<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:35:31.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: tink3r's daily musings ::</title><subtitle type='html'>Wherever you find a poverty of communication
you will find a poverty of love, and wherever you find
a poverty of love you will find a poverty of deep listening.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-2033464547151287526</id><published>2007-09-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:54:32.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>From today onwards tinker's dailiy musing will be moving to a new &lt;a href="http://tinkerbell.dre.am/"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;. So dearest friends and readers, please update my link on your blogs/websites to &lt;a href="http://tinkerbell.dre.am/"&gt;http://tinkerbell.dre.am/&lt;/a&gt;. I really do appreciate your valuable time and support throughout my blogging days here. Keep on reading and see you &lt;a href="http://tinkerbell.dre.am/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-2033464547151287526?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/2033464547151287526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=2033464547151287526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/2033464547151287526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/2033464547151287526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-117404641590477616</id><published>2007-03-16T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:23:30.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating the experience</title><content type='html'>I have started doing a part time job in one of the place so called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"3rd place"&lt;/span&gt;. I enjoy myself working there. I only work during the weekends. Study come 1st rite and i'm doing it just for the sake of having my own way of wasting my time during the weekends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Being a psychology student you tend to have a habit of observing people, from what they wear , their personality, action and etc. This is mostly what I did  in my case studies. This is my first working experience and I tend to realize being in an organization you will meat several kinds of people that really can make your life miserable. Such are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      -They can be so nice to you but when you are not around they started talking about you&lt;br /&gt;      - There are also some who are good in musking, put their smiling faces and act as if they                 cares         but they don't !&lt;br /&gt;      - When you tell them something, they will twist your stories around&lt;br /&gt;       - There will be someone who become the spy for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I know all these thing are not new, but I don't expect it to happen in that kind of place. All of us there are big, wise enough and we have our own mind and intellect to judge whether we are doing something good or bad. This is where the nurturing part comes. It is because they are so use to that kind of action and there is no one to say that what they are doing is something wrong. We are all equal and there is no such thing as competition. We are not working in a formal organization. Its true now a days everything has been commercialized, but when some of the partners acting this way they will not be paid extra, you still have the same pay check as mine. So what is the advantages of doing such thing. Maybe they are competing for becoming the 'favorite' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*euww&lt;/span&gt;..There are some who can be so close to you but end up back stabbing you. This is something sad to think about. Why these kind of things should happen?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We can't blame the nurture or event the nature. From the Islamic point of view we know that we are born with fitrah. We are born to be good and Allah create us in different way compared to His other creatures, but some how rather we did not use the special gift that is our mind to think in what ever action that we does. We tend to take what ever that been given to us for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I also have some wonderful memories to share. One of my favorite is when my customers complimented my service, return my greeting warmly and best of all when my store manager pat me on my shoulder for my good work. I enjoy seeing my customers come back and looking for me to serve them. Its also interesting to see all kinds of behavior that been showed by the customers.  They are some who can be so nice to you and they are some who just throw their money without even looking at your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how life goes rite?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-117404641590477616?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/117404641590477616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=117404641590477616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/117404641590477616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/117404641590477616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2007/03/creating-experience.html' title='Creating the experience'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-116273529874774760</id><published>2006-10-31T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:01:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Attention! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not organize any formal 'open house' this year.. but all of you are invited to come anytime.. but do call me 1st.. anytime will do, just let me know one or two days earlier.. &lt;strong&gt;9th and 12th November&lt;/strong&gt; are not advisable.. I have exam on that particular day.. You guys can come in groups or couplets or what ever it is.. YOU ARE MOST WELCOME ! .. Hope to see you guys soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-116273529874774760?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/116273529874774760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=116273529874774760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116273529874774760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116273529874774760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/10/invitation.html' title='Invitation'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-116273462504964144</id><published>2006-10-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:50:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya oh Raya</title><content type='html'>Eid Mubarak everyone.. really had a great time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spend 5 days in Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;- my one month diet spoil in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;- exhausted to the max&lt;br /&gt;- off to uia, squatting in my friends room&lt;br /&gt;- study and study...&lt;br /&gt;- exam and exam&lt;br /&gt;- 2 papers to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-116273462504964144?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/116273462504964144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=116273462504964144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116273462504964144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116273462504964144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya-oh-raya.html' title='Raya oh Raya'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-116144110430706543</id><published>2006-10-21T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:31:44.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Ipoh for 5 days.. Lamanyergh..  For the 1st time balik lamaaa sangat.. My cousin will be engage on the 3rd of Raya..  I hate to be away from home for a long period..  I have exam on 31st october.. Pray for me peeps.. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Eid Mubarak !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tinker :&lt;/em&gt; tahun ni takde baju raya, kuih raya ade ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-116144110430706543?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/116144110430706543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=116144110430706543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116144110430706543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116144110430706543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-116141916099548008</id><published>2006-10-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:26:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans are not perfect</title><content type='html'>A normal phrase to be heard.. i'm not attacking anyone personally.. I am talking about myself.. They are things that i did eventhough i know it is wrong.. WHY?.. I kept on asking myself the same question again and again.. Maybe for some people its a norm.. but it is not suppose to be that way..  1001 things on my mind that remain unsolved,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good slave to Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good daughter to my parent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good sister to my siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good citizen to the communites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good friend to my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough in many other ways.. Sometime I really wish I can turn back time and correct all my mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be better than today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tinker:&lt;/em&gt; I want to be somoeone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-116141916099548008?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/116141916099548008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=116141916099548008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116141916099548008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116141916099548008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/10/humans-are-not-perfect.html' title='Humans are not perfect'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-116126558200743645</id><published>2006-10-19T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:13:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my musings ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/Kak_Mun"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/joode1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back.. I've missed lots of things.. Today is the 25th day of Ramadhan.. How time really fly high and fast without we realizing it.. I'm sure everyone are busy preparing for Eid.. As for me, I'm stuck with my books, because rite after Hari Raya is my final exam.. and the 1st paper will be the toughest paper &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I will like to take this opportunity to wish SELAMAT HARI RAYA... Sorry for all my wrongdoing or my words that might hurt anyone.. I hope this Syawal will be one of the best memories in your life event.. This year Ramadhan had thought me so much and there are things that happened againts the norm. I just hope all the things will be solve and everything will be back as normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides eid n ramadhan.. Its also the end of 1st semester 2006/2007.. I still have one and the half year to finish my degree.. and this semester also is the most hectic, gloomy, miserable, cheerless and heart breaking semester&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;argument with my group assignment, presentation dint work out so good, my friends stab me behind my back and etc.. I tried so hard to let go everything....but I do gain something out of it.. what ever it is.. all the things that happened I did not keep it personal.. Every human on earth have a different kind of personality.. That what makes us special.. We have certain unique qualities that others don't have.. so let's look it at the positive side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not receive any card this year.. as expected.. Me myself also did not give out any.. ehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tinker&lt;/em&gt;: Ho I miss handzalah and joode so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-116126558200743645?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/116126558200743645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=116126558200743645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116126558200743645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/116126558200743645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-my-musings.html' title='Back to my musings ...'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113844546715697509</id><published>2006-09-16T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:53:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship's over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare 'okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tinker :&lt;/em&gt; If you can' t love her in return, respect her. The least you can do is to appreciate her presence.&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/8455207-113844546715697509?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113844546715697509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113844546715697509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113844546715697509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113844546715697509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-114463255027018527</id><published>2006-04-10T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:29:10.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just me</title><content type='html'>I just got back from sending my bro to school. I have been sending and picking him up everyday seems I am on holiday. I saw so many kind of faces everyday, u know la the traffic in Subang.. I will have an ample time waiting for the traffic light to turn green. I enjoy myself by watching other people entertaining themselve in their car.. and there are some who even can sleep or maybe taking a nap.. For the past one week, I'll be seeing the same car in front of me and everytime I stop at this particular traffic light the same car will be at the back of me.. I don't know whether they realise it or not.. I tried to interpret this one couple by looking at my rear-view mirror..I am not sure whether they are husband and wife or father and daughter.. because the men looks older.. both of them have an unpleasant faces.. even when I saw them the next day.. it will be same.. The first time I thought there might be a fight between them or maybe an arguement.. but everyday is the same.. I suppose maybe they are too tired to go to office or they are like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Most of my friend told me that they are scared to approach me when they saw me the first time. It is because I have this kind of ' snorbish' look. Hurm well. I'm not those kind of gal who have that smiling face. I am still pleasant, its just ME.. ehehe.. even my mr other half told me that I have that&lt;em&gt; 'berlagak'&lt;/em&gt; look.. ceyy.. But still they said, once they get to know me all the perception change... :).. It is not easy to interpret people  just by looking at their face, but you have to take into account the behavior as well as the mental processes.. This is how our mental framework works.. There are so many school of thought, but the combination of all will lead to the answer.. We can't interpret someone just by looking at their behavior, the way they process their thinking also important.. I enjoyed myself observing people and making my own judgement base on what I learned.. ehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-114463255027018527?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/114463255027018527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=114463255027018527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/114463255027018527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/114463255027018527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-just-me.html' title='It&apos;s just me'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-114415811515374774</id><published>2006-04-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:41:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish Your friend and Have faith in them</title><content type='html'>Friends play a minor role in our life, there are important though. Friendship can be interpreted in so many ways. I learned about friendship even in my psychology classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;a title="Relationship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relationship"&gt;relationship&lt;/a&gt; which involves mutual &lt;a title="Knowledge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knowledge"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Esteem" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Esteem"&gt;esteem&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a title="Affection" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection"&gt;affection&lt;/a&gt;. Friends will welcome each other's company and exhibit &lt;a title="Loyalty" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loyalty"&gt;loyalty&lt;/a&gt; towards each other, often to the point of &lt;a title="Altruism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altruism"&gt;putting the other's interests before one's own&lt;/a&gt;. Their &lt;a title="Taste (aesthetics)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taste_(aesthetics)"&gt;tastes&lt;/a&gt; will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in &lt;a title="Mutualism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutualism"&gt;mutually helping&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Human behavior" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_behavior"&gt;behavior&lt;/a&gt;, such as exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective &lt;a title="Behavior" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behavior"&gt;behaviors&lt;/a&gt;. Yet for many, friendship is nothing more than the trust that someone or something will not harm them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about me and my friendships. I am a kind of person who appreciates my friends. Friends to me is number two after my family. Friendship is one of the most valuable thing in my life. As for me I couldn't find anyone yet whom I can share everything with. I keep on facing things that I don't want it to happen. I do have friends who cares and appreciate my presence but there are quite a number who destroy the meaning of friendship. What my mom told me just now makes me eager to post this entry. I have so many stories regarding this matter. Let me share some stories of mine. It is about me and some of my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a friend mine since I was in secondary school. We even go to the same University but different courses. She is one of my bestest friend, but everything change when she found Z. She used to told me that I am going to change if I have a boyfriend and I will forget totally about our friendship, but everything goes the other way round. I shared most of my private things with her. Only her I can really express what I felt, my ups and downs. Everything change a year back. She met Z and they become close, she totally forgot about me. She don't even bother to call or even to message. Every time I tried to call her, she will be with Z. I'm not jealous and I do not mind at all. She have the right to be with anybody that she want. The thing that strikes me the most is her attitude change in so many ways. I cares so much about her but it make me a little bit frustrated with her attitude. A few months back she started calling me back. She seems to have problem with Z. I did not put a straight face or ignore her calls. I comforted her and lend my ear for her to share about her problems like the old days. I did not have anything against her, she is still my good friend. She called me today and she said " Can we be like we used to be before and can u still accept me as your good friend " and I replied " I have never put an end to our friendship and you will still remain my friend no matter what" . I do not have anything against her. I am happy that she is still my good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I knew her when I was in form 5. She's being transferred to my school. We became a good friend back then. We still keep in touch even after we finish form 5, until this one day. She called me, she said that she need to borrow some amount of money. I lend it to her and she promise to pay me back in one week time. I don't even bother to ask why, or what is the purpose of borrowing my money, because I put my trust in her and I think she is capable to pay it back. She is working, so maybe she need that money immediately and she will pay me back soon. That's what I thought. I met her a few times, but I'm not that kind of person who will urge my friend to ask about the money. I do not find it a proper behavior. Two, three weeks after that I tried to call her to ask her out, but she din't answer my call or even my messages. I wonder why. She quit her job and she remain shut till now. One thing for sure she is still alive. I can confirm that from her my space. Updated!... *giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I knew her during the orientation week in UIA. She is very loud, soft hearted, kind and sometimes hot tempered. We become much more closer because we have many class together and she is the only one that suit me in UIA at that time. We have some similarities. We spend most of our time together, I even brought her back to my house a few times. My family knows her quite well. Our friendship ends when I heard that she told bad things about me to my friends. The great thing was, most of my classmate can't stand her because of her attitude, but I did not find her that way. So when this kind of thing happen, whatever she does or she said people tend to hate her more and they told me every single thing that she said to them. I am quite upset but I accept it with an open mind. I did not confronted her or even yell at her. What I did was, I did not involve in anything involving her and I move on. Slowly our friendship tear apart. It is better to leave than to face more difficulties in future. I met her few days ago, we still manage to say HI to each other. No matter what happen she is a nice friend and I am proud to know her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A friend means well, even when she hurts you. But when an enemy puts her hand round your shoulder - watch out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Proverbs 27:6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-114415811515374774?