<?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-679381855401442907</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:39:13.360+08:00</updated><category term='4 months is all I have left *Yikes*'/><category term='I am still puzzled to why you stood there and kept quiet.'/><category term='thanks.'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='thanks for the disc'/><category term='*And many Happy Years to come*'/><category term='belated 3 months bliss :)'/><category term='four months bliss'/><category term='we played an important part.'/><category term='wasabi girl'/><category term='*Thanked God You Found Me*'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Sayang Mu'/><category term='*somebody please suck his dignity right out from him coz it has been there for too FREAKING long*'/><category term='loving it'/><category term='updating.'/><category term='Give me time alone to pursue my interests and passions in depth'/><title type='text'>A State Of Bliss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6722814108092722024</id><published>2012-01-27T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:39:13.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLE KEYBOARD</title><content type='html'>One item received, 4 more to go!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Sealed. Delivered. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not yours.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0FeSdVbFll4/Tx2GZns0mGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DrGmn7fnOcA/s640/blogger-image--1653822846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0FeSdVbFll4/Tx2GZns0mGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DrGmn7fnOcA/s640/blogger-image--1653822846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3373025950557259276?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3373025950557259276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3373025950557259276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3373025950557259276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3373025950557259276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunflower.html' title='SUNFLOWER'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0FeSdVbFll4/Tx2GZns0mGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DrGmn7fnOcA/s72-c/blogger-image--1653822846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3010847065959770297</id><published>2011-12-24T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:09:34.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKING MY ASS OFF... Literally!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm addicted to working out..probably a good thing for now. It gives me this great feeling of achievement once I completed my daily workout. I panted, cursing, swearing during the process, but once it's done, I feel lighter, stronger and healthier. I feel my body is adapting to this change quicker than before and now, due to my addiction, my thighs are killing me tonight.. think I might have over done it.. I should listen to my body, telling myself to rest too, but no, I will have this temptation to do my workouts twice a day if I'm up for it.. Having that sweat trickling down my spine area makes me happy... Especially when I have all these great workout accessories in my room.. WEIRDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this started? I was truly inspired by the Bodyrockers community which I am grateful to come across this community of net bodyrockers who really get their butts off to have better shape and sculpting their bodies. The hosts are incredible and genuinely helping people all over the world FOR FREE.. All they want is for you to get the best shape in life.. Simply grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have good habits, why not make exercising as a habit and reduce the amount of eating unhealthy food.. Exercise not because you wanna lose weight, just make it as a habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3010847065959770297?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3010847065959770297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3010847065959770297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3010847065959770297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3010847065959770297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-my-ass-off-literally.html' title='WORKING MY ASS OFF... Literally!'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2725008003364020352</id><published>2011-11-21T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:23:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY...</title><content type='html'>Every person has its own reason to smile and every person has its own reason to cry. The most hurting feeling is not crying by falling tears from your eyes but crying inside your heart. Though cant be seen, it doesn't mean it is not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2725008003364020352?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2725008003364020352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2725008003364020352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2725008003364020352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2725008003364020352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-person-has-its-own-reason-to.html' title='GOD MADE ME FEEL THIS WAY...'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6069483383036008526</id><published>2011-11-19T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:26:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN WILL IT ARRIVE?</title><content type='html'>It could be delayed, hopefully not departure for good, looking through the window glass, when will it arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shops of candies, hearing children's laughter and joy surround, the glimpse of happiness, when will it will arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When power of wealth becomes an issue for hunger of life, the desire became faded, when will it arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created us to love humankind, to understand and respect the differences for a better mind, when will it arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, on my prayer mat, praying to God, hoping for a journey that's divine, when will it arrive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6069483383036008526?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6069483383036008526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6069483383036008526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6069483383036008526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6069483383036008526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-could-be-delayed-hopefully-not.html' title='WHEN WILL IT ARRIVE?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-809282555346447100</id><published>2011-11-15T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:33:20.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS CREATIVITY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:425px" id="__ss_55929"&gt; &lt;strong style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/deg511/what-is-creativity-55929" title="What is Creativity?" target="_blank"&gt;What is Creativity?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.slideshare.net/slideshow/embed_code/55929" width="425" height="355" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 12px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt; View more &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/" target="_blank"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/deg511" target="_blank"&gt;David E. Goldberg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-809282555346447100?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/809282555346447100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=809282555346447100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/809282555346447100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/809282555346447100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-creativity.html' title='WHAT IS CREATIVITY?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6176749389187717644</id><published>2011-11-01T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:26:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.</title><content type='html'>I used to take this phrase lightly and understood it very literal. Now, I got it all wrong.&lt;div&gt;After examining deeply how great Dalai Lama and Mohandas Ghandi used their creative thinking for a better self being and better social sphere, it is no longer about breaking the rules but learning the rules so you know how to break them properly. To be able to used your domain of expertise and try to change for the better within that framework. It is a smart way of working through your ways for the greater good I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6176749389187717644?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6176749389187717644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6176749389187717644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6176749389187717644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6176749389187717644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/11/rules-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7419699754532719182</id><published>2011-09-30T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:33:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK FOR LEISURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedevelopingworld.com/images/topimg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.thedevelopingworld.com/images/topimg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A book to recommend for those who like to know the world's current situation and how to progress from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do I like this subject matter? Geography. It interests me a lot because it sparked my curiosity and every time I want to know more, I find out and when I found something relatable, I can't stop searching for more answers. The thing about this process, there wont be an answer. ah, a thrill of education! I came to a realization that no one should live ignorantly in this world. For once, I have time to read books for leisure for this semester. I'm in 3 year but yet I'm free, how amazing life can get? Have you ever encountered a feeling where you wish to escape somewhere for a moment? It's such a strange feeling that reading this book brought me more reality to my life. I feel that I want to get out there and just learn, observe and be active to what people are currently doing. I have even started to create my own projects (on top of my school projects) just to learn what I'm interested in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Science/images-3/solving-rubiks-cube.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For example, when I saw a man on the MRT, he was playing his rubik cubes. The way he played it showed me how mentally quick his mind was. I told myself I should start learning that coz I find it cool. You may say- oh I have seen this before. But have you tried solving it before? Do you know the tricks? Do you have any idea how mind boggling this game is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I'm trying to say and have been saying is, be absolutely curious about anything that struck you. Learn and master it. After all, you may never know that there may some creative ideas that may happen when you love something you like. This author enhanced my inspiration on how to be proactive in ideas, creativity and self-upgrading in order to catch up in this diverse world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7419699754532719182?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7419699754532719182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7419699754532719182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7419699754532719182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7419699754532719182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-for-leisure.html' title='BOOK FOR LEISURE'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6078866816490032445</id><published>2011-09-28T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:34:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER ASKED QUESTIONS</title><content type='html'>Way before the May wedding 2011, I attended a hen party for my girlfriend who is happily married now. We had to come out with questions for her to answer during that event. The thing about me, when this instruction was assigned to me, I didn't think about asking any juicy details. After all, it was a hen party.. But no, I came up with serious questions instead. After knowing what my other friends were asking, I looked at my questions and left it aside. On that very event, I don't remember that ridiculous, so called "fun" question I gave at all. In fact more importantly, I still want to know the answers to my questions. So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Define Preparation before answering this question: What's the most and the least preparation you may have after you step into marriage life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maintaining your weight has been one of your priorities because you have a fear of gaining weight after marriage or pregnancy. What if that fear happen because of, as what you have mentioned, your genetics. How would you strive to maintain ur body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn. The perfect adjective to describe you. Will you change? Why? By asking why, I know u will say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 'Reverse Psychology' has been your tool for your relationship. Will it still be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend of mine, I miss your company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6078866816490032445?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6078866816490032445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6078866816490032445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6078866816490032445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6078866816490032445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-asked-questions.html' title='NEVER ASKED QUESTIONS'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-4755684291157657369</id><published>2011-09-19T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T00:38:00.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E=MC square.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/einstein/images/einstein-home.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/einstein/images/einstein-home.