my name was also listed for my Rumpun's drama team. hahah.. lagi tah pacah..So we had about 30mins to make some ideas and practice in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went arrived in ITB around 1.30pm after lunch break. Went straight to register then gathered with my Rumpun Bersatu family. Those who didnt take part in the drama was asked to practice cheering and make some ideas how to cheer. While we the drama team practiced in the next door. We actually practiced twice only for the 1hr and 15mins for our 2 scene of drama. haha... atooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the drama starts at 3.15pm. We were the 1st team to act 1st. So it was fun lah. I forgot to take pics and videos of our scenes. Damn it.. how cud i forgotten bout it? Then Rumpun Membangun (Yellow) turn to act followed by Rumpun si Eyeronick (Green) and finally Rumpun MAju (Blue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today was fun though. Yet tiring. Now im sooo sleepy. I gues i'll juz go to sleep lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115393085352192236?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115393085352192236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115393085352192236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115393085352192236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115393085352192236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-day-of-orientation.html' title='The 4th Day of Orientation'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9988771.post-115383142414537287</id><published>2006-07-25T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:43:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day of Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up bloody late again this morning. Fuck man!!! I arrived at ITB by 7.55am. Went to register my name and then sit dakat stage sama2 dorg Kimin. Unexpectedly, this morning activity was to listen to ceramah by Cikgu Haji Aji, a counselor from.... i dunno where. hehe. The ceramah and motivasi was really boring and made me really sleepy. I'm not the kind of person who is into these kind of stuffs. Listening to people talking bla bla bla bla... It definitely make me fall asleep. Surprisingly i didnt sleep. Coz we all kept on making jokes and stuffs. And 1 of my friend drew the pic of the person who is giving the motivation. And wana know what? The drawing is almost look the same as him. WAHAHAH!! When the talk finished, after 2 FREAKING HOURS!!! (inda pandai ngalih kah ia atu?) we all clapped our hands not because of the talks. Because he stopped talking. LOLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a break for 30 mins after the talk. My friends and i went to the parking lot and smoke then took my bag from my car and went back in. Wana know why i took my bag from my car? coz the next activity was also a talk from SWO = Student Welfare Officer. Curious what's in my bag? MY PSP!!! wahahha.. while the SWO gave her speeches, i played with my psp till the end of the talk lah. LOLz... then lunch break, i went home and took my nap. FUCK!! i overslept. it was almost 1pm, i took my lunch, took a fast shower and drove off to ITB as fast as i can. and i arrived there late again. What happen to me today? fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya~ i forgot one thing, we were suppose to have sports and games today. But for some reasons which the seniors cannot avoid,so they changed the activities into something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in ITB, went to the classroom, register my name and join the others sitting in circle. We were told to introduce our names and our nick names. Then memorise each individual's name in that room. WTF? banyak lerrr.. im not good in memorising names. so i prayed im not chosen to go to the centre of the circle and say everyone's name. *phew* i got lucky i wasnt chosen. wahaha.. only a few was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we were divided into 4 groups and asked to make a line for each group. This game was called Tounge Twister,that is what they called though, but i don't think that is the name. I dunno lah.. anyhooz... the person at the front was told the few words from the senior and he had to pass the message to the person behind him, then the person passed it to the person behind him and so on till the message reached the last person in the line. well, in whispering plang tu. Finally the last person in the line have to write it down on a piece of paper and come to the front to say the message which had been passed to him. But none of the teams got it right. haha.. funny stuffs was told in the end. for eg, the original message was "kuku kaki kaka ku luka kana paku ketika mengambil aku". But the last person said "kaki ku sakit" hahahha.. apakan? out jua tuu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game was for girls. They were asked to stand together on a piece of newspaper. Then after that, the newspaper was fold into smaller piece and the have to stand on it. It went on and on till the paper was really really reheheheheeeaallt small. hahaha.. stupid game. And for guys, we were asked to play hand lock thingy where we twists our hand and bla bla bla.. i dunno how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a game for everyone, DODGEBALL!! we all were divided into two groups, one team have to be in the circle area and dodge the ball while the other team is outside the circle and hit the ball to the persons inside the circle. My opponent team were asked to go inside the circle 1st while my team do the throwing of the ball. My team was suck!! i asked them to pass the ball around as fast as they can so that they can hit the persons inside quicker. But all of them are slow. *sigh* so i thought of a way to solve this problem. Ask my team mate to pass the ball at me,before the ball reached to me, i punched it to the centre. WAHAHHA!! the ball was twice faster than throwing the ball into the centre. IM A GENIUS!!! hahah..i even kicked it coz the person who passed it to me passed it tooooo low. TIMES UP!! my opponent left 3 persons only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team have to stay more than 3 person in the circle to beat the other team. I avoided loads of throws handal-ly. wahahaha!! but skali nya kalok aku kana ah. The ball bounced off the ground wah. kalok ih.. LOLz.. then we were considered win coz we dont have enough time. hahaha.. Telur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all lah kali. cant wait for tomorrow. I wana watch the drama thingy. hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I WAS IN THE BB NEWSPAPER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syaz @ nacatus&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/9988771-115383142414537287?l=nacatus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/feeds/115383142414537287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9988771&amp;postID=115383142414537287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115383142414537287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9988771/posts/default/115383142414537287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nacatus.blogspot.com/2006/07/3rd-day-of-orientation.html' title='3rd Day of Orientation'/><author><name>Nacatus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00676471306215198273</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