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/114415811515374774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=114415811515374774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/114415811515374774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/114415811515374774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/04/cherish-your-friend-and-have-faith-in.html' title='Cherish Your friend and Have faith in them'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-114078802385170547</id><published>2006-02-24T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:33:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick review</title><content type='html'>5 weeks left before the end of semester. How time flies. I have been busy with my studies. Lots of things to be done. Submitting assignment, mini projects, case studies and so on. I tend to realize I have such a hectic schedule this semester. I don't even have time for myself. I cant even have a perfect 8 hours sleep, but the best part I put on weight. I wonder why?. One of the concrete reason is I'm a kind of person who loves to eat, especially when I'm in bad mood. When ever I feel stress with my work I will eat to comfort myself *giggles. Such a healthy way to release ur tense. Ekeke. This semester workload is more than usual. I wonder how some people manage to have extra credit hours and they still manage to score with flying colors. Due to the closing of MRRII, instead of leaving my house at am I have to start earlier, on the other hand, normally I will reach home at 5.oopm the latest but now 6.30pm the earliest. That what makes me more stressful. By the time I'm at home I'll be so tired and I don't have time for other people. The same thing every single day. What makes me more tired is that my class everyday starts at , so everyday I need to leave my house early. How much I wish there are three or four sundays and more than 24 hours a day. Teheheehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A thousand apologize to all my friends. I din't manage to meet u guys and canceling all the appointments. But I will makesure I will see u guys soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-114078802385170547?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/114078802385170547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=114078802385170547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/114078802385170547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/114078802385170547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-review.html' title='Quick review'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113819567689789853</id><published>2006-01-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:31:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buli Balik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/IMG_3272.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/bulibalikposter1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/200/bulibalikposter1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Courtesy from Adflin's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/bulibalikposter1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A big applause to Afdlin n his team. They made it again. A good story line, enjoyable, funny, best la, SUPERB!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/IMG_3276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/320/IMG_3276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the sneak preview of &lt;strong&gt;Buli Balik&lt;/strong&gt; today. It is totally different from other malay movies, fills the screen and keeps you riveted to your seat throughout the movie. Grab the chance to go and watch it when ever u can. It will be screening starting on &lt;strong&gt;26th January 2006&lt;/strong&gt;. Go to any cinemas near u i'm sure u wont regret at all. But be sure you support Malaysian film industry (or at least Afdlin’s film) by watching Buli Balik at the cinema, or wait for the original VCD. If not Afdlin will be selling char kuey teow (&lt;em&gt;taken from: advertisement on hitz.fm&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;*giggles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afdlin, congratulations to you on completing a totally different film that does not treat its audience like morons. You deserve all the accolades and not forgetting $$$ that it will receive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img84.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img32685rn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/4167/img32685rn.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img90.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img32748nf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/3748/img32748nf.th.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img32722cv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/5973/img32722cv.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img90.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img32748nf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img90.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img32748nf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img90.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img32748nf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113819567689789853?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113819567689789853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113819567689789853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113819567689789853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113819567689789853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/buli-balik.html' title='Buli Balik'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113807166594102479</id><published>2006-01-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:22:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Malaysians can be so silly...</title><content type='html'>I went to tesco Shah Alam with mama and lieawulf yesterday. I really had a great time looking at how the malaysians do their shopping. How silly, selfish, stingy, and etc. Tesco has a promotion on certain items, seems Chinese new year is around the corner. Let me share a few acts that caught by me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Orange oh orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As u guys know when chinese new year aapproaches there will be plenty of oranges (limau mandarine) will be sell everywhere. It is wrapped in the box nicely. There is this one aunty who would like to buy the the full box of oranges. She open the box and try one to makesure it is sweet. It seems that the orange is not as that tasty, so she open another one to get a better taste, still not as she wanted. She open the 3rd box and taste the orange, I can see the smile on her face, I guess she's happy with it. So she took the whole box and grab a few from the other two box and fit into the 3rd box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*sukahati die je..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grape oh grape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to the fresh fruits section to grab a few fruits for myself. Grapes have different kind of types and prices, u pay more for a better grapes and it taste good as well. It doesnt mean if its cheap its not good. It depends. One chinese lady turn up beside me and she is buzy choosing the grapes while pushing me a side. She stroke me twice, I glanced at her and watch what is she doing. &lt;em&gt;"Am I too big to be here until she din't see me"&lt;/em&gt; I asked myself. The best part I saw her putting together the different kind of grapes into one bag, in a way to get a cheaper price for a better grape. She put the lower grade of grape on top. She walked away as if nothing wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;* that is consider cheating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prawn fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next mission is to get some fish and prawn. All three of us walked to the fish section. Tesco has a promotion for medium size prawn that cost only Rm7.50 per kg. Normally it will cost up to RM17.00 per kg. No wonder I can see crowd from far. As soon as I get to the prawn area, there are few left, lieawulf manage to grab some. On the other hand, I can see a few people with 3 to 4 full plastic of prawn in their trolley. I laughed and show it to my Mama . My mama told me maybe they have a restaurant or a stall, it is for selling purposes. A few minutes later, the staff put a few more box of prawns into the container that filled with crush ice, and once again I saw similar faces that already took 3 full bag of prawn come and grab a lot more. I manage to grab some for me as well. It is not the end yet, I need to weight the prawns. There are few makcik's who peel off the head of the prawn to make it lighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;* tipu lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself though... Peace to all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113807166594102479?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113807166594102479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113807166594102479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113807166594102479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113807166594102479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-malaysians-can-be-so-silly.html' title='How Malaysians can be so silly...'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113809644571978207</id><published>2006-01-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:30:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly me</title><content type='html'>I'm having problem with the adsense thingy. So I decided to delete it, but I dunno how. &lt;em&gt;Lieawulf&lt;/em&gt; came out with an idea just to delete it from my template. Lieawulf with her expertise delete it without any hesitation. Ding dong thing happened. My sidebar is missing. Aiyooo. The only person to be blame is my dearest sister liaewulf &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt;. I have been dragging her to restore my blog back. She tried but she din't manage. She referred to another IT savvy who is a friend mine. At the end, I restore back my blog myself :). Habis cerite. It is not as that hard though, need to do some adjustment here and there. Anyway I would like to say thanks for those who help me, my sis n mr it savvy. Appreciated!. Next time, don't easily delete what ever in ur template unless u know what is it all about. *giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;tinkerbell : yeah, everything back to normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113809644571978207?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113809644571978207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113809644571978207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113809644571978207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113809644571978207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/silly-me.html' title='Silly me'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113724648150943580</id><published>2006-01-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:03:18.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I SPECIAL ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to realise that, to realise that i am not better than everyone else, gives me humility. I know not to be over confident, and in that sense, i have an edge over most. In that sense, I am special.To pick the first, according to the second, just shows that I am like ereryone else. Since everyone thinks they are special, it becomes normal, contradicting your &lt;em&gt;'specialness'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i pick the second, to say that I'm not, it can only be said that I am special, if and only if, i don't realise that I will become humble, and therefore special. To realise this and to 'feel' special only makes you like everyone else. Either way, you end up picking the first. Either way, you are not special!Is it, then, the fault of the question for not allowing any choice, or is there no choice to begin with? Are we doomed to living a non-special, boring feeble existance? Or is there, by any chance, a third option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused(i have no idea what i'm saying here - most probably because it doesn't make any sense)(plus, i forget my point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;tinkerbell : woozy...woozy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113724648150943580?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113724648150943580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113724648150943580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113724648150943580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113724648150943580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-special.html' title='AM I SPECIAL ?'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113724436296412999</id><published>2006-01-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:12:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study.. study..</title><content type='html'>I have quite a number of assignment to be submitted this month.. Mid terms starts next week. Four days straight. I have two papers on wednesday. I'm going nuts. Hope I manage to cover all. Pray for me peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;tinkerbell : banyak bende nak buatttt... eeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113724436296412999?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113724436296412999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113724436296412999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113724436296412999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113724436296412999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/study-study.html' title='Study.. study..'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113705373606092424</id><published>2006-01-12T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:15:36.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your True Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/black_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/320/black_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1108&amp;type=t&amp;amp;a_code=GJo4gRq1GZoqgJcZGZa4gRkyGRo4GzAuOlErpi00"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1108&amp;type=t&amp;amp;a_code=GJo4gRq1GZoqgJcZGZa4gRkyGRo4GzAuOlErpi00&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113705373606092424?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113705373606092424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113705373606092424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113705373606092424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113705373606092424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-your-true-color.html' title='What&apos;s Your True Color?'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113697326153672664</id><published>2006-01-11T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:54:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What sex is your brain?</title><content type='html'>Do you think like a boy or a girl? Try take the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/hottopics/intelligence/brain_sex_quiz.shtml"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see! You will need Flash 5 or above to play, which you can &lt;a class="bold-link" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/go/science/hottopics/intelligence/brain_sex_quiz.shtml/ext/_auto/-/http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;download for free&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113697326153672664?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113697326153672664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113697326153672664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113697326153672664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113697326153672664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-sex-is-your-brain.html' title='What sex is your brain?'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113665055183408763</id><published>2006-01-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:17:37.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handzalah in UK</title><content type='html'>My dearest nephew. He is in United Kingdom now. He will be back in 3 years time. 8 months old..if i'm not mistaken.. How much i misses him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img215.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image1532nv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/490/image1532nv.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img351.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image1513lm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img351.imageshack.us/img351/9466/image1513lm.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image1474kq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/9913/image1474kq.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image1474kq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113665055183408763?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113665055183408763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113665055183408763&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113665055183408763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113665055183408763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/handzalah-in-uk.html' title='Handzalah in UK'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113655408720795726</id><published>2006-01-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:03:48.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn into pieces</title><content type='html'>I am feeling woozy today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way U know who I was. I love the way U know who I am now. I love the acceptance, the understanding, the depth and trust. What we did, who we knew, who we were individually, collectively, and what we are now. I don't know.  