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my time spent traveling to school to and fro can bring out the best of me. All I could do is ponder comparing  to geniuses out there who are creating, discovering and seeking new adventures. My inquisitiveness of how creative processes occurred  starts to trigger my thoughts and I kept on reflecting today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E=MC square. It is such an irony knowing that Albert Einstein discovered his equation when he saw the steamed train while I, look at MRT as a packed of sardine machine, just to travel me to school and back home. Nothing about Energy, Mass, velocity or even a speed of light. No I'm not sad. In fact I'm amazed how and why the enlightenment period, on the whole, are more creative than what is now called as digital age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, Michael Faraday, who is currently one of my top least admiration, seeked an understanding of electrical magnetism. Unbelievably, he never stops discovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pause here.. Can't you see that God's unfair? What are my ancestors doing back then? Why can't God trigger this curiosity to any Malay or orang riau or orang laut per se? Why are we named the lazy people by the eyes of white or the matter in fact other races? What have we really invented to engrave this discovery for future generations to be reflected upon? Simply the peribahasa, "kais pagi makan pagi, kais petang makan petang" doesnt do us any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do have this chineseness in me. Similar to my uncle, I'm not really fond of Malays even I am one. Why? It's through my experiences of knowing people around me. if I describe the society like species, the Malays are always compartmentalizing themselves and not able to integrate with others. Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpaused. Lesson to be learned, never stop asking questions. Of course don't asked stupid questions that you actually know and expected that answer. People do, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about life: politics, places, new good books, movies, etc.. breeze your life with a journey that enchants the wonders of the world. Imagine that the world revolves around you and you have the power to know things.. What would you do to grab that opportunity? So go and breeze your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*next station, Bedok...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-4755684291157657369?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/4755684291157657369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=4755684291157657369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4755684291157657369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4755684291157657369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/09/emc-square.html' title='E=MC square.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5792109826925398654</id><published>2011-09-18T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:22:04.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE HIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/trJeelxl4mo" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5792109826925398654?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5792109826925398654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5792109826925398654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5792109826925398654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5792109826925398654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/09/live-high.html' title='LIVE HIGH'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/trJeelxl4mo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8466894110810009988</id><published>2011-05-20T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:36:01.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOIREE [swah-rey]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGjSzoSbCPQ/ToCpPer7slI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WQaax05tBSY/s1600/IMG_1183.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGjSzoSbCPQ/ToCpPer7slI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WQaax05tBSY/s400/IMG_1183.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656707215377805906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIrAC_kej-U/ToCod0hon9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/4MeX4HDXuK8/s1600/IMG_1171.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIrAC_kej-U/ToCod0hon9I/AAAAAAAAA_U/4MeX4HDXuK8/s400/IMG_1171.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656706362246733778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9Z01TfdEVg/ToCod9WpCrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p5EyR0xoIe8/s1600/IMG_1172.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9Z01TfdEVg/ToCod9WpCrI/AAAAAAAAA_M/p5EyR0xoIe8/s400/IMG_1172.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656706364616542898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pU3gtPHYZZw/ToCodmXM7jI/AAAAAAAAA_E/sxohfV7xWgM/s1600/IMG_1173.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pU3gtPHYZZw/ToCodmXM7jI/AAAAAAAAA_E/sxohfV7xWgM/s400/IMG_1173.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656706358444879410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfOC-X5P3_Y/ToCodbqTxZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/DoWX8MtX7NY/s1600/IMG_1174.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jfOC-X5P3_Y/ToCodbqTxZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/DoWX8MtX7NY/s400/IMG_1174.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656706355572229522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-8466894110810009988?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8466894110810009988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8466894110810009988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8466894110810009988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8466894110810009988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/09/soiree-muslimah-event-belated-pictures.html' title='SOIREE [swah-rey]'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PGjSzoSbCPQ/ToCpPer7slI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WQaax05tBSY/s72-c/IMG_1183.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5333299602540263047</id><published>2011-05-11T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T22:36:51.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOIREE: MUSLIMAH EVENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEeP3Kcmg2Y/Tcqb6F9PG1I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9AAelmnanjQ/s1600/mail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEeP3Kcmg2Y/Tcqb6F9PG1I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9AAelmnanjQ/s400/mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605464108549741394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, my holidays will be planned, in God's will, it will be an eventful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, there is an exciting line-up of programmes for for NTU Muslimahs. Featuring a Gallery Walk where contemporary Muslimah issues and exemplary Muslimahs are displayed and discussed as well as a sharing session with our fellow sisters. We will be treated to a dazzling display of Muslimah apparels on the runway, live demonstration on hijab and make-up styling and Salsa Dancing! Spending on tea break patronizing it's mini-flea market and hope to win a free make-over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be fun-filled specially organized for the Muslimahs. A day full bonding session to strengthen our ukhwah, tazkirah(reflection) to cogitate about our role as an undergraduate/graduate/post-graduate/working Muslimah in the face of a changing world and environment and finally, a simply a day to enjoy and have fun with our fellow Muslim sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-By NTUMS - Soiree&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5333299602540263047?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5333299602540263047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5333299602540263047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5333299602540263047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5333299602540263047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/05/soiree-muslimah-event.html' title='SOIREE: MUSLIMAH EVENT'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEeP3Kcmg2Y/Tcqb6F9PG1I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9AAelmnanjQ/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3981158352108294162</id><published>2011-05-11T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:42:59.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTION: AFTERMATH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBseZ_EX8bE/Tcoh3pPPRFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A9qR5B7I22k/s1600/fotolia_454266_XS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBseZ_EX8bE/Tcoh3pPPRFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A9qR5B7I22k/s400/fotolia_454266_XS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605329926062294098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the election is over, all we are concerning about is our future house... And our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the type of person who vision how to live my life, with some compromise, stick to it and aim for that goal. Im not saying that that vision is perfect. It's just the average Singaporean's lifestyle that I would normally picture at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, Im facing a pre-marriage decision making. Currently, we are having many options on what is best for our future. Having him who is thinking about longterm investment, I was struck hearing to his future plans. The vision of an average Singaporean vanished in my mind. I do have to agree that his plans are smart, but I don't entirely support his idea because our lifestyles will change and I'm a slow adapter. And more importantly, that's not what I vision how our children will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, I want to picture all the possible case scenarios and solutions to agree upon his suggestions. We have till february 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: it sucks not to be in control. Even to make decision by February next year might be a little too late. I don't like to be ill prepared to anything we want in life, for me at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3981158352108294162?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3981158352108294162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3981158352108294162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3981158352108294162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3981158352108294162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/05/election-aftermath.html' title='ELECTION: AFTERMATH.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBseZ_EX8bE/Tcoh3pPPRFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A9qR5B7I22k/s72-c/fotolia_454266_XS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8693056708350278968</id><published>2011-05-05T22:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:03:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TICKING 'DONE' TO CHECKLIST</title><content type='html'>I have always, never stopped to enlarging my networking, meeting people in all different walks of life. Today, it happened. I made new friends. Friends that gave me more opportunities of purposefulness in my life. If you think that is my done-checklist, you are wrong. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to thank &lt;i&gt;Illahi&lt;/i&gt; to let me meet those friends. &lt;i&gt;Takdir&lt;/i&gt; or luck? It's up to you to decide. To me, it's &lt;i&gt;takdir&lt;/i&gt; and God's willing because without meeting them, I will not be doing one of my list-to-dos in my life. That is, to step into the Muhammadiyah Welfare Home (MWH) and conduct programs for these children. Weird as it may sound, but it's true - that is my goal! Let me rewind back to why I want to go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up in an environment of Muhammadiyans where majority of the religious schools here have been scrutinizing them for the longest time for some reasons which I am aware of*. I have been in both shoes. put that aside, regardless of how beliefs are being taught, the ultimately aim is oneself submits to God. We learned Akhlak, Fiqh etc in schools and I want to practice that through community serving. that one fine day, when I was in a cab on PIE road, I passed by a green building (MWH) which surprised me because it used to be at Mountbatten Road and now it has shifted to Bedok - closer to home. I told myself that I wanted to volunteer at MWH someday. It was just a random goal. A goal that I aimed which I thought it was impossible. But not today. It is happening. So, Alhamdullilah, with my new members (actually, I'm the new member:D), we are organizing a 3-day camp for these kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on this after 13 June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I'm comparing schools not the welfare home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-8693056708350278968?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8693056708350278968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8693056708350278968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8693056708350278968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8693056708350278968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/05/ticking-done-to-checklist.html' title='TICKING &apos;DONE&apos; TO CHECKLIST'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3180367651503149477</id><published>2011-04-28T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:47:08.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'VE BEEN BLINDED</title><content type='html'>The real war is the war which they have started on your mind. They want to captivate your mind while enslaving your body. &lt;br /&gt;Do you think they have failed? They are disarming you mentally, then disarming you physically. How? &lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself how long have you spent in school? And soon after you begin your working life, tying to find 9-5 job. Let's break 24 hours into 4 quarters. 2 quarters of your day is spent working, 1 quarter to yourself and the remaining quarter goes by as you asleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is not freedom. This is slavery. They have placed you into a system in which you are deeply consumed into a daily routine. &lt;br /&gt;Your life goes by without you seeing the truth which they have hidden. You see, your mind and body are placed in a sleep mode, a plan designed by Dajjal's army. Their biggest fear is for you to wake up. All this because they are desperate for a Messiah. &lt;br /&gt;It is undeniable that a presence will emerge. A person who is boult a believer will be deceived by Dajjal because Dajjal will perform Miracles making the person believe he has been profited in return asking for the person to become his supporter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3180367651503149477?