Perhaps I sound really lame or sad. YES I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u see how &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; U are to me :(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt my heart shatter into tiny fragments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the more you love a person's inner beauty, the more beautiful he or she appears in your eyes, regardless of what the reality may actually be. Every physical nuance is enhanced infinitely due to the appreciation of their gorgeous, individualistic qualities. Which is what ultimately matters at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong somewhere.. Have not yet to be revealed.. I wonder why.. My fault maybe.. I am not blaming U.. I accept it with arms wide open... It hurts me so bad.. It strikes through my bones.. Dont leave me clueless.. Tell me where I when wrong.. I am not good enough for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling worried. Worried about the future.  Worried about myself. Worried about so many things, I'm beginning to feel... too overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(just so messed up. I don’t wanna be this way, and I know I should at least try setting it right, but numerous failed attempts are really discouraging. Depression, self-pity and stress-eating is just so much easier. No words can actually express how disturbed and upset I am right now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-distressed, half-cheerful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113655408720795726?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113655408720795726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113655408720795726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113655408720795726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113655408720795726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/torn-into-pieces.html' title='Torn into pieces'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113646026306311783</id><published>2006-01-05T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:28:59.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is all about making decisions</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling extremely thoughful right now. A lot of very significant (and perhaps to a certain extent, even terrifying) events have been happening to my life, and the lives of those around me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn’t so mellowed out by my lack of stressful commitments, I would have been overwhelmed to the point of delirium.Instead, I'm really relaxed. Calm. Semi-disturbed that I'm not disturbed. Maybe the hugeness of it all hasn’t struck me yet. Maybe the implications of all these happenings haven’t appeared to me as actual realities yet. God, I don’t know what I'm rambling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say that, for once, I'm not confused in any way about the things that matter the most right now. A little curious about how I’ll survive in the future, but I'm not too concerned about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Funny mood alright. I would have expected myself to become a victim of spontaneous combustion at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113646026306311783?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113646026306311783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113646026306311783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113646026306311783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113646026306311783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-all-about-making-decisions.html' title='Life is all about making decisions'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113645607930481876</id><published>2006-01-03T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:14:39.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la</title><content type='html'>New skin... what do guys think?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113645607930481876?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113645607930481876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113645607930481876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113645607930481876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113645607930481876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/la-la-la.html' title='La la la'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113645816983481731</id><published>2006-01-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:49:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy New Year !!&lt;/span&gt; everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New mission..  New resolution.. Lots of improvement to be made.. A new me maybe??.. When I think about what I have done for the past one year it makes me wonder.. Have I done something that make my family proud or even the people surrounds me.. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; is the only answer I can think about.. I have commit so many things that hurts my family even my love ones.. I really hope this new year will be more meaningful with wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my lovely &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt; for all the support and so much care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who spent parts of their days with me. What would my days be without bits of yours?. Anyway. Thank you. SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;U&lt;/em&gt; for all the wonderful things u have done for me. U make wonders. Stick with U forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113645816983481731?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113645816983481731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113645816983481731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113645816983481731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113645816983481731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113498309115347535</id><published>2005-12-19T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:04:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S. I. C. K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113498309115347535?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113498309115347535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113498309115347535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113498309115347535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113498309115347535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/12/breath-again.html' title='Breath Again'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113473898418395030</id><published>2005-12-16T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:01:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The new semester has just began.. Been a bit busy with the classes.. Seems my classes starts at 8.00 am everyday.. *sigh.. I have a packed schedule this semester.. Most of the subjects I am learning this semester are so interesting.. I am eager to know more about what I studied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Psychology student , I have learned about human body biologically, how our mental processes, what is our response towards the things surround us, the way people behave and why actually they did that. Psychology can be defined as the knowlegde or the study of human behavior and mental processes. This definition is from the western perspective. From the Islamic perspective, the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; will be included. Why we have to study the soul?.The irony is that the word psychology is based on the Greek word psyche, meaning "soul" or "spirit". Psychology therefore means &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;study of the soul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; However it is now anything but, and indeed the idea of a soul or spiritual nature is not even acknowledged in mainstream psychology. The advantages of being an Islamic University student is the Islamic perspective will not be forgotten in everything that we learned. No matter how genius the westerners are but actually the Muslims has discovered the knowlegde much more earlier. They are not being exposed like the westerners. According to the Islamic perspective, knowledge is of two types: 'revealed' &lt;em&gt;(al-wahy) &lt;/em&gt;Divine knowledge and material knowledge &lt;em&gt;(al-kawn)&lt;/em&gt; . Divine knowledge is intuitive, subjectively experienced and leads to a transformation in the individual. Material knowledge is what is generally considered to be objective and is experienced more as a process of accumulating information. There is a difference in transformation and information. Divine knowledge and material knowledge though are not necessarily contradictory. They reflect the co-existence of the two different (but not opposing) dimensions: the spiritual dimension and the physical dimension. The westerners focus more on material knowledge&lt;em&gt;(al-kawn).&lt;/em&gt; It is because they believes that knowledge is something that you can see, observe and do experiment with. Most of their theories is based upon the empirical evidences. Other knowledge may give us &lt;em&gt;glimpse&lt;/em&gt; of truths about ourselves as researchers continually discover what Allah has created. However, human theories remain limited as they lack the overall picture: they have a very narrow context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is clear to us when we view our lives from this perspective, our time here on earth is actually only a small part of our ultimate destiny. My mama used to tell me what ever I did &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;akhlak &lt;/span&gt;comes first and remember where are we &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;heading to&lt;/span&gt;. I am not a perfect human being, but slowly I'll change to be someone that is subservient as a slave of God, observes what being thought and be a good daughter to my parents, and responsible towards my family. Not forgetting as a part of community in this world I have to play my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand all Muslims should be excellent psychologists. Our whole life is based on knowing the answers to these basic questions.Wherever you go, from remote villages to modern cities, practising Muslims will be able to tell that we are on a journey: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Before we were born we were with Allah, and all souls bore witness that Allah is their Lord &lt;strong&gt;( 7:172)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our purpose in this life is to worship Allah &lt;strong&gt;(51:56)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After death we will be raised up and according to our deeds in this lifetime we will be rewarded or punished &lt;strong&gt;(101:5-8)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tinkerbell : such a long way to go...&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/8455207-113473898418395030?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113473898418395030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113473898418395030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113473898418395030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113473898418395030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/12/psyche.html' title='Psyche'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113369395691973300</id><published>2005-12-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:21:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prudence</title><content type='html'>It is Sunday evening !.. Thought of going for a jog but I have to cancel it because my aunt is coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the issue that &lt;a href="http://www.iiu.edu.my"&gt;IIU&lt;/a&gt; defended its decision to compel non-Muslim women to wear headscarves at graduation ceremonies, after drawing criticism from student leaders and civil society groups. I totally agree with it should you complained about such things. You enrolled to that University so you bide by the rules. There are lots of other University u can choose. You do not want to follow the rules you are free to go. It is clearly stated an International&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ISLAMIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;University. Such a silly thing to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surely in a free and modern society, dressing should be a matter of discipline and taste. People should have the sense to dress moderately taking into account the time and place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the IIU ruling is a separate matter altogether. IIU is an Islamic academic institution. It would be most unusual not to expect a dress code that would reflect the teachings of Islam. The self-sufficiency of educational institutions to impose rules on the dress code for their students must be respected. For the past 20 years, non-Muslim students who freely choose to enroll into any of its faculties knew this and duly complied with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;tinkerbell : it is a sad sad situation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113369395691973300?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113369395691973300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113369395691973300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113369395691973300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113369395691973300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/12/prudence.html' title='Prudence'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113344849313346097</id><published>2005-12-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:36:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Tomorrow and The Day after Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Few more days to go before the new semester begin... I'm back to school &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*smile&lt;/span&gt;..A new semester, new classes, new faces and new mission.. I need to study harder this semester.. Lots of improvement to be made.. Me myself need to change.. New routine and habit.. The subjects will be much more tougher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about school thingy.. Today is so messed - up.. Spent two hours reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Another Side of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Sidney Sheldon.. Holidays are borring but when the school starts I can't wait for the school to end.. Funny isn it.. Eager to be back at school pon ade.. Ape la me ni kan.. Excited to learn new subjects..That is the best part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done the stupidest thing in my life today.. I felt so stupid.. I did not know why I did that in the 1st place, but I just did.. silly isn't it.. I felt so guilty for treatingU this way.. U dint deserve it at all.. I fled away by my emotional feelings and forget about yours.. How selfish am I.. but still U forgive me and act like nothing happen.. So sweet of U.. n so stupid I am.. I felt terrible, horrible, and awful. What a horrifying story of mine. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113344849313346097?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113344849313346097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113344849313346097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113344849313346097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113344849313346097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-tomorrow-and-day-after-tomorrow.html' title='Today, Tomorrow and The Day after Tomorrow'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113344947411080530</id><published>2005-11-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:42:28.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baik Punya Cilok! showcase</title><content type='html'>I had a great time that night. The music was fantastic. All four of them did a great job. Here are some of the pictures taken during the showcase. Ehsan &lt;a href="http://lieawulf.blogspot.com"&gt;lieawulf&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img114.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc06657xr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/6468/dsc06657xr.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the man.. A grand entrance by ketua of all kodok's.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Afdlin Shauki..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img190.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc06834oq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/9954/dsc06834oq.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hans Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. He sang sephia and oasis song .. A famous song by Oasis called &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/o/oasislyrics/wonderwalllyrics.html"&gt;wonderwall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/2720/dsc06930vk.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ac Mizal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Best !.. In addition he sang &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gerak khas &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;theme song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;specially request from the audiences.. ha ha ha.. He also sang U r beautiful from James Blunt perfectly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img190.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc07428si.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/5273/dsc07428si.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. He rock the night.. Amuzed by his performance.. Well done Awie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img390.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc07242lx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/8775/dsc07242lx.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img390.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc06898au.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img390.imageshack.us/img390/7818/dsc06898au.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is full house but the crowd its a bit dull.. U guys suppose to have fun la kan.. Semua macam malu2 je.. Ehehe.. Malaysian's... &lt;em&gt;Budi bahasa budaya kita&lt;/em&gt;... ecece.. Sum up everyone is happy.. U can see all the smiling faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img376.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dsc07294dl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/7451/dsc07294dl.th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great combination for me.. I really enjoy that night.. Keep it up !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113344947411080530?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113344947411080530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113344947411080530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113344947411080530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113344947411080530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/11/baik-punya-cilok-showcase.html' title='Baik Punya Cilok! showcase'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113308790727332481</id><published>2005-11-27T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:32:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a wonderful day !</title><content type='html'>I really had a great time today.. Spending the time with my love one.. Such a wonderful family to be with.. I'm a bit scared at first... But the family make me feel welcome.. I tend to learn more about other people culture.. The journey was great, seems all the people in the car din't stop talking.. Thanks to l&lt;a href="http://lieawulf.blogspot.com"&gt;ieawulf&lt;/a&gt; for driving us there.. I thought it will be 2 hours journey but we manage to arrive early.. The condition of the road is much more better than before.. We really enjoy all the way.. The feeling inside is &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Indescribable&lt;/span&gt; .. One thing for sure i love this feeling and I feel so contented... I love U and I really do, very deep indeed.. Its a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;WONDERFUL DAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113308790727332481?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113308790727332481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113308790727332481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113308790727332481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113308790727332481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-wonderful-day.html' title='Its a wonderful day !'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113301074542937378</id><published>2005-11-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:39:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>Someone told me that when u miss someone.. you look up d sky and search for the brightest star.. U tell the star how much u miss that someone... If u r lucky the person that u miss will feel it.. eeheh.. Interesting ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything you do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;I came along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote a song for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the things you do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was called "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;So then I took my turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what a thing to have done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was all "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;Your skin,Oh yeah, your skin and bones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, you know I love you so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;I swam across,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jumped across for you,Oh what a thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you were all "Yellow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I drew a line,I drew a line for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what a thing to do,And it was all "Yellow."&lt;br /&gt;Your skin,Oh yeah your skin and bones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turn into something beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I'd bleed myself dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For you I'd bleed myself dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true, look how they shine for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how they shine for, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how they shine.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the things that you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coldplay : &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113301074542937378?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113301074542937378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113301074542937378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113301074542937378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113301074542937378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/11/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113290629640458884</id><published>2005-11-25T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:17:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my lucky day!</title><content type='html'>I received a phone call from Astro today. I won 2 tickets to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Baik Punya Cilok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; showcase in Planet Hollywood. Yeah!!. It is on Sunday at 9.30pm. I ve been admiring &lt;a href="http://afdlinshauki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Afdlin Shauki &lt;/a&gt;for ages. I have never got the chance to meet him in person. So I accept the invitation. I'll bring &lt;a href="http://lieawulf.blogspot.com/"&gt;lieawulf&lt;/a&gt; to the showcase. I am sure it will turn out great seems Afdlin and the gang will be performing. Afdlin will never let the kodok's down. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt;. Afdlin rowks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113290629640458884?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113290629640458884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113290629640458884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113290629640458884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113290629640458884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-my-lucky-day.html' title='Its my lucky day!'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113284758310954303</id><published>2005-11-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:03:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TASA Young KL Singers presents Goin' Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/1600/home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3943/574/320/home.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The YKLS is set to soar again with their upcoming production entitled,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Goin' Home",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which will be a celebration of the folk songs heritage from Great Britain and North America. The 40-member strong choir, under the wing of The Actors Studio Academy(TASA) will present songs originating from the New World, as they unfold stories which trace back to the history of the origins of the songs. These songs come in many different styles and forms, ranging from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;sea chanties,work songs and ballads to lullabies,fiddle songs, minstrel songs and game songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performance schedule &amp; Ticket details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;30 November to 3 December 2005 - 8:30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3 and 4 December 2005 - 3:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;RM30 &lt;em&gt;(side seats)&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; RM45 &lt;em&gt;(centre seats)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RM20 &lt;em&gt;(side seats)&lt;/em&gt; &amp; RM35 &lt;em&gt;(centre seats)&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;12 years-old &amp;amp; below&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets available from 15 October 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For tickets, please contact The Actors Studio @ BSC(03) 2094 0400/1400 or e-mail &lt;a href="mailto:tickets@theactorsstudio.com.my"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tickets@theactorsstudio.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can even buzz &lt;a href="mailto:darlink_angel@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or leave me a msg to reserve the ticket. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deduction from the normal price on the 30th November show.&lt;br /&gt;For more details click &lt;a href="http://www.ykls.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113284758310954303?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113284758310954303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113284758310954303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113284758310954303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113284758310954303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/11/tasa-young-kl-singers-presents-goin.html' title='TASA Young KL Singers presents Goin&apos; Home'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-113284634200312894</id><published>2005-11-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:39:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 20 years old today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Happy birthday to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. Thanks to my wonderful family.. Mama, Papa, Abg, K,jules, K.Ijan, K.Rin, Abg Affzan, Lieawulf, Ijlal n Zakwan.. I have such a big family... I love them so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thanks to my &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mr other half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://izzatking.blogspot.com"&gt;Mr I.A&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;for the thought ..thanks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends for the lovely messages :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shakir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazreen&lt;br /&gt;Lina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darina &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cry4freedom.fm"&gt;Azwan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;Manjo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naveena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doinx.blogspot.com"&gt;Eine &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pah&lt;br /&gt;Azura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my caring &lt;strong&gt;aunts&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to become a better person in future in all aspect of my life. I hope some people will appreciate my existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-113284634200312894?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/113284634200312894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=113284634200312894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113284634200312894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/113284634200312894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-20-years-old-today.html' title='I am 20 years old today'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-112878447435372908</id><published>2005-10-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:58:33.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><content type='html'>I need to talk to you for a moment. I'll try to make this quick, and I won't expect a response because I know how difficult it is for you to express your innermost feelings, especially now. Did I ever tell you how much I loved that necklace you gave me for my birthday when I was eighteen?, the exercise ball on my 19th birthday for me to keep fit &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;,  my favourite perfume as a personal gift. I probably didn't. I was such a snotnosed brat (your words). This may be a bit awkward for you. I know it's awkward for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how proud I have always been of you? I don't believe I ever told you that, either. You were always there for me even when i'm on fire. You told me it was a shame, and you were right. I don't think I ever thanked you for that. Thank you. I probably never apologized either, did I. I'm so very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write you this letter in honor of Our Day, because you are and always will be mine, and I will forever hold you in my heart. But I need to be rid of this pain that haunts me, because I need to breathe again. Writing this letter is not an easy thing for me to do, it has taken years. Now I must move on. And to be quite honest, I don't know that I can, but I have to try. You understand? Of course you understand. Hope this one year give you lots of wonderful moment together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i found u !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-112878447435372908?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/112878447435372908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=112878447435372908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112878447435372908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112878447435372908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/10/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-112428779814853157</id><published>2005-08-17T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:09:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Psychology</title><content type='html'>Now is the 5th week of the new semester. I has lots of work to be done.Still working for my Social Psychology Assignment,the toughest one.Need to do lots of reasearch..observation..n case study.Hope I manage.Its intresting.I tend to learn more about people behavior. Everything that we did there are things that related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social sciences are dedicated to understanding the human condition, ideally to the extent that the singular and collective behaviors of human beings can be understood and even predicted. Though their goals are identical in the abstract, these "sciences" differ in terms of their way of looking at things, the questions they ask, the methods they use in addressing these questions, and what they do with this information once they obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approaching the problem of why some people do certain things, &lt;a href="http://www.socialpsychology.org/psylinks.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;psychologists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (see &lt;a href="http://www.socialpsychology.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wesleyan's Social Psychology Network&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) are inclined to give greater attention to the bearing of thought processes, personality characteristics, and their changes across the life-cycle. The closed, stereotypic thinking of authoritarians, for instance, make them more likely to be prejudiced and to join extreme right-wing political groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, evolving in this hybrid discipline is a perspective that more explicitly focuses on the interactions between the sociological and the psychological, producing new connections and new questions. Change the social connections and you change the essence of the self and its cognitive, emotive, and bonding capacities. Change the way social reality is psychologically parsed and processed and you ultimately change the nature and course of group dynamics. For instance, what kind of personality type might come to predominate in a capitalistic, secular, gerontophobic, death-denying, sex- obsessed culture where the young are socialized in single-parent families, with sports stars as role models, and whose lessons of adult life primarily come from commercially-based electronic messages? This emergent perspective integrates developments in such related social sciences as anthropology, linguistics, economics, political science, religion, history, communication studies, and sociobiology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-112428779814853157?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/112428779814853157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=112428779814853157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112428779814853157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112428779814853157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/08/social-psychology.html' title='Social Psychology'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-112383547204925347</id><published>2005-08-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:40:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze... Haze..</title><content type='html'>The weather is killing me... A noxious haze blamed on forest fires in Indonesia reached dangerous levels in Kuala Lumpur and nearby areas Wednesday, closing schools, halting some flights and keeping residents indoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The haze has shrouded Kuala Lumpur and surrounding areas for more than a week in a pall of noxious fumes, smelling of ash and coal, in the country's worst environmental crisis since 1997. -AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;UIAM is on hols until 14th of August 2005.. I thought UIAM will not be close seems we still have to go to class on Thursday and the weather is even worst..At 5.00 pm thursday afternoon they declared close.. A good thing though.. at least i dont have to travel all d way with this kind of weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-112383547204925347?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/112383547204925347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=112383547204925347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112383547204925347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112383547204925347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/08/haze-haze.html' title='Haze... Haze..'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-112074969059921182</id><published>2005-07-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:21:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unstable</title><content type='html'>Been having this weird uncomfortable feeling, unstable mood for the past few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in d mood 2 blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-112074969059921182?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/112074969059921182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=112074969059921182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112074969059921182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/112074969059921182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/07/unstable.html' title='Unstable'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111962293761584475</id><published>2005-06-24T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:22:17.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely No More - Rob Thomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it seems to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you know just what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But words are only words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you show me something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show me how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than ever, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be lonely no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna have to pay for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to know the lover at my door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is just another heartache on my list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be angry no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know I could never stand for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be lonely anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's hard for me, with my heart still on the mend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open up to me, like you do your girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you sing to me, and it's harmony &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, what you do to me is everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me say anything; just to get you back again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't we just try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be lonely no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna have to pay for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to know the lover at my door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is just another heartache on my list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be angry no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I could never stand for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be lonely anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I could hold you 'til I feel you move inside of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if it was paradise, and what if we were symphonies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be lonely no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna have to pay for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to know the lover at my door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is just another heartache on my list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna be angry no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you know I could never stand for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to be lonely anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111962293761584475?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cafeastrology.com/Love_songs/lonely_no_more_rob_thomas_lyrics.html' title='Lonely No More - Rob Thomas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111962293761584475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111962293761584475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111962293761584475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111962293761584475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/lonely-no-more-rob-thomas.html' title='Lonely No More - Rob Thomas'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111923699644776528</id><published>2005-06-20T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:09:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden of Knowledge and Virtues (UIAM@IIUM)</title><content type='html'>The new semester is going to start soon..I suppose on the 10th of July 2005...Its been a long time since the last time I step into Golden Of Knowledge and Virtue.. I've been on holidays for 2 months and I feels so lazy to go back to class.. I hope I manage to arrange my classes well...compared to my packed schedule on the last 2nd semester..my classes starts at 8.00 am and finish at 7.00 pm..it is so tiring..more over i'm staying off campus..going back and forth everyday..it took around half an hour to reach UIA...excluding the jams..I dont really have that much friends around me..I don't really mix around with people outside my class..and my life in UIA will be getting down from my car..going to class...going back to my car..and drive straight home..most of my friends are Indonesian..it is so comfortable to be with them compared to the Malaysian itself..maybe because i'm not staying in campus and I don't have that much time to babble around and mixing with other students..when u r staying in campus u have collegemates...dormmates.. roommates and other mates..eheee..