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3180367651503149477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3180367651503149477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3180367651503149477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3180367651503149477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-been-blinded.html' title='YOU&amp;#39;VE BEEN BLINDED'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3260968232099412110</id><published>2011-04-16T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:35:26.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO YOU DEFINE A FASHIONABLE HIJAB?</title><content type='html'>I'm bothered how people, especially Muslims interpret hadiths. The fanatics and the liberals have their own interpretation of what is considered covered hijab. Ehmmm room for discussion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3260968232099412110?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3260968232099412110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3260968232099412110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3260968232099412110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3260968232099412110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-you-define-fashionable-hijab.html' title='HOW DO YOU DEFINE A FASHIONABLE HIJAB?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1288363463579732837</id><published>2011-04-08T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:26:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fe95G5OhLgk/Tcod0J7aGsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2Lf_1rincX4/s1600/UAE_Abu_dhabi_mosque3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fe95G5OhLgk/Tcod0J7aGsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2Lf_1rincX4/s400/UAE_Abu_dhabi_mosque3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605325468071500482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see myself in Sheikh Zayed mosque where the white floorings and walls are covered with gigantic colorful flowers. I will stand there reminiscing my collective years, moments when I'm still in a single-hood till what I will be in the future. I want to create a time capsule to know that I have made good choices to get to where I will be in the future. It will be a thrilling spirit of resonance that captures my heart of serenity and peacefulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wJBAWVT_h_0/Tcodz8P6MxI/AAAAAAAAA94/dxXeXRhNyyU/s400/capital_gate_rmjm140109_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see myself in a modern world where my past dashes like a speed of light. Where money matters the most in the world. it's not about being calculative, greedy or arrogant but being ahead of the rest. Being the best I can be to upgrade myself and help others in return. That I see myself in the Capital Gate where it got its inspiration from sand dunes of Arabia. Where it is dangerous but still survive. And that survival is an achievement. Achievement and success of my goal in this competing economic world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I see myself being happily alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1288363463579732837?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1288363463579732837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1288363463579732837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1288363463579732837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1288363463579732837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/04/that-particular-moment.html' title='THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fe95G5OhLgk/Tcod0J7aGsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2Lf_1rincX4/s72-c/UAE_Abu_dhabi_mosque3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6988955133242972097</id><published>2011-02-16T11:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:02:43.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAT. an unconscious act.</title><content type='html'>It was a session where my dad, Atok, my future husband and myself were discussing issues about adat Melayu dalam segi perkahwinan. what i'm about to tell u may seem not to be a problem.. maybe, possibly a problem for our generation and the next. My future husband and I have been discussing it for a long period of time. We noticed that our generation are following these traditions without even asking themselves why. The fact that they just follow is a problem because it limits their thoughts of asking why they are doing this particular way. He said that we are different from animals because we have akal. and this akal is more than using our brain. it is to question ourselves why we act certain ways. if we just follow and think it's the right way because the society does it, then we are no different to animals! The session I had with Atok was greatly in depth and I amazed how certain adat has been discarded. for example, there are 3 types of henna "ceremony" in the past. i remembered one of them was 'curi inai'. we had a crucial topic and mainly, it was about hantaran and lambang. No, it's not about the price.. it's more important why we need to show this hantaran to the society. I had a lot of views about this hantaran. and it bothers me why everytime when couple get married the society will ask them, "hantaran brape?" I even realised that last time, I was one of them. and I was bothered about my unconscious actions to the society. so my question is, what is so important about this hantaran? Atok said it's not the value of the woman nor the status. Honestly, the society perception about hantaran is that! I know some would agree with my Atok. they would say, "oh this is for the expenses of the majilis" and others would say "the hantaran is for your parents" which is right? since the hantaran is either for the majlis, for my parents or BOTH, the question is again, what's so important to let people know? why cant we give it without public knowing? Obvious answer is to comfort someone's feeling that he is capable to fork out that much.. In that sense, it is about status, right? because the society will SEE that he is SOMEONE. then the society will want to be that SOMEONE. so isn't it following without thinking? why can't we just give the hantaran without any public annoucement? definitely, they will feel insecured to what the society thinks. that's one point. point number two. people have the misconception that the market value is the value of the woman. that is not the case. it is actually about the merchandise that you will be purchasing for your wedding. the expenses that you need. and that money somehow will help the occasion. that is all. simple as that. but i still insist that it should not be made in public. My dad pointed out a good point. sekarang orang ibaratkan hantaran ini seperti RAT RACE. it is true and in fact, it is an unconscious act. you see, my point is, are we really helping the society if the hantaran kept on increasing? it will harm us because the society is "expecting" a certain digit from the groom. the groom will be struggling to fork out the money because dia ade maruah. Ia akan menjejaskan kehidupan seseorang. betol tak? and oh people, there is no such thing as exchanging rings ya.. are you one of them who just follow without using your akal? astarghfirullah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6988955133242972097?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6988955133242972097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6988955133242972097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6988955133242972097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6988955133242972097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/02/adat-unconscious-act.html' title='ADAT. an unconscious act.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8986724762021884088</id><published>2011-02-07T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:27:08.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIRAH limits the present?</title><content type='html'>I ponder not because of the past.. But continuity of the past as the present moment. I wonder why percentage of youth during Islamic night classes in mosques are too little compared to Islamic talk at DBS auditorium I went last month. My reasons would not be because the speaker did or did not engage the audience well but he couldn't unite the past and present. The speaker and the audience are as though still stuck in the past. At the DBS building, it was really intriguing and exhilarating. In the end, we see how the young learners and older learners have different perception of Islamic teachings. Their mentalities are totally different. The way they think either limits themselves or continue to ask more complex questions about Islamic teachings. What i see is, they is a social division in masjid. I see the young and the old separated clearly. Of course there is no wrong about this situation. My question is, has islamic teachings help us socially? How does Islamic education give us perception of today's world? Is the teachings of the past similar as today? If yes, i strongly demand to know why. If no, i would like to ask, what is the impact? There's a talk on 12 feb that is similar to my questions. I wish I could attend. Sadly, I will be away during the weekend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-8986724762021884088?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8986724762021884088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8986724762021884088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8986724762021884088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8986724762021884088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/02/sirah-limits-present.html' title='SIRAH limits the present?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6718279368617376829</id><published>2011-01-31T10:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:40:31.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Thinker or a Feeler?</title><content type='html'>I encountered personal scenarios of conflicts that are mainly caused by emotions rather than a good judgment of reasoning out the logic and truth. I will try my best to reflect upon these scenarios in which we tend to have this particular sickness in us, emotions. It is our ultimate ego , basically our IMAGE, that make us act upon crucial or desired moments which one may deny due to his own beliefs and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to introduce to you the key fundamental life that is, our 'Principle'. Usually, most of the time actually, when we say principle, we meant something good as a whole. Which means to say, we stand to the absolute truth in our lives without any personal gain. It could be living harmoniously, helping those who are in need etc. But, regardless of how many ways or times we think through our fundamental principles in our life, we tend to be defeated by our own emotions. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, people who have principles are Thinkers made decision on logic. They are seeking the truth and use of clear rules. If we stick with our own principles, emotions won't stand in our way because we are genuinely and we sincerely think that our principle is our ultimate truth. They may be seen as cold and heartless by Feelers. The only reason our principles 'fall' is when our emotions comes in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scenario, what if a mother who believes that treating her children fairly is her principle, to a certain degree, yes she is, but it fluctuates very often. Why? What is the root problem of it all? My personal encounters would be unequal love. There is a certain degree of feelings that one is more dominant than the other. The amount of treatment that she received maybe less than what was expected and when that expectation is at the least stage, feelings start to take place. she would ask herself the amount of treatment she received. In that sense, she does think highly of herself and the ego starts to impose her principle. She will then be treating unequally because of her emotions. and that emotion is called unequal attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another hot scenario in my life is Malay wedding. I'm just find it amazing. not because of "one time in my life", its because of how outrageously people are willing to sacrifice their fortune just for that one moment(reluctant in my typing). amazingly, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Berita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minggu&lt;/span&gt; issued this matter. I felt tickled that they are now aware of it but not doing anything about it especially the bridal companies. it is so obvious they are encouraging their clients to make the exclusive event of the year, so to speak. Seriously, they don't care because they are in business line. So i just leave this scenario with this question, who are the Thinkers and who are the Feelers? who has the principle and who has the emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whose principle is 'Logic, Reasoning and Critical Thinking'. He strongly stands with his own principle and it works for him. For instance, if we are debating about religious beliefs, we tend to be critical of other religion just to make us feel secure of our religion. but, to him, its unfair because we should also be critical to our own beliefs. Question Islam, question your own beliefs too so that we are not afraid of our own religion. Imagine living 50 years of your life, and someone tells you that your religion is not the true religion. how would you feel? I am sure you deny the fact because you are embedded with the knowledge that Islam is a true religion. Then what if I say to a Muslim, ''Imagine you are other religion, do you think Islam is the true religion?'' what I'm trying to say is, if you stick on to your belief without seeking out the truth, you will never see the truth. You know that it is the Truth because someone said so. You never seek out or challenge your own mind to rediscover what you have been taught. you have to liberate your mind, your thinking, to keep your faith stronger. Listening to others is just the primary stage, you should really investigate. How? through his principles of critical thinking. If you think logic in your faith, reason it out and then do critical thinking about your own religion, you are being fair for other religions. don't rupture your own feelings and just say to others that their religion is not true because you were told so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his principle applies to every aspects and context in this current world. Be it the art world which i have to agree with him that having assumption theories do not promote the truth. its human sickness to let them feel whatever they are feeling without knowing the truth. I myself must admit that I tend to be Feelers too but it is never too late to be Thinkers.