*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;winks&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;I heard that the rules is much more stricter now..they treated us like a secondary schools students...its annoyed me sometimes...especially the guards..from matric till now i'm in the main campus..the guards are still ridiculous.. as if they do not have any better things to do then pick on people faults.. Hopes my 1st semester 2005/2006 will be unsurpassed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111923699644776528?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111923699644776528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111923699644776528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111923699644776528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111923699644776528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/garden-of-knowledge-and-virtues.html' title='Garden of Knowledge and Virtues (UIAM@IIUM)'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111892579515069432</id><published>2005-06-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:43:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open day heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;The promised special day turned out to be excruciatingly miserable for these residents of the Henry Gurney School in Telok Mas here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read NST headlines today and it makes me wonder why these kind of things happened...Yes..people make mistake...but they deserve to be forgive and to be love by their families...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dressed in spanking white overalls and with excitement gleaming on their faces, the 82 boys waited. And waited. And waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 82 boys only 2 families turn up...what happen to the rest?..the others were left waiting in despair..they have gone through a lot of things and I am sure the least that the family can do is to come n visit them..by doing that at least they know that they are people who still cares about them..and they will be motivated to become a better person in future..The pain was all the greater because none of them had ever been visited by their families since being sent to the school...Some of the boys have been here for several months, others for up to four years..the families are being informed about it but why dint they turn up?. ..I understand it is not easy for them to accept it and to forgive but there's nothing wrong by opening some space in your heart to someone who are related to U..ur blood-ties.. Forgiveness is the final form of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Forgiveness is the giving, and so the receiving, of life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;George MacDonald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111892579515069432?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111892579515069432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111892579515069432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111892579515069432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111892579515069432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/open-day-heartbreak.html' title='Open day heartbreak'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111875749188406013</id><published>2005-06-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:33:55.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - Innocent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/mj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Michael Jackson waves as he leaves court, Monday, June 13, 2005, in Santa Maria, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jackson was found not guilty of child molested, conspiracy and other counts. Jurors said the accusations of a young boy and his family were not credible a total legal victory that triggered jubilation among the pop star's fans and embarrassment for the district attorney's office&lt;/span&gt;.-AP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jackson was cleared of 10 charges in all, including four counts that he molested the boy in early 2003. Jackson also was charged with providing the boy with wine - "Jesus juice," the pop star called it and conspiring with members of his inner circle to hold the accuser and his family captive to get them to rebut a damaging documentary. Jurors also had to consider four lesser charges related to the alcohol counts, forcing them to render 14 verdicts in all.The case was set in motion by the 2003 broadcast of the British TV documentary "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Living With Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;" that Jackson had hoped would actually improve his image. In the program, Jackson held hands with the boy who would later accuse him, and he acknowledged sharing his bed with children, a practice he described as sweet and not at all sexual. As the verdict was read, Jackson sat motionless, as he did throughout the trial, only dabbing at his eyes with a tissue. One of his lawyers, Susan Yu, burst into tears. Some of the women on the jury also wept. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111875749188406013?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111875749188406013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111875749188406013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111875749188406013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111875749188406013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/michael-jackson-innocent_14.html' title='Michael Jackson - Innocent'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111837335291737284</id><published>2005-06-11T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T23:26:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joode Arasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img203.echo.cx/my.php?image=image1262my.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at" src="http://img203.echo.cx/img203/9192/image1262my.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img203.echo.cx/my.php?image=image1272te.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at" src="http://img203.echo.cx/img203/7204/image1272te.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;They day i brought him to the park nearby my house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my sunshine my only sunshine...He makes me smile all the time..Look how much he has grown..My first nephew...who loves elmo so much..elmo beg..elmo toys..he can even sing the elmo song..eventhough with only the la la la sounds..he can't speak yet..he can dance too.. ;)..he crawls everywhere and u can't stop him..He is 1 year old..he walks but with one hand holding something..Just love to be with him..can spend the whole day with him but the end of the day u will be so exhausted..running after him everywhere to makesure he is in a safe position..he loves to eat.. give him any food...he will open his mouth promptly...he can really cheer u up... :)..I can't wait for him to talk.. By looking at him..the way he behave and etc ..i can relate it with what i am studying now.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The fields of developmental and cognitive psychology have provided us with valuable insights into the combined effects of age and cognitive ability on a child's learning readiness. The questions a child may ask, and his or her corresponding ability to understand, will be relative to a particular developmental level. For example, a three-year-old might ask a "why" question, such as "why do people get old?" From time to time, children who have first started asking questions about babies when they were three years of age, will repeat them a little later on if a particular stimulus prompts them. Thus, the five-year-old may very well ask, "How does a newborn baby get out of the mommy?" The five-year-old's seemingly insatiable curiosity may lead to other questions about the mechanisms of natural phenomena, such as "Where does the moon go during the daytime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is so intresting....Can't wait for the next semester to start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111837335291737284?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111837335291737284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111837335291737284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111837335291737284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111837335291737284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/joode-arasy.html' title='Joode Arasy'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111839875086533325</id><published>2005-06-10T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:21:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why...but I'm so sad...everything seems to be wrong..I'm mad...I feel so depress..is there anything wrong with me????..but I just hate this feelings.. urghh i dunnnnnnoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111839875086533325?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111839875086533325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111839875086533325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111839875086533325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111839875086533325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/down.html' title='DOWN'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111831275351856042</id><published>2005-06-10T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:45:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether by strange coincidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or divine guidance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the course of our life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we cross paths with many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some move towards us,others move away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some we choose to remember,others to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But with a special few we seem to have no choice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for each has made an impact on the other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and their memory will live on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These people we call friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, to me, are such a one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;– Dick Innes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;© Copyright&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/8455207-111831275351856042?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111831275351856042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111831275351856042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111831275351856042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111831275351856042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111822367939852458</id><published>2005-06-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:05:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The third and final installment in the Star Wars prequel trilogy - the sixth Star Wars movie overall. Anakin Skywalker's turn to the Dark Side of the Force, the continuing Clone Wars and the final fate of the Old Republic should be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watched it today in GSC midvalley.I'm not really a fan of Star Wars and i dont even watch the 1st,2nd,4th,5th and 6th episode of Star wars but frankly speaking i do enjoy watching it somehow.The story and the visuals are really well done. The story was far better than I expected. All in all, worth my money, and seeing it with the geek crowd (though they cheered for every goddamned thing Yoda did) So , go see it.I have to say though. This movie had some amazing moments that truly made up for the bad ones.Try and ignore the lame parts and focus on the sections of movie that are truly great. When talking about high expectations and considering the response of critics, I guess it all comes back to the subjective nature of art. (be it film, music or literature) Which is perhaps why I just do not "get" the need for critics, but that is something that I may never completely grasp. Take a pool of reviews from across the globe, much in the same manner as Rotten Tomatoes, and you are bound to get any number of responses. In the end, what is the point.. if the ultimate deciding factor for you is your very own opinion?&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/8455207-111822367939852458?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111822367939852458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111822367939852458&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111822367939852458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111822367939852458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/06/star-wars-episode-iii-revenge-of-sith.html' title='Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111708339607921515</id><published>2005-05-27T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:47:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that certain people will neva understand..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People Ask" &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How can you be friends with someone you have never met&lt;/span&gt;?" I tell them" &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You have never been online I bet&lt;/span&gt;!". It's something people offline will never understand. You open up your heart to friendship with your typing Hands. It's a world full friendship at your finger tips, there is so much. Online, it only takes a heart to reach people with your touch. First you start out online, surfing all around. Next thing you know a great friend will be found. You will chat a lot and surf cyber space. Soon it will be your second home, a comforting special place. A Friend to share your dreams and your tears and to help each other wipe away life's fears. You will share life together and help each other along You will make it thru bad weather because friendship is so strong. No matter how far apart you go, your keyboards will keep you together. and in your heart you will know you don't need a face to be a true friend 4ever ....With L O V E ...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111708339607921515?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111708339607921515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111708339607921515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111708339607921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111708339607921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-that-certain-people-will.html' title='Something that certain people will neva understand..'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111571456988638652</id><published>2005-05-11T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:46:32.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Can Be Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss,and ends with a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What do you do when the only person who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave,and impossible to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You can only go as far as you push!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Some people make the world special by just being in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Best friends are the siblings God forgot to give us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;True friendship never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Friends are forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but you know they are always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everything is okay in the end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If it's not okay,then it's not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;but only friends leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If u love something...let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If it comes back to you its yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;If it doesn't then it never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111571456988638652?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111571456988638652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111571456988638652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111571456988638652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111571456988638652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/05/nobody-can-be-perfect.html' title='Nobody Can Be Perfect'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111530725248176722</id><published>2005-05-05T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:02:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th birthday to my beloved sistha &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nur Farizan&lt;/span&gt; with loads of luv... Hopes ur day cherish with joy n happiness...may all ur dreams come true..thanks for being such a superb sistha for the past 19 years i lived..always there when i need u..shares my ups n down.. u've been my sister for many years..we've laughed together n shed some tears ..we've had harsh words..and pulled some hair..but against the world we r a terrific pair..our times together will end soon..u'll have another life to go through..i just want to say that &lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SISTERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A sister's love is special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;in oh so many ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now miles stretch between u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;nd minutes turn to days.&lt;br /&gt;We've shared so much as childre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the tears, the joys, the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A lifetime spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;those memories remain.&lt;br /&gt;In times gone by we've pondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the paths our lives have taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Knowing that in spite of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;our sister love unshaken.&lt;br /&gt;A sister's love is special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;in ways that are unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Still that binding force exists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;our sister love unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~© Rosemary Wynings~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111530725248176722?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111530725248176722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111530725248176722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111530725248176722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111530725248176722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111476969088047411</id><published>2005-04-30T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:46:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/gunting%20lagadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/gunting%20lagadan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhu....at mount kinabalu...getting ready to go down..afta one day journey to d top... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken at Gunting Lagadan...2.7km from the peak of Mount Kinabalu..i really had a tough time while climbing it...but i do enjoy myself...it is very cold up there...u cant imagine it..until u climb it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111476969088047411?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111476969088047411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111476969088047411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111476969088047411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111476969088047411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/04/huhu.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111475230525278187</id><published>2005-04-30T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:27:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kinabalu Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st week in borneo we have been assign to memories this song....we use to sing it during all the opening n closing ceremony..as a token of appreciation.... Enjoy~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tinggi- tinggi Gunung Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;Tinggi lagi sayang sama kamu&lt;br /&gt;Biru- biru hujung kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;Tengok dari jauh hati saya rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabalu dekat di Kundasang&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sayur boleh pilih-pilih&lt;br /&gt;Apa guna pergi luar&lt;br /&gt;Naik Kinabalu hati saya rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumandak-sumandak pun ramai menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Menari tarian lenggang sumazau&lt;br /&gt;Sekali melihat melepak kulitnya&lt;br /&gt;Saya, jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang-sayang Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;Keamatan pesta bulan lima&lt;br /&gt;Sayang-sayang saya pergi tamu&lt;br /&gt;Jalan tamparuli, hati saya rindu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sumandak&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lady @gurl&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song leaves thousand of sweet memories behind it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111475230525278187?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111475230525278187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111475230525278187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111475230525278187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111475230525278187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/04/kinabalu-song-for-1st-week-in-borneo.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111476878028676153</id><published>2005-04-29T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:47:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #666666 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #666666 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #666666 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University Malaysia Sabah &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We r in University Malaysia Sabah (UMS) ...We stayed quite for sometimes...It is the 2nd largest university in Asia..They even have their own Gallery n Muzium...Do go n visit UMS...i'm sure u r going to have a great time though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111476878028676153?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111476878028676153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>New Skin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Skin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seems to have problem with my previous background...here we go my new blog skin...again??...ehehe...still under construction...pening2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111465694711761296?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111465694711761296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111465694711761296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111465694711761296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111465694711761296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-skin.html' title='New Skin?'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111461542763939517</id><published>2005-04-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:25:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo not in d mood for the past few days...i dunno y..but somehow just feel like typing this lyric down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah maafkan aku,&lt;br /&gt;segala salahku&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila kau tetap bisu&lt;br /&gt;Ungkapkan salahmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sifatku, dan aku khilafku&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku cintaku, dan aku rinduku&lt;br /&gt;Sudah, lupakan semua&lt;br /&gt;Segala berubah&lt;br /&gt;San kita terlupakan, kita terluka&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sifatku, dan aku khilafku&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku cintaku, dan aku rinduku&lt;br /&gt;Kutanya malam, dapatkah kau lihatnya&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan yang tak terungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa denganmu&lt;br /&gt;Oh...hanya malam dapat meleburkan&lt;br /&gt;Segala rasa yang tak terungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa kau tak berubah&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa denganmu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111461542763939517?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111461542763939517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111461542763939517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111461542763939517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111461542763939517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-111452915499275188</id><published>2005-04-26T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:25:54.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Glad to be back at home...afta 2 weeks in Borneo....i really had a great time though..too bad i'm not 100% well...but i will update my blog as soon as possible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-111452915499275188?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/111452915499275188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=111452915499275188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111452915499275188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/111452915499275188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110803554347586567</id><published>2005-02-10T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:39:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Something 2 Share&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, the dress code among Muslim women has been given great attention, especially in relation to the hijab (head covering) practice in which is considered as a symbol of "oppression" towards Muslim women. While Islam is certainly not the only religion to introduce the practice of covering head, it continues to be the centre of attack and heavily discussed as the women's right issue especially outside Muslim world. Furthermore, this has been included as a political agenda in some countries, which results in Muslim women being oppressed and their freedom to practice their religion was taken away. Sadly, we also see that some so-called "Muslim" secularists and hypocrites, under the false insinuation that wearing the hijab is oppression for women, make the ridiculous claim that the Qur'ân "does not make a statement about covering the hair". Obviously, this claim stems from their arrogance combined with their sheer ignorance on the matter. The purpose of this paper is to answer these Critics' claims to show them that their lies do not hold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Prophet! tell thy wives and daughters, and the believing women, that they should cast their outer garments over their persons (when abroad): that is most convenient that they should be known (as such) and not molested and Allâh is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yusuf Ali's translation of the Holy Qur'an, Sura' al-Ahzaab, verse 59]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above verse, women are required to cast their outer garments for them to be recognised as a decent woman, and further to avoid any harassment in any way. The word used in the verse, &lt;em&gt;jalabib&lt;/em&gt; (plural of jilbab), refers to an outer garment which covers the body completely, and so this is also an argument in favor of covering the hair. While the above verse does not specifically mention what is the right dress code applied (apart from the fact that women should cover their body), it clearly shows that the basic underlying concept is modesty. It is widely agreed that women who dressed and behaved modestly are respectable, and it helps in having respectful relationship with other women and men in their daily life. This is the most important reason behind the rules set in Islam, in which it gives total respect to women with regards to their body and preserve their dignity, and at the same time act as a guard and protection to them, at least to a certain extent, from being physically and emotionally harassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Thanks 2 Mdm Rafidah Abdul Jamal 4  helping me out to solve this matter as required 4 for my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110803554347586567?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110803554347586567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110803554347586567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110803554347586567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110803554347586567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/02/something-2-share-over-years-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110786813723701981</id><published>2005-02-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:08:57.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tensee...tensee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tense...tense..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure...what comes around goes around... A thousand appologize to whom it may concern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110786813723701981?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110786813723701981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110786813723701981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110786813723701981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110786813723701981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/02/tenseetensee.html' title='tensee...tensee...'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110692503105839934</id><published>2005-01-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:19:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl walked daily to and from school. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the windswhipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the littlegirl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school, and she herself  feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the road to her child's school. As she did so, she saw a little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look and smile. One after another  follow quickly,the little girl will  stop n look at the streak of light and smiling.Finally, the mother called her over to the car and asked, "What are you doing?" The child answered, "God just keeps taking pictures of me,"Lord, help me to trust You as much as this little one, especially when the storms of life crash around me.God Bless you today, whatever storm you are facing! And keep smiling as you got through each one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110692503105839934?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110692503105839934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110692503105839934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110692503105839934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110692503105839934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/trust-little-girl-walked-daily-to-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110684046616450111</id><published>2005-01-27T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:41:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Dear lie You **** You said you could fix anything..Instead I'm stupid...You made things even worse for me..If I had d courage I'd tell you get away from me...Guess I'm not smart..I let you unnerve me..I let you control me..Afraid the truth would hurt me..When it's you that hurts me more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y people need to lie???....things happen 4 a reason rite??..but why does it happen again n again.. its very hard for me to accept it...is it so hard to tell the truth..there's so many things that u've been keeping away from me...n y is dat so??..i really wish i can reveal everything from yaa...but not as dat easy...i wanna ask ya lots of things but i don't want u to feel as if i'm dat kind of "busybody" type...i dont wanna push u...i just want to know the truth..until when should i wait...there are times u makes me wonder..whut do u really want from me...i'm only a human being with lots of faults...compared to ur other frens...hurm..let the time decide whuts going to happen next.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Take Care of d person u Love..Never tell them lies or attempt to hurt them..coz' u wont know how important they are until they are out of ur life~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110684046616450111?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110684046616450111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110684046616450111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110684046616450111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110684046616450111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-lie-you-you-said-you-could-fix.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110656228128703939</id><published>2005-01-25T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:12:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurm...the sense of missing...its been one week plus..once again i missed my classes for today..my eyes still in a bad condition...i went for my morning class but cannot stand much more longer u can feel d pain n i'm not comfortable with it...i miss d excitement of having monday...wednesday...n friday classes (&lt;em&gt;only U know y??&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;wondering is everything ok?..hope so.. been thinking of u a lot..ay ssim i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Happy Song&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin makes me more happy than to know&lt;br /&gt;That I have such a close friend&lt;br /&gt;To know that you're down for me is reassuring&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason&lt;br /&gt;I'm always smilin&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm kickin' it with you&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot fun with you&lt;br /&gt;Never any kind of pressure&lt;br /&gt;Comin' from you&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get me to do&lt;br /&gt;Anything I'm not ready to&lt;br /&gt;That's why I really like you&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy&lt;br /&gt; So very happy&lt;br /&gt;I never get tired of talkin' on the phone with you&lt;br /&gt;For I was out of time&lt;br /&gt;And as time goes by we will come grown up and wise&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll be just as tight&lt;br /&gt;And it was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Then we're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop us; destined&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say that we&lt;br /&gt;Won't fall deep in love&lt;br /&gt; It's a very good chance because&lt;br /&gt;I might be young&lt;br /&gt; But I still know what it is (to be happy)&lt;br /&gt; I know what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt; I know what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And it's you all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110656228128703939?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110656228128703939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110656228128703939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110656228128703939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110656228128703939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/hurm.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110655781640381421</id><published>2005-01-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:13:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have faith in urself</title><content type='html'>I remember a few days ago, a friend of mine posed me this question, one that I had trouble answering. But did come across my mind even before she asked... &lt;em&gt;"Nawwar, isn't it weird, I study so hard and I pray and do all the needful. But why is it that I still fail? I have friends who aren't even religious, not as in religious religious but yea, as in know their responsibilities to God but they fare way better than me. Why?? I don't blame God or anything but it seems unfair, is this a test or is there really a &lt;strong&gt;hikmah&lt;/strong&gt; behind it?"&lt;/em&gt;Don't we all feel that way? Except that most of us are just too afraid to voice it out, scared to give others an impression that we seem to be losing faith in God. It's a scary feeling in a way, one that hits us at times of total despair and depression...It's at times like this that we should hold on. I try reminding myself that all the time, "&lt;em&gt;Hang on Nawwar&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;Don't give up just yet&lt;/em&gt;" but as always, it's all easier said than done. In the end, it's all a matter of believing in what you do and not giving up that counts. My friend is doing fine now by the way, on her way of building up a great career. Why? She never gave up. Not on God nor herself. Neither should I... nor any of us... Have faith in urself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110655781640381421?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110655781640381421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110655781640381421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110655781640381421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110655781640381421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/have-faith-in-urself.html' title='have faith in urself'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110637418213449442</id><published>2005-01-22T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:20:32.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="180" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img86.exs.cx/img86/9969/im227kx.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="189" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img86.exs.cx/img86/4389/naznshark23ay.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Who are THEY??? ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110637418213449442?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110637418213449442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110637418213449442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110637418213449442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110637418213449442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_22.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110630980547428538</id><published>2005-01-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:16:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a beautiful day~~~~</title><content type='html'>I woke up early in d morning today...do some stuff..do some cleaning....Its Hari raya so u cant run away from all d work.. u have to do extra work...i keep my sistha company for a photo shoot today in Subang Jaya..i had a memorable experience...d best part for today is d climax for today agenda..i'm very glad + happy + excited to meet my best buddies...&lt;em&gt;Naz&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;Shakir&lt;/em&gt; n &lt;em&gt;Alan&lt;/em&gt; came to my house.. Its been a long time since the last time i met &lt;strong&gt;NAZ&lt;/strong&gt;....so happy to see her...really miss her...Thanks for coming nAz....hope to c u again soon...all d time dat we spent is very precious..&lt;strong&gt;Alan&lt;/strong&gt; : Thanks for coming..its nice to have u around...last but not least, &lt;strong&gt;Shakir&lt;/strong&gt; : at last after all the arguements n the excuses we meet again...Thanks for coming Shark..the evening was fantastic with ur presence... Eventhough i look terrible..but i just cant say no to see them...We really have a good time...Dint we??...ehehe..Chatting around...Eating...Shooting...egege...Kacauing Shakir...pity him..Naz n Shakir mmg besh kalau one table..Alan a bit quite....oooh i'm totally forget about &lt;em&gt;NAz's driver&lt;/em&gt;..ehehe...my bro...