&lt;br /&gt;this is all i would like to share with you. May your rainy days be less lazy than usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6718279368617376829?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6718279368617376829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6718279368617376829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6718279368617376829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6718279368617376829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/01/are-thinker-or-feeler.html' title='Are You a Thinker or a Feeler?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7286695476935089438</id><published>2011-01-05T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:02:35.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's okay, I give myself permission to feel, to cry, to hate, to want more than I should, to be angry, to be confused, to need alot. I give myself permission to grow, to have faith. I can laugh at myself, I can be proud of myself. I give myself permission to be lazy, to be gross, to need a lot. I have permission to ignore, to create. I have permission to scream and yell. I give myself permission to not be perfect, to make lots of mistakes, to need a lot. I am allowed to have a temper, to want to be alone, to care what others think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7286695476935089438?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7286695476935089438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7286695476935089438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7286695476935089438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7286695476935089438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2011/01/untitled.html' title='UNTITLED'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6402250493771597519</id><published>2010-11-28T19:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:19:36.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MS ART &amp; MR SCIENCE</title><content type='html'>I put this on draft because I did not have the perfect picture to portray my thoughts, but now I do and it's available for posting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before switching to my mundane 2k words essay assignment, I want to post this just to remember the moment of such greatness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Art has two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;. One is based on the super impulse behavior, feelings, and the other, with the common sense which is the logic. Seldom, they may collide with one another but when they complement each other, it will be purely great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TPylDZuKXcI/AAAAAAAAA9o/q_4epaoI0Xg/s1600/l_ca3b2d3503f7a98228a234bdad3fa30e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TPylDZuKXcI/AAAAAAAAA9o/q_4epaoI0Xg/s400/l_ca3b2d3503f7a98228a234bdad3fa30e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547490318876302786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this picture, it looks like it's full of anger. at the same time, it gives you that sublimity that made you stop and grasp the sensational feeling. The feeling of power that you can't control that phenomena. then, you overcome that feeling by thinking why it happened and how it happened. The volcanic eruptions leads to the multiplies of electronic bolts. Why? you wonder. its no longer about feelings anymore. You start to think logically and find out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Art has two different lives that create the whole uniqueness of her relationship. One with feelings and one with logic. Everything that she did was because of her super impulse behavior.  But the person who spoke the logic truth to all her rantings was her Mr. Science. and that's why she loves her relationship very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to describe your relationship with your chosen one. How do you portray it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6402250493771597519?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6402250493771597519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6402250493771597519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6402250493771597519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6402250493771597519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/miss-art-mr-science.html' title='MS ART &amp; MR SCIENCE'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TPylDZuKXcI/AAAAAAAAA9o/q_4epaoI0Xg/s72-c/l_ca3b2d3503f7a98228a234bdad3fa30e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-583692772675302237</id><published>2010-11-27T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:51:24.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEEK</title><content type='html'>All my prayers goes to those who wish to live purposefully and have a meaningful journey in their life. My prayers are meant to those who are moulding themselves to pursue as part a legacy because they have good intentions to the society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wishes help but are taking for granted and not work for it, they should be put aside compared to those who wishes to progress but can't afford to. I shall try to post creatively this time round coz my thoughts are getting too serious. Let me try to convey my thoughts in a different manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pests multiple on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Horrified at how they breed.&lt;br /&gt;Such barbarian acts.&lt;br /&gt;It is an awful fact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we classify them?&lt;br /&gt;When we're part of this shame.&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever deny,&lt;br /&gt;Even though we've tried to imply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to seek and ask,&lt;br /&gt;It is a try that we must.&lt;br /&gt;To level ourselves with others, &lt;br /&gt;To go beyond and make wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough call,&lt;br /&gt;To one and all.&lt;br /&gt;But we have to progress,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be part of the best!!&lt;br /&gt;(and not these pests)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know, a failed poem! But I had fun:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-583692772675302237?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/583692772675302237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=583692772675302237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/583692772675302237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/583692772675302237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/seek.html' title='SEEK'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7801494267314686031</id><published>2010-11-25T13:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:04:31.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR SHOW</title><content type='html'>I appreciate this artist's visual thoughts. This artwork has answered my question all these years. 'What is art?' - An art is about a lie telling the truth.. and to me, this is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I leave this for you to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TO35MhBUn_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kQraG25PIYY/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TO35MhBUn_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kQraG25PIYY/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360709780611058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TO35NFNk4sI/AAAAAAAAA9g/oAZ4BU7Kv4Q/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TO35NFNk4sI/AAAAAAAAA9g/oAZ4BU7Kv4Q/s400/photo%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360719495684802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7801494267314686031?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7801494267314686031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7801494267314686031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7801494267314686031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7801494267314686031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-show.html' title='FOR SHOW'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TO35MhBUn_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/kQraG25PIYY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6645522276830543329</id><published>2010-11-22T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:56:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRADITIONS</title><content type='html'>Convincing to change people's mindset of traditions takes a lot of patience. They will surely give you black faces for those who do not wish to understand the situation. Our society has evolved and will evolve constantly. It's a matter of time when people are still blindly following the traditions without questioning or people who are able to think and find out the best decisions about their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, you are the one who have to decide with the choices that you want. But at the same time, able to negotiate might be the best solutions too, that is, with both parties. It is sad to say that we are not able think twice ahead because of these traditions. It seems that they would think of the short moment of happiness that will overcome the regrets of seeking and struggling what they desire more. A person who thinks twice ahead would not think that way, they would think of the worries they would want to provide for their future family. Basically the decisions of MORE IMPORTANT issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say that if you are not following your traditions meaning, you are not holding on to your heritage. Seriously, nobody in this world has the right to say that..and that statement does not even hold any truth. Just think about it... I would seriously think holding on to your religion is more important than traditions.. I'm speaking generally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave this entry for you to ponder not on the best decisions you have made but, the best decisions you think you will make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reflection of my life has made me critic about my own society. How sad it is to say such words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6645522276830543329?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6645522276830543329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6645522276830543329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6645522276830543329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6645522276830543329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/traditions.html' title='TRADITIONS'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6473239845349185724</id><published>2010-11-18T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:57:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>Alhamdullilah, this year's Hari Raya Haji was received with great news. There will be important dates coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Nov 10&lt;br /&gt;28 Nov 10&lt;br /&gt;1 Jan 11&lt;br /&gt;11 Nov 11&lt;br /&gt;11 Dec 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the highlights of people's life that I can be involved in. God is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6473239845349185724?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6473239845349185724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6473239845349185724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6473239845349185724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6473239845349185724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-4042566044080646410</id><published>2010-11-13T00:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:04:44.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LANGUAGE leads to confusion...</title><content type='html'>Language is a very sophisticated thing. It is through language that can distort the original source. It will only confuse us like how I am confused with the choice of words human try to translate the original meaning. I am particularly emphasising on the holy books. I am seriously depriving on the content of the original source. The true beauty of the meaning. The works of human who trys to be clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God made us have different languages? isn't it difficult for us to understand others? When we read the Quran, we difinitely need translation unless you know Arab. So, why did other launguages form? Why humans want to act so clever on the ideas of forming new languages when the most important thing to understand the holy books - be it the Gospel or the Qur'an? The fact that knowing Injil is one of the Holy books and suddenly I realised that the Gospel is the same thing, made me too sublime to contain. Why humans need these changes? and which is the origin? Then, I wondered will there ever be a change in the name Qur'an? I know there is different spelling like Koran. If yes, how,when and why? If no why? because people do change the names of the 3 other Holy books. Is this because to suit peoples needs due to different languages? Then it brings back to my question, why God made us have different languages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the different names of our prophets questions me. Which is their real name. I found an article (not sure if it is a valid resource but I found it interested), &lt;a href="http://www.answering-islam.org/Responses/Abualrub/true-name-isa.htm"&gt;http://www.answering-islam.org/Responses/Abualrub/true-name-isa.htm&lt;/a&gt;, that tells more about the one that I asked to my Christian friends - Why is Jesus name Jesus when the origin is not? and they answered me quickly that(I'm not being intolerable) "oh, its from Hebrew is called Iesus and translated in English as Jesus" From the website given, I know that their facts is inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeshua' (Hebrew) —&gt; Ιησους (Greek) —&gt; Iesus (Latin) —&gt; Jesus (English)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His original (i.e. true) name is neither European nor Arabic, so it was neither Jesus nor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yasu&lt;/span&gt;' nor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esa&lt;/span&gt;. A &lt;strong&gt;close&lt;/strong&gt; phonetic transliteration of Jesus' Hebrew name into modern English would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yeshua&lt;/span&gt;'. Even the word close in Hebrew is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accurate&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to have a critical conversation with my Christian friends by asking my next sentence "Its amazing that Muslims call him as Isa and Christians call him as Jesus". One of their responses made me shut the conversation totally "Maybe your God wants to confuse you." I stopped and ponder... okay this is from their point of view.. what about a Muslim's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I decided to ask my brother about this and wanted to know what he thought. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; helpful at all too.. Yes, he did show me some wiki that its all the same person just with different names that I already know. then I added by saying what my Christians friends told me that God is confusing us. And of course, as a Muslims point of view, anyone would have mostly said, they are the one who is confused because they do not know that it's the same person. Yes, that I know too.. but my main question is why is there a difference? So he said, "its just the way it is." I argued to him back. "Seriously, why would anyone change &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; name? for instance your name, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hadi&lt;/span&gt;, people changed it and described u &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadi&lt;/span&gt; or whatever they like without knowing the actual name." why would anyone do that? This is not a matter of feelings whether you like people to change your name. But it is matter why people change your original name. I know in the current context people happily change their names due to the character of a person. But I think it is not wise to change our prophet's names. Am I right? Ya Allah, I feel so bothered about this because I want to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my Saturday was tiring. A picture of what I had to do. It's part of the process of becoming a Geo T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538721537102554226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TN195IDNpHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dyK1kOV0r6Q/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I climbed an Igneous ROCK today! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-4042566044080646410?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/4042566044080646410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=4042566044080646410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4042566044080646410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4042566044080646410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/language-leads-confusion.html' title='LANGUAGE leads to confusion...'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TN195IDNpHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dyK1kOV0r6Q/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7618163505556311986</id><published>2010-11-09T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:35:24.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppressed.</title><content type='html'>After 5 years graduated from art o level, I am here again as part of it. Seriously, nothing has changed in the syllabus. So much of wanting to collaborate multi disciplinary into practice.. But what has happened? no minor changes have been made. I am still here helping out, doing the same process like what I did 5 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students will miss out the greatness of this subject.. Yes, there are many variety of topics to choose from, but so what if students are producing the same outcome? Its not like maths or science whereby there is one and only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of art is greater than we expected. Seriously, who are suppressing these minds that may have the fullest potential?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told a story how this particular dad grew up doing maths all his life. One day, he stood outside an art studio, thinking how he would do art. He wasn't allowed because his parents said he has to do maths. So being a father, he wishes his children to have an experience that he missed out. His children love maths and yes, his children love art too and had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, his wife stopped them from going to art classes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't want them to do art because when they have too much fun, they won't focused on their maths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal for our society to be this way. "This way" will be such a hardship for most art educators. My question is, who is suppressing them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7618163505556311986?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7618163505556311986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7618163505556311986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7618163505556311986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7618163505556311986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/after-5-years-graduated-from-art-o.html' title='Suppressed.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1498045750345394011</id><published>2010-11-05T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:49:41.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Feel/Think Doesn't Matter</title><content type='html'>I feel tired  traveling to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that none of my helper's list wants to help me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless to continue my journey.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world can heal faster.&lt;br /&gt;I think we should slow down time.&lt;br /&gt;I am weak.&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/679381855401442907-1498045750345394011?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1498045750345394011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1498045750345394011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1498045750345394011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1498045750345394011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-i-feelthink-doesn-matter.html' title='What I Feel/Think Doesn&amp;#39;t Matter'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8524767165310730912</id><published>2010-10-31T13:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:45:30.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maher Zain: Open Up Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Look around yourselves&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this wonder&lt;br /&gt;Spread in front of you&lt;br /&gt;The clouds floating by&lt;br /&gt;The skies are clear and blue&lt;br /&gt;Planets in the orbits&lt;br /&gt;The moon and the sun&lt;br /&gt;Such perfect harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start question in ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this proof enough for us&lt;br /&gt;Or are we so blind&lt;br /&gt;To push it all aside..&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside yourselves&lt;br /&gt;Such a perfect order&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in yourselves&lt;br /&gt;Running in your veins&lt;br /&gt;What about anger love and pain&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch them with your hand?&lt;br /&gt;So are they really there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start question in ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this proof enough for us?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we so blind&lt;br /&gt;To push it all aside?&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to&lt;br /&gt;Open our eyes, our hearts, and minds&lt;br /&gt;If we just look bright to see the signs&lt;br /&gt;We can't keep hiding from the truth&lt;br /&gt;Let it take us by surprise&lt;br /&gt;Take us in the best way&lt;br /&gt;(Allah..)&lt;br /&gt;Keep us close to You&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a baby's born&lt;br /&gt;So helpless and weak&lt;br /&gt;And you're watching him growing..&lt;br /&gt;So why deny&lt;br /&gt;What's in front of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The biggest miracle of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written in such a perfect piece. It gives me a sense of obscurity that shows how we have such little knowledge to understand the creation of the Creator. The perfect harmony of the world is so complicated that even Geographers only can learn it on the surface of such harmony. It is through the understanding of the system that gives us to obscure even more because we are really clueless about the depth of it all. But, we shan't never give up questioning because God allows us to. The more we try to comprehend, the more observant we are to realise the biggest miracles of life. Serenity is not just entering the structure of the architecture of infinity and eternity. Serenity is beyond that. Its what blinded us to see the truth. Its greater than oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-8524767165310730912?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8524767165310730912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8524767165310730912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8524767165310730912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8524767165310730912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/maher-zain-open-up-your-eyes.html' title='Maher Zain: Open Up Your Eyes'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2667518890211364606</id><published>2010-10-30T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:47:24.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang Workout.</title><content type='html'>6 Exercises today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) High knees: 8 rounds. two intervals 20 seconds with 10 seconds rest.&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: 60 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: 56 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: 51 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 4: 45 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 5: 45 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 6: 51 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 7: 47 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 8: 51 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Leg Lift, Star Crunch and Butt Lift: 30 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Low Jack: 8 rounds, two intervals 20 seconds with 10 seconds rest.&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: 15 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: 13 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: 13 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 4: 17 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 5: 18 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 6: 18 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 7: 18 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 8: 18 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Side plank lift: 25 reps on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Scissors: 8 rounds, two intervals 20 seconds with 10 seconds rest.&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: 42 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: 40 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: 43 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 4: 20 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 5: 26 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 6: 50 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 7: 41 reps&lt;br /&gt;Round 8: 42 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) One leg bridge, leg lift and toe touch: 10 reps on each side but&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2667518890211364606?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2667518890211364606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2667518890211364606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2667518890211364606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2667518890211364606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-workout.html' title='Bang Bang Workout.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6851802489155916619</id><published>2010-10-28T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:11:24.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Viral Sweat Workout.</title><content type='html'>4 bodyweight exercises. I went through 3 out of 6 times only. Nevertheless, I had was an awesome feeling. 50 seconds with 10 seconds rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Legs elevated Sumo Push up (without my legs elavated after the first round):&lt;br /&gt;10 reps, 11 reps, 11 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ninja Jump Tuck:&lt;br /&gt;10 reps, 9 reps, 9 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Prisoner Get Up:&lt;br /&gt;8 reps, 5 reps, 6 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pike Side Jump:&lt;br /&gt;32 reps, 30 reps, 20 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have my breakfast now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6851802489155916619?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6851802489155916619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6851802489155916619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6851802489155916619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6851802489155916619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-viral-sweat-workout.html' title='Hot Viral Sweat Workout.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7322819910357289854</id><published>2010-10-26T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:22:35.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Out with iPhone4</title><content type='html'>50 seconds with 10 seconds rest for 3 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Santana Push up (right side) - 10 reps, 8 reps, 7 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Half Burpee - 13 reps, 10 reps , 10 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Santana Push up (left side) - 7 reps, 6 reps, 7 reps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jump lunge - 30 reps, 21 reps, 26 reps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7322819910357289854?