&lt;strong&gt;Ijlal &lt;/strong&gt;: thanks for spending ur time with us and entertaining my friends..Cant wait to see u guys again...Hopes our friendship last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110630980547428538?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110630980547428538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110630980547428538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110630980547428538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110630980547428538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-beautiful-day.html' title='Its a beautiful day~~~~'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110614166403824340</id><published>2005-01-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:24:32.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>Been trying to change the skin, d color, d font, and etc...its a lot of hardwork n effort..aiyo..surrender already... thanks to cry4freedom been helping me a lot..melayan kerenah i yg mcm2...ThaNKS.... Thanks a lot.. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110614166403824340?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110614166403824340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110614166403824340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110614166403824340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110614166403824340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110584715479218610</id><published>2005-01-16T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:45:54.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/joodeKuantan.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/joodeKuantan.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joode arasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110584715479218610?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110584715479218610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110584715479218610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110584715479218610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110584715479218610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/joode-arasytinkerbell.html' title=''/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110584701924530888</id><published>2005-01-16T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:30:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget JOnes</title><content type='html'>Just saw the film and I have to say that it is better than the first one...it seemes as if there is much more going on. This is a type of a movie that many women can relate to so it is almost natural that men will never like the movie, but hey... The story, yes, it was predictable but in which romantic comedy it is not to be very honest. The only thing I didn't like as far as the story goes is the fact that "Daniel" again works with Bridget....I mean how likely is that really..it would be more interesting if he did something else. Overall I think the story is very good comparing it to almost any other romantic story that we see in films these days...the other ones are generally very cheesy and most likely never to happen in real life anyway. This one resembles more of a natural thing to it, which is why I like it so much. Well, I think that the movie was just great and had a lot of fun watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***u'll alwiz be my boo***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110584701924530888?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110584701924530888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110584701924530888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110584701924530888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110584701924530888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/bridget-jones.html' title='Bridget JOnes'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110553300896305602</id><published>2005-01-12T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:30:08.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie update</title><content type='html'>I'm done with two papers...one more paper to go for this week...the rest will be after the break...i'm exhausted...been studying all nite...need to prepare for my Fiqh paper on this friday....i'm still confiuse with the terms Ijma', Qiyas. Ijtihad....etc..its a bit confiusing...worries me a lot....but this phrase will alwiz bugging on my mind "&lt;em&gt;Everything gonna be allrite&lt;/em&gt;"..hope so.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110553300896305602?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110553300896305602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110553300896305602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110553300896305602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110553300896305602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/quickie-update.html' title='A quickie update'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110553254276314243</id><published>2005-01-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:40:32.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loving it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Nobody's Home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't tell you why she felt that way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She felt it everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I couldn't help her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just watched her make the same mistakes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's wrong, what's wrong now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be strong, be strong now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her feelings she hides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her dreams she can't find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's losing her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's fallen behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She can't find her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's losing her faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's fallen from grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;by : Avril Lavigne&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/8455207-110553254276314243?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110553254276314243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110553254276314243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110553254276314243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110553254276314243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m a loving it'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110525393471049332</id><published>2005-01-09T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:58:54.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bZz!!!</title><content type='html'>i've been busy with lots of things...i dont even have time to blog..urgh...my mid term is starting next week.. 3 papers b4 the mid break...n all d papers r quite tough  for me.. Rise n Expansion of Islam..Introduction to Fiqh n Political Science...aiyo so scary..cant wait to get over it..but still i'm not prepared enough...life as a university student has become much more tougher and bzier...just bare with it..hope i can manage..one week to go before the break...during the break i think thats the best time to start blogging again..borring already with the same content...pray for me peeps...May god bless me... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110525393471049332?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110525393471049332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110525393471049332&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110525393471049332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110525393471049332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2005/01/bzz.html' title='bZz!!!'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110268088432544062</id><published>2004-12-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:14:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since my last post...been busy with lots of things...trying to adapt to the new environment...its kindda funny to get lost in ur own university...but it happens every single day...i always tend to use a longer way but there is the easiest way to go to class or even to get back to my car....for the past 2 weeks was fun...eventhough i had a pretty tough time during my induction week...but everything was okie :)... i met my old buddies...the classes was ok...the lecturers also fine..but theres a few subject that i'm still hanging...especially those subject that includes arabics elements..i guess i have to work harder this semester...hopes everything going to be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110268088432544062?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110268088432544062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110268088432544062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110268088432544062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110268088432544062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110268031990750946</id><published>2004-12-10T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T20:05:19.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM I SPECIAL?</title><content type='html'>AM I SPECIAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm not... but to realise that, to realise that i am not better than everyone else, gives me humility. I know not to be over confident, and in that sense, i have an edge over most. In that sense, I am special.&lt;br /&gt;To pick the first, according to the second, just shows that I am like ereryone else. Since everyone thinks they are special, it becomes normal, contradicting your 'specialness'.&lt;br /&gt;But if i pick the second, to say that I'm not, it can only be said that I am special, if and only if, i don't realise that I will become humble, and therefore special. To realise this and to 'feel' special only makes you like everyone else. Either way, you end up picking the first. Either way, you are not special!&lt;br /&gt;Is it, then, the fault of the question for not allowing any choice, or is there no choice to begin with? Are we doomed to living a non-special, boring feeble existance? Or is there, by any chance, a third option?&lt;br /&gt;I am confused&lt;br /&gt;(i have no idea what i'm saying here - most probably because it doesn't make any sense)(plus, i forget my point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110268031990750946?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110268031990750946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110268031990750946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110268031990750946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110268031990750946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/12/am-i-special.html' title='AM I SPECIAL?'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110103074241104746</id><published>2004-11-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T17:52:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words</title><content type='html'>What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Dei! What's wrong with you la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing..Not sure... i don't know myself...&lt;br /&gt;Dei! What IS YOUR problem la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth...&lt;br /&gt;everything..everything is on my mind. Everything disturbs me, and fascinates me all the same...I think about what I can do. I think about how I should do it. When. With who. Why. Why not. What else is there to do. And the process repeats itself. I find myself rotting away in my subconscious. Not knowing anymore what is happening around me... Not caring what is around me....&lt;br /&gt;I think about my future, and then I think about my past, but when I start thinking about the present, nothing seems to make sense.. and yet, behind the senselessness of reality, there is this weird sense of simplicity that gives a soothing effect to my pathetic life..&lt;br /&gt;To me, knowing what I want is simple. To decide how to get it is also simple... but my mind keeps on questioning everything... It tell me what I should do..but wouldn't allow me to do it! Keeps on reasoning my reasons. Finding fault with my justifications... and in the end, my simple objectives are all but a mist of confusion, and frustration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110103074241104746?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110103074241104746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110103074241104746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110103074241104746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110103074241104746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/11/more-than-words.html' title='more than words'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110094017142174876</id><published>2004-11-21T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:42:51.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its gotta be more 2 life~</title><content type='html'>there is a storm in my head. im not sure where its coming from. it rages on and on and suddenly it stops. then it restarts and i feel like i might go insane. i dont know what its all about. its anger, but it has no source, or perhaps the source is me, and im angry at myself. for being silly @ st***id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, my eyes seem to be hurting. this is probably from the contact lenses that i'm using.tons of things happened these few weeks. i'm so ashamed of myself. mortified by my own behaviour. amazed at my blind disregard for proper manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god im so self absorbed, i hate myself sometimes. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;I have been trying to formulate some clever opinions about a great many things, but somehow, I always end up stumped. I believe there are several possible reasons for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;a. i have no opinions, therefore, i officially dont give a toss about anything and therefore am a seriously though unknowingly rebelious girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;b. i have a hidden fear of speaking out disguised in the sugar coated colour of politeness, which makes me a two-faced fool, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333300;"&gt;c. i'm going crazy. seriously, my brain doesnt seem to be functioning properly these days.-hmm, I guess the third option is the least degrading, so I'll go with that for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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life~'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110062483996241581</id><published>2004-11-17T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T01:09:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2 my LifE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be kickedWhen you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before your life is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one ever lies straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might think I'm happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm not gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be kickedWhen you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:.i seems to fall in love with this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110062483996241581?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-110058770274068868</id><published>2004-11-17T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:50:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Its My Birthday!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; ....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110058770274068868?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110058770274068868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110058770274068868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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at home again..lots of things happen in Penang..some peeps are making me dizzy and I don't know why I even care in d 1st place..but I had a great time though..in 2 days time we r going to end our fasting month...month full of patience...lots of things to be done at home..and I'm all by myself...my sisters only will be coming back during the eves of raya :(...missing them so badly...I dont know whats wrong with me..one of my best buddies said dat I've change..I am neglecting her I guess..I'm being so mean..I don't like her to feel that way..I don't want anything to happen between our relationship...I hope she forgive me for the things I've done...been trying to talk to u gal..i miss those moments that we used to spend together...really miss ya!!...can't wait to c u!!...I've been thinking about this thing for the past few days..I keep on asking myself...what makes me act this way??... but i couldnt find a proper answer for this question..one thing for sure..i need to do something with myself..i don't want things become worst..so get ready n be prepared..I really wish everything will be back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-110019029780189544?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/110019029780189544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=110019029780189544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110019029780189544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/110019029780189544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/11/huhu.html' title='huhu...'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109998873969944569</id><published>2004-11-09T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:28:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>Glad to be back....I'm exhausted!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109998873969944569?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109998873969944569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/Image(122).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/Image(122).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in d mOod :P...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109924132353394588?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109924132353394588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/Image(058).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/Image(058).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joud Arasy...againn&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109924102194753407?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109924102194753407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/Image(050).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joud Arasy -Happy Mood-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109924065161858879?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109924065161858879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109924065161858879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/Dr%20Hameedah%2Cs%20house%20052.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joud Arasy....-on d 7th Day-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109924038485158030?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109924038485158030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109924038485158030&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alter...here n there...but i'm so tired already...plus i'm flying to Penang tomorrow...lots of thing to be done...my flight will be at 7.30 in the morning...because my sister need to start working at 9.00 am...i'll be on my own then..so i guess i will not post anything for this coming one week...unless í'm a bit rajin to go to the CC..i'll be back on next Monday insyaAllah...pray for my safety and smooth journey...hopes everything turn up well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s :feel free to comment on my new skin..maybe u guys can give me good advices...help me out peeps!!...ur co-operation is much APPRECIATED... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109922416956071000?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109910535344170748</id><published>2004-10-30T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T11:02:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/IMG_6105.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/IMG_6105.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:), Shahril Hady, Shira, Faten&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109910535344170748?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109907187362325188</id><published>2004-10-30T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T01:59:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalaa</title><content type='html'>I went 4 break fast in Renaissance, Kuala Lumpur today... its kindda tiring..I went with my sistha.. we took LRT...my sistha got back from work around 5 n if she's driving it will be totally Jam in Kl...so she decided to take lrt than change to monorail..because the hotel is rite infront of the monorail...its kindda funny...I have to walk in my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baju Kebaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all the way..such a silly decision to wear my 3inch heels....urgh...my foot hurts..because we r walking in a fast mode...we r in the hurry 2 makesure we arrive there on time...luckily we arrived there sharp at 7...but still...I cant stand the fact that i'm wearing that baju n that shoes...from lrt taman bahagia...i stop at kl sentral..change to monorail n stop at bukit nanas station..the food was excellent...but i dint eat much..there's 2 many things to eat...variety of dishes n types of food...cooked...not cooked...cakes...pastries..i really enjoy my food n such a lovely evening with my sistha n her colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109907187362325188?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109907187362325188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109907187362325188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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next...enjoy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/1024/IMG_6390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/2156/400/IMG_6390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,Shira,Ijlal,Jim,Sya &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109895603444031420?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109892585415443228</id><published>2004-10-28T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:10:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>Today is the 14th day of Ramadhan...how fast the time goes by...hopefully our ramadhan will be full of blessings..I've been busy lately...there's lots of things need to be done at home..I'm flying to Penang in 3 days time...need to keep my sister company..she will be working there in 2 weeks...so we'll be back one day before raya...she'll be working 7 days a week....8 to 7 everyday...hurm..n it makes me wonder what am I going to do there...I guess I need to learn more about penang so that I can survive on my own there...there's lots of things to discover in a new place...rather than just seat in the hotel..it is better for me to do something...I still dint prepare anything...what i should i bring???...what do I need...ermm ;)...forget about Penang for a while...i've just received an offer letter from IIUM...I'll be registering on the 23rd of November which is on Tuesday...one week afta raya..I have to fill up all the forms n everything...start the process again...d part that I hated most is..&lt;em&gt;ta'aruf&lt;/em&gt; (Orientation)..why we need to do it again.. need to go through d same thing again n again...one talk after another...bla bla blaaa.....so borrrringg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109892585415443228?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109892585415443228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>B.r.E.A.k</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's lots of things on my mind...sometimes i just wish these kind of things would not happen...but still...hurm...its been a long time since my last post isn it...i've been busy with lots of things...n i guess at the moment i will stop writing anything on my blog until i settle all the things...like most of peeps said...life is like a circle....sometimes u r at d top..n u can be at d bottom as well...i'm worried about hun...hopes everything will be back to normal...please return back what eva that is belong to hun.... can't wait to c u...i s.S.!.m ya!!....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109859071453217686?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109808844007480975</id><published>2004-10-18T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T10:33:29.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine I miss you like nobody else In the heat of summer sunshine I kiss you, and nobody needs to know Ya da... ya da... ya da....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109808844007480975?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109808844007480975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109808844007480975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109808844007480975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109808844007480975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/10/summer-sunshine.html' title='Summer Sunshine'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109792027278958695</id><published>2004-10-16T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:01:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Saturday...</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day in the month of Ramadan...such a tiring day..but i dint do much...such a lazy bump today..let my sista do all the work..I'm being so mean...I don't know something wrong with me today...so lembikfying...hurm...oooo...&lt;em&gt;Joud Arasy&lt;/em&gt; in d house... I'll be busy with him soon....such a cute little boy....he's 5 months old today..we was born on d same day....huhu..besh besh...such a boring day today...n i dint even realize today is saturday seems we r in d fasting month..normally weekends we'll be busy with lots of activities......&lt;br /&gt;there's something bothering me for the past few days...i keep on thinking about my Psychology paper..Sir AO said that is the easiest psychology paper..yes its easy..but somehow i think i dint answer it properly..there's something wrong somewhere...i'm so worried..am i going to flunk that paper or ???...urgh... may God bless me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109792027278958695?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109792027278958695/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109784375812531832</id><published>2004-10-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T21:56:43.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huhu...</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since my last post...been busy with exams n d newcomer ^_^..I'm happy though...today is the 1st day of Ramadhan...month with lots of patience...I've finish all my courses in matrics with my last paper Psychology...huh...at last...hopes me n hun pass with flying colors....can't wait to varnish from that place...but there's lots of memories left behind...the surrounding..classes...cafe's..i'm gonna miss all that..i'm gonna start my new semester somewhere in november.....one week after raya...no more in pj...i'll be going to the main campus...which is in gombak...such a long way to go...compared to b4..it took only 10 minutes from my house to go to class..but now i have to go out earlier it seems...nevamind...that is normal...life as a student..isn it??...i have one semester to be with my sister b4 she graduated...i will use every single minutes to disturb her...ehehe...sorry sis!!!...but too bad u r my elder sister so u must treat ur younger sister nicely...;p...am i rite??...i'm going to be in a new place..with a new environment...but with the same peeps i guess...can't wait to discover lots of new things there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109784375812531832?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109784375812531832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109784375812531832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109784375812531832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109784375812531832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/10/huhu.html' title='huhu...'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109732732755313810</id><published>2004-10-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:16:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eXxxxxxAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammm</title><content type='html'>i'm not feeling well today...fever siket...flu siket...headache siket...so sum up...jd banyak...&lt;em&gt;is it because of &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;;)&lt;/em&gt;..i dunno..tomorrow is my arabic paper...maybe i'm too worried because of that...i dint prepare anything yet at d moment...the best part now i'm in front of televisyen &lt;em&gt;(as if i dont have any paper tomorrow)&lt;/em&gt;...watching the result show for malaysian idol...for me i guess Jac will win...she's a good competitor to compete with Fantasia Barino for the World Idol..but we neva know aite..let's c whuts going to happen...aiyoo...my paper will be at 2.30 pm....hopes everything turn up well...wish me luck peeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109732732755313810?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109732732755313810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109724262417327049</id><published>2004-10-08T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:35:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love u baby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;huhu..something for yaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;As long last love has arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;There are no words left to speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if you feel like I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.I love you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And if it's quite alright,I need you, baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;To warm a lonely night.I love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Trust in me when I say:Oh baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oh, baby, now that I found you, stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And let me love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Let me love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109724262417327049?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109713712510271986</id><published>2004-10-07T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T16:18:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><content type='html'>i just cant believe it happens 2 me... like a dreams come true....i'm so happy n i'm glad though..i dint know that we can go this far..i just hope i make the rite decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109713712510271986?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109713712510271986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109713712510271986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109713712510271986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109713712510271986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109706856330986765</id><published>2004-10-06T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:17:02.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>my parents are back....huhu...glad to c that they are fine...but they seeems to have flu..maybe because of d different weather... huhu....best best...i received a GREAT news today...huhu...syhhh private n confidential..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109706856330986765?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109706856330986765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109706856330986765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109706856330986765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109706856330986765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeah-yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='yeah yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109696103493015738</id><published>2004-10-05T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:25:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sad....gimme some spaceeee</title><content type='html'>Y I'll always b the one to be blame...I don't even know anything about it....Y cant they try to understand me..at least a bit...Don't blame everything on me...yes I admit part of it my fault..but somehow I've tried so hard to makes things better...hurm...ntuhlaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;life doesn't turn up as u wish it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sometimes u try 2 b d best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but still u failed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I want 2 treat him in different way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don't want to pressure him so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but still I failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I want to be close to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don't want to mumble at him,scold or said anything that hurts him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but still I failed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'll be there when ever he needs me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don't want him to feel left out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but still I failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've given him so many space n chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;he keep on hiding things from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I failed again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I brought him everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I want him to feel happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;but still I failed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I talked to him,smile with him,laugh with him, even cry in front of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hopes he understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;coz' I felt so much pain inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;d pain inside nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I pray to Allah everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;show me the way n guide him to the right path..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've surrender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I FAILED to be a good sister to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109696103493015738?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109690550808902231</id><published>2004-10-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:58:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lieeee...ooo...lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;"Dear lie You **** You said you could fix anything..Instead I'm stupid...You made things even worse for me..If I had d courage I'd tell you get away from me...Guess I'm not smart..I let you unnerve me..I let you control me..Afraid the truth would hurt me..When it's you that hurts me more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;    y people need to lie???....things happen 4 a reason rite??..but why does it happen again n again.. its very hard for me to accept it...is it so hard to tell the truth..there's so many things that u've been keeping away from me...n y is dat so??..i really wish i can reveal everything from yaa...but not as dat easy...i wanna ask ya lots of things but i don't want u to feel as if i'm dat kind of "busybody" type...i dont wanna push u...i just want to know the truth..until when should i wait...there are times u makes me wonder..whut do u really want from me...i'm only  a human being with lots of faults...compared to ur other frens...hurm..let the time decide whuts going to happen next.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Take Care of d person u Love..Never tell them lies or attempt to hurt them..coz' u wont know how important they are until they are out of ur life~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109689022432649422</id><published>2004-10-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:35:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAk Guard...pak guard...</title><content type='html'>I went to class today...my sister n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY BELOVED BROTHER IN LAW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; send me...as usual the guards will stop me n ask me d same question again n again..I understand is their responsibilities...but somehow when u have follow all the procedures n do all the things that u have to do... they don't have to make things much more complicated...I'm so pissed-off..the same thing happen again n again..."surat mana???"....adoi..penatla everytime kne tahan macam criminal...I know they have d power..but somehow y they want to argue about all the things that are unrelevant...I'm so tired of it...Y they want to make things more difficult for other people...I just cant wait to go out from that matriculation centre...I understand they have stricken the rules..but I have go through all the people that are involved in this matter..n there should be no problems due to this matter..but still...GUARDS..I really wish I can do something with u guys..!#$%%^&amp;amp;*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109689022432649422?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109689022432649422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109689022432649422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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whut to do at home...BORED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109679827292295172?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109679827292295172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109679827292295172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109679827292295172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109679827292295172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunday.html' title='sunday....'/><author><name>tinkerbell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656934053122907429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/5929/lo8cb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455207.post-109671894863060973</id><published>2004-10-02T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:09:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a beautiful day~~~~</title><content type='html'>I met Lina today...she is so sweet...we dint really spend dat much time together...but i enjoyed every moment i spent with her...but pity her...i'm a bit blurrry...i tot of meeting her somewhere that we have set to meat...but somehow i met her on my way out from the toilet...hurm...luckily i recognise her eventhough i met her only once during one of the &lt;em&gt;#channel&lt;/em&gt; gathering last year..i dont know whut happen to all the toilet in that shopping complex...it seems that most of d toilet are renovated...n pity all the peeps they have to line up all the way n i'm one of them..huhu..going one level after another..hoho..penat naik turun...but overall...I'm SO HAPPY!!..Thanks to Lina for coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109671894863060973?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109671894863060973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455207&amp;postID=109671894863060973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455207/posts/default/109671894863060973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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routine on friday...do all the house chores n clean up here n there...hurm..but there's something missing..usually my mom will be around as well..but today..I'm all by myself :(... i miss her so much..usually i will prepare the table in the afternoon for my dad to come back from work to eat his lunch with me n mom before he go for Friday prayers..but today again..i'm all by muhself...i miss papa....i miss their voice...i miss their smile...their laugh..urm..are they thinking of me??...huhu... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455207-109662817439190216?l=tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tink3rb3ll.blogspot.com/feeds/109662817439190216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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