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7322819910357289854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7322819910357289854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7322819910357289854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7322819910357289854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-out-with-iphone4.html' title='Work Out with iPhone4'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2419929762914059673</id><published>2010-10-23T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:54:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 minutes of High Knees &amp; Mountain Climb.</title><content type='html'>15 seconds with 5 seconds rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Knees: 39 reps, 38 reps, 38 reps, 34 reps, 48 reps, 41 reps&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Climb: 24 reps, 17 reps 15 reps, 12 reps, 24 reps, 19 reps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2419929762914059673?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2419929762914059673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2419929762914059673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2419929762914059673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2419929762914059673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-minutes-of-high-knees-mountain-climb.html' title='4 minutes of High Knees &amp; Mountain Climb.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6452870095973825537</id><published>2010-10-18T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:53:23.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Entry.</title><content type='html'>I wish I have more time to pen down and reflect on the things that had happened earlier on. In short, I was puzzled to why society hates to be criticized but they themselves would criticized others. Isn't it like slapping your own face? anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call at night while I was at my cousin's house. she asked me why I have been doing my assignments at other places rather than at home. If she is able to understand and think, she would know why. But honestly, little things like this made me feel that I'm disrespecting her because I feel that she wants to know why but I'm not allowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I'm the worst daughter she ever had?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wish to repel from my hometown?&lt;br /&gt;What made me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;What have I been seeing?&lt;br /&gt;What have I been understanding?&lt;br /&gt;Who are the people that have been influencing me?&lt;br /&gt;How can I reconcile this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burpees:&lt;br /&gt;Disappoint with myself. I did only 10 burpees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit ups (normal): 3o&lt;br /&gt;Sit ups (side): 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to mugging mode..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6452870095973825537?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6452870095973825537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6452870095973825537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6452870095973825537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6452870095973825537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/late-night-entry.html' title='Late Night Entry.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8554514558617527607</id><published>2010-10-17T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T00:26:16.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Ups with Help.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to My Helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st round - 3 Pull ups&lt;br /&gt;2nd round -4 Pull ups (the last one was quite brutal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting serious in every aspects of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-8554514558617527607?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8554514558617527607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8554514558617527607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8554514558617527607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8554514558617527607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/pull-ups-with-help.html' title='Pull Ups with Help.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5210325598657886584</id><published>2010-10-15T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:43:19.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Sarang Hae</title><content type='html'>30 sec/10 sec rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic exercise:&lt;br /&gt;1st round -&lt;br /&gt;15 push ups&lt;br /&gt;6 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd round -&lt;br /&gt;10 push ups&lt;br /&gt;6 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd round -&lt;br /&gt;11 push ups&lt;br /&gt;8 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;Duration:4.5 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obliques &amp;amp; Scissors:&lt;br /&gt;14 obliques&lt;br /&gt;12 scissors&lt;br /&gt;12 obliques&lt;br /&gt;10 scissors&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 2.5 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5210325598657886584?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5210325598657886584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5210325598657886584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5210325598657886584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5210325598657886584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/every-day-sarang-hae.html' title='Every Day Sarang Hae'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2289953902780807930</id><published>2010-10-15T18:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:18:04.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TLhikV5jMrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/LRfeXU_5cFg/s1600/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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(mix of advanced and intermediate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really salute my bodyrocker. she is my idol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2289953902780807930?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2289953902780807930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2289953902780807930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2289953902780807930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2289953902780807930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting Fresh.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TLhikV5jMrI/AAAAAAAAA9A/LRfeXU_5cFg/s72-c/Picture4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2201496685969833201</id><published>2010-10-14T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:00:28.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-energised.</title><content type='html'>10 reps of push ups x 4.&lt;br /&gt;             10 reps of sit ups x 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to do my daily short and intense workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2201496685969833201?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2201496685969833201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2201496685969833201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2201496685969833201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2201496685969833201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/re-energised.html' title='Re-energised.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2640798502861203890</id><published>2010-10-12T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:41:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Steps Higher.</title><content type='html'>They will never know what's the best for them. But they will try to by viewing at endless possibilities to fit best for them. He is mentally prepared. And she, wanting for endless adventure. That's how Sagittarius and Pisces work. Through their interest and motivation, they can work out to suit their lifestyle. Their dream lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, they will have to go through one step lower first :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2640798502861203890?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2640798502861203890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2640798502861203890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2640798502861203890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2640798502861203890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-steps-higher.html' title='Two Steps Higher.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7009874897314106247</id><published>2010-10-12T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:11:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Currently, I'm back to student teacher life to pursue my BA. I learned and discovered so much through my 10 weeks of my teaching career. I don't love it and I don't hate it. It gave me an eye opener to how certain society differ from others.. And I must say, it was really a major great difference. I have to salute their spirit of learning. My take away from this short journey was not to compare other normal schools to this elite school. Mine would be to establish the basic foundation of learning which Dear has always been emphasizing: Be curious. I think, if we live curiously, there is no need to have a formal education. And with that, I think, the role of a teacher is just to guide them. That should be the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a good quote, good enough to make me rewind the advertisement over and over again just to capture the essence of the meaning. Take some time to read and think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From National Geographic advertisement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you are, you breathe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you breathe, you talk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you talk, you ask.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you ask, you think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you think, you search.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you search, you experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you experience, you learn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you learn, you grow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you grow, you wish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you wish, you find.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you find, you doubt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you doubt, you question.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you question, you understand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you understand, you know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you know, you want to know more...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you want to know more, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more poetic watching it.&lt;br /&gt;It made me really hunger for knowledge my interest about the world. Seriously, Geography has really made me fascinated about the world. I begin to see things differently. I become more sensitive than I usually have. It’s amazing to combine artistic observations with the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7009874897314106247?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7009874897314106247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7009874897314106247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7009874897314106247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7009874897314106247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/10/reviving.html' title='REVIVING'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-4629162397530814259</id><published>2010-08-10T18:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:18:01.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 45th NATIONAL DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGEm85f8QPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qsS-TrMcqVM/s1600/DSC07562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503723047292256498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGEm85f8QPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qsS-TrMcqVM/s400/DSC07562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGEmMQ3R89I/AAAAAAAAA8o/NKpAu-CsiIU/s1600/DSC07563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503722211750573010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGEmMQ3R89I/AAAAAAAAA8o/NKpAu-CsiIU/s400/DSC07563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ achieving my dream ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-4629162397530814259?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/4629162397530814259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=4629162397530814259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4629162397530814259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4629162397530814259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-45th-national-day.html' title='HAPPY 45th NATIONAL DAY.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGEm85f8QPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/qsS-TrMcqVM/s72-c/DSC07562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-809897890796364057</id><published>2010-08-08T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:10:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPICTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGElk_iUIKI/AAAAAAAAA8g/kCRb3m5X4zo/s1600/nenek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503721537084334242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGElk_iUIKI/AAAAAAAAA8g/kCRb3m5X4zo/s400/nenek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGElU6-NyVI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1YqrjMVaOPo/s1600/nenek.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGEgJvQ-3yI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jPW5WRTscwc/s1600/nenek_rakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-809897890796364057?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/809897890796364057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=809897890796364057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/809897890796364057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/809897890796364057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/08/depiction-of-her.html' title='DEPICTION.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/TGElk_iUIKI/AAAAAAAAA8g/kCRb3m5X4zo/s72-c/nenek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5734890098338609394</id><published>2010-07-10T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:05:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strengthening One's Weakness.</title><content type='html'>I cried too much tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage to speak up beyond my own means has been excruciating. Never would I imagine to be incapable of such duties. These past few days all I really need is from You to give me strength despite the odds that had happened. How true it is that a person would made it, despite all his struggles? I wish I could see myself there, at the finishing line. I do see that finishing line. But how would I see myself there? Someone who proudly finishes all her hurdles? or someone who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panting&lt;/span&gt; from fatigue? But I know, I am not a failure. Never a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried too much tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is seeing her lying on the bed and wishing to tell her how much my childhood still glows because of her. I wish I have the courage to speak up, telling her stories of how a wonderful grandma she is. She never fails to make everyone laugh, annoying at times, but funny. Even so, as a grand child, I feel hopeless. All I did was sitting at the corner of the room, watching her and think how much she is suffering. It made me realise that 'Time' is the most precious thing to anyone, and, everyone. How would you feel if everyone you love knows that your 'Time' is up except you? She seems strong but only God knows she isn't. It's almost 2 months now. I hope that she would still be there for me to give a kiss on her hands whenever I visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cried too much tonight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5734890098338609394?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5734890098338609394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5734890098338609394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5734890098338609394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5734890098338609394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/07/strengthening-ones-weakness.html' title='Strengthening One&apos;s Weakness.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3684086156405921621</id><published>2010-05-02T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:28:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'VE GOT A WAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVKWzLwo6lA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVKWzLwo6lA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a way with me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you got me to believe&lt;br /&gt;In everything that I could be&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say-you really got a way&lt;br /&gt;You've got a way it seems&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith to find my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know just what that means&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see... you got a way with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you hold me&lt;br /&gt;The way you show me just what love's made of&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you show your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a way with words&lt;br /&gt;You get me smiling even when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to measure what your love is worth&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the way you get through to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you hold me&lt;br /&gt;The way you show me just what love's made of&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you show your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I adore you&lt;br /&gt;Like no one before you&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you hold me&lt;br /&gt;The way you show me just what love's made of&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way you show your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3684086156405921621?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3684086156405921621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3684086156405921621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3684086156405921621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3684086156405921621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/05/youve-got-way.html' title='YOU&apos;VE GOT A WAY'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7872948107185315123</id><published>2010-04-26T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:06:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkat Maulid.</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, my practicum has been good to me so far..&lt;br /&gt;I think it is safe for me to say that it has been a blissful journey despite the downs I had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing that had happened was the unexpected opportunity.. of course I was nervous.. and I felt that I don't deserve the opportunity.. but everyone has been kind to me.. too kind.. even though there were few bumps here and there during the 11th observations.. I take every criticism seriously.. and tried to find ways to improve during the lesson.. even after all the observations were done.. and it got better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just luck.. I got the lucky charm.. but I personally felt that the charm came from the Maulid my family had organized during my 21st birthday.. just two days before practicum.. and I remembered that my niat was to get through the practicum well.. alhamdulillah, it went well with flying colours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great achievement during this practicum is balancing my personal life and work.. I remembered during my Social Context course, Dr Vincente asked every single of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your greatest fear when you start teaching?"&lt;br /&gt;My answer was "maybe, for now, not able to balance my personal life and work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question has guided me a lot through the practicum.. It has made me do work consistently so that there will be time for my personal life. and Im glad that I was able to do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, my next answer will be handling 2 out of 4 stakeholders. will not tell you who :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7872948107185315123?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7872948107185315123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7872948107185315123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7872948107185315123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7872948107185315123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/04/berkat-maulid.html' title='Berkat Maulid.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-497765134374835599</id><published>2010-03-19T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:20:18.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEBRUARY WISH: BUTTON.. meow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSyEdMzI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sd_ynt8by9Q/s1600-h/24258_402142319993_733654993_4965099_3596307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450316844959085362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSyEdMzI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sd_ynt8by9Q/s400/24258_402142319993_733654993_4965099_3596307_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSZIITHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VUgGNCWwyLk/s1600-h/24258_402143694993_733654993_4965100_2472838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450316838263606386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSZIITHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VUgGNCWwyLk/s400/24258_402143694993_733654993_4965100_2472838_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSOQgehI/AAAAAAAAA74/D63J_d-dl4U/s1600-h/Scrapbook_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450316835345955346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSOQgehI/AAAAAAAAA74/D63J_d-dl4U/s400/Scrapbook_button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The precious things in life, to me, are the sweet &amp;amp; bitter moments that hits me when I'm happy, sad, angry etc. The existance of Button in the family has made my life that way..&lt;br /&gt;This is truly my February wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-497765134374835599?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/497765134374835599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=497765134374835599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/497765134374835599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/497765134374835599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/03/february-wish-button-meow.html' title='FEBRUARY WISH: BUTTON.. meow..'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S6NqSyEdMzI/AAAAAAAAA8I/sd_ynt8by9Q/s72-c/24258_402142319993_733654993_4965099_3596307_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1494612569904465750</id><published>2010-01-27T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:25:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JANUARY WISH(ES) &amp; DREAM(S)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S1kJZ-0Y24I/AAAAAAAAA7w/_6bKIzN2Z0I/s1600-h/2744622579_7f84ec79ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429381167735954306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S1kJZ-0Y24I/AAAAAAAAA7w/_6bKIzN2Z0I/s400/2744622579_7f84ec79ec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nearly the end of January and I hadn't listed down my January wishes yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of my wishes came true this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(INTERESTs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1_ Started my collection of Scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;(new website will be posted soon once my portfolio has a concrete showcase)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2_ Widen my networking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3_ Kite flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ASSETs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3_ Bought my favourite Idol's, Kris Allen, single album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4_ Flat screen TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I have a blessed soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: Lily awaits her new home.. soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take one step at a time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1494612569904465750?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1494612569904465750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1494612569904465750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1494612569904465750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1494612569904465750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-wishes-dreams.html' title='JANUARY WISH(ES) &amp; DREAM(S)'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/S1kJZ-0Y24I/AAAAAAAAA7w/_6bKIzN2Z0I/s72-c/2744622579_7f84ec79ec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1788585308446243630</id><published>2010-01-24T21:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:55:18.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S LEAVING ON A JET PLANE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Wyd85fcgu4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Wyd85fcgu4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This song is dedicated to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hidir&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday afternoon and he's on his way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krabi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I want to share with him to today.&lt;br /&gt;Especially TODAY..but sadly, he's out of town. on a happier note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad yesterday's time together was spent with much happiness, as always :)&lt;br /&gt;We have never fail to do things that we love.. It's just a matter of time. And you'd always say that we have to be patient to do something that we love.&lt;br /&gt;And God has given that to us yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Kite flying.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were good memory photos of us to reminiscence the moment.&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry, we will play kite flying somewhere else where there are no pointed plants or flying ants on your back of your shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;And I promise it be much fun the next time we play.&lt;br /&gt;With new LED lights, we are ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Our activity list will get longer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On a different note, I'll be updating my entries based on my monthly wishlists.. its just to get me preoccupied with the things I wanna get or do OR just general wishes.. sooo peace. and wassalam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love Dya &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1788585308446243630?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1788585308446243630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1788585308446243630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1788585308446243630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1788585308446243630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='HE&apos;S LEAVING ON A JET PLANE.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1163471874202563905</id><published>2010-01-08T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:50:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love MARLEY.</title><content type='html'>You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB MARLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1163471874202563905?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1163471874202563905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1163471874202563905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1163471874202563905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1163471874202563905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-marley.html' title='Love MARLEY.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6612643946249966059</id><published>2009-12-23T15:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:43:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SzHB6QrLi1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/7NL9In183o4/s1600-h/DSC09084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418325033356069714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SzHB6QrLi1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/7NL9In183o4/s400/DSC09084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The word 'Special' will always be part of my Memory Lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember one of my days when I stayed at CCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was when I wanted to go to Mcdonalds at Limbang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My aunt asked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Nadiah sorang je?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Tak, Nadiah ngan kawan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Kawan Special?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Ah ah. Special order takde SAYUR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:) Special indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6612643946249966059?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6612643946249966059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6612643946249966059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6612643946249966059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6612643946249966059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/12/special.html' title='SPECIAL &lt;3'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SzHB6QrLi1I/AAAAAAAAA7o/7NL9In183o4/s72-c/DSC09084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-4947563439604607740</id><published>2009-12-02T23:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:59:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Terima Kasih Kekasih'</title><content type='html'>Sebuah hadiah yang diberi oleh ibu bapa ku dengan seikhlas hati. It was my 18th birthday gift from my parents. It's not just any book that my parents had chosen from the shelf. I remembered vividly that it's for me to take it as a reflection; as a &lt;em&gt;penawar hati,&lt;/em&gt; I assume. It's a story about life, love, to be precised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini penuh dugaan, sesekali jatuh dan sesekali tersungkur. Namun dugaan itu yang mematangkan dirinya. Walau sakit kerana dikhianati.... itulah takdir yang harus diterima dengan hati yang terbuka....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-4947563439604607740?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/4947563439604607740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=4947563439604607740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4947563439604607740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4947563439604607740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/12/terima-kasih-kekasih.html' title='&apos;Terima Kasih Kekasih&apos;'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5808888359123630755</id><published>2009-08-28T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:35:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection - Part I</title><content type='html'>This reflection is based on a video I have seen a few minutes ago. It's a pity if I don't reflect upon the class conducted by this particular teacher. Based on the first part of the video, I think I would just say that his objective is to create an ordinary object to extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I like how he planned his lesson. Other than using the words "all right" oftenly, he was well organized and gave clear reasons behind his objectives. His teachings are quite similar to my style where he did step by step demonstrations/explanations to reach his objectives. I think the reason behind it was to guide the students to understand thoroughly and make decision in the process of their art making. I believe that the theme for his particular lesson was "From ordinary to extraordinary". In his art lesson, it meant that changing an everyday object interestingly so that it gave a character to it. In his case, he used pegs as his every day object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he explained further, the first activity was started. Students drew very interesting characters that made out of pegs. You would see things like hands and eyes on the pegs. Interestingly enough, there were some angry looking pegs too. The purpose of having an object in front of them is to let them practice their hand-brain coordination. Student are able to draw confidently(hand) and imagine(brain) how the character of a peg would look like. Using senses and imagination are vital approaches in art making. I think the first exercise encourages the students to make their own interpretation. On top of that, I noticed that the students used pens and markers instead or pencils. It reminded me during my School Experience as I did not encouraged my secondary ones to use pencils either. My reason was to allow them to make mistakes in their drawing. Unlike pencils, if you make a mistake, you'll tend to use erasers more often than your pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second activity links closely to the first one. Before I elaborate on it, I noticed that his presentation was very mind powered. He showed an artist, Rene Magritte, that was similar to his objectives. For some who do not know Rene Magritte, he is a Belgian surrealist that makes artworks of an ordinary objects to something that is "humorous". It is good to introduce artists in our lesson as students will be more exposed to the art world. The second lesson was more interesting because it was time for a group project. They were given the same number of pegs and were asked to create a creature out of those pegs. Overall, despite the same number of pegs, the students created different outcomes which was amazingly creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this video, I begin to ponder the purpose of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;It benefited the students as it made them think the possible ways of art making. The lesson did not allow them to be restricted for what is right and wrong. It allows the students to share other opinions during the group discussion. Eventhough their drawings weren't as skillful, the process was far more important thant the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As art educators, we should always think of the possibilities of our students creativity. We may be surprised by our student's capabilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5808888359123630755?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5808888359123630755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5808888359123630755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5808888359123630755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5808888359123630755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/08/reflection-part-i.html' title='Reflection - Part I'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1592646095856899094</id><published>2009-08-27T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:01:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Now and Then.</title><content type='html'>It's not to time to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young, that's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I have to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my time, think a lot&lt;br /&gt;Think of everything I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&lt;br /&gt;But it's harder to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;If they were right, I'd agree&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1592646095856899094?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1592646095856899094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1592646095856899094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1592646095856899094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1592646095856899094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/08/difference-between-now-and-then.html' title='The Difference Between Now and Then.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2126920567352949706</id><published>2009-08-11T23:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:29:16.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER TONIGHT, IT HAS REACHED THAT LEVEL.</title><content type='html'>What will happen when I reach to the level of wanting to say "I hate you!"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that my best friend was there with me, for me at that point of time. Listened to what I had to share, it came out like a river once I let it out. but I sobbed lesser this time round... For the sake of respecting, I shall name the person Mr. X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tolerating Mr. X for the longest time. I am totally disappointed with him again. Feeling angry and shattered. It's a shame to even say about him. When I found out he did the same thing again, I just had to let out everything that I have been trying to avoid, trying to ignore because it seemed that it doesn't occur to me that I should be concerned about. I still believe the saying 'BOYS WILL BE BOYS'. or shall I say 'MAN WILL BE MAN' and I do accept the nature's fact but knowing Mr. X, it seemed so wrong. all so wrong. Now, I'm letting it out not because I care about him.. but to say I don't feel that I want to do anything with him at all because he's not what he used to be ever since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were reasons to why I had not been updating my blog. The reason was Mr. X. I don't have the guts to post them. Every entry I typed was about Mr. X and at the end of it I just put them as drafts. But now, it was time to let out my feelings that I have been holding on to them since last year. I have been trying to hold on to this relationship but I know the relationship is not worth saving. But if I have to, I shall pretend that every is fine when it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe the thing that you did. Lack of lust? When I thought that I wouldn't know how to let it out.. I held onto it forever, just pushing it down. Felt so good to let go of it, for now. But I'm sure things will get worse. We all are getting stubborn, Mr.X and I. It is just a matter of time, don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow. God knows we tried to find an easier way. You and I will be a tough act to follow. But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I'm not going through this pain alone. Have never gone through this pain alone. Even so, the people who are also affected, we don't share or let out our feelings. Wait. We used to. But we tried to let by gone be by gone. But personally, our relationship with you has covered with lies and pretends. This is not how I pictured it. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be asking what can I do to make it right? It has reached to the level of hatred. This is not the matter of MAN'S LUST. It's the matter of the purpose and the reasons that Mr. X is doing. Again, I asked myself, what will happen? Only God knows. &lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm just hoping I won't fall sick due the cryings. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I got sick after I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright note, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; has already started. The portals are not user friendly AT ALL. This week, I am just looking forward to go to the Science Centre and visit The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; Exhibition on Friday. I hope the exhibition will be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; one because I am really looking forward to write down notes. and oh dinner with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Idir&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2126920567352949706?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2126920567352949706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2126920567352949706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2126920567352949706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2126920567352949706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-tonight-it-reached-that-level.html' title='AFTER TONIGHT, IT HAS REACHED THAT LEVEL.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2241126734960156299</id><published>2009-06-09T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:34:46.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done..and Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/Si4g4huVYaI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ICwyCB3mxmc/s1600-h/4585_106417604993_733654993_2749925_1887055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345245963232829858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/Si4g5FDTvNI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QH9jdMR3Ybw/s400/DSC06967-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures are available at multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Now.. looking forward to KL trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2241126734960156299?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2241126734960156299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2241126734960156299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2241126734960156299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2241126734960156299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/06/doneand-gone.html' title='Done..and Gone.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/Si4g4huVYaI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ICwyCB3mxmc/s72-c/4585_106417604993_733654993_2749925_1887055_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1204836804204412860</id><published>2009-05-22T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:56:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Touch. Haven't I?</title><content type='html'>I have lost touch to writing but of course what's new in my life? For those you keep wondering why I had not been updating, it's because time wouldn't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like it was yesterday when I told myself to make my final assessment a great one. And now, it is almost one week to my Grad Show. (To those I have welcomed, do not forget ya)Although assessments are over, I still laid in squeezes of anxiety, desperation and worry. Fatigue.. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my learning process, in my art making, I had to squeeze every part of my brain cells and get to my best result. And at the end of it, I still ask, is this the best result? The question is, in the art context, what should I cater the most? Letting others to understand my thoughts? or to let others to have their own interpretation? Do I have to be concerned and follow people's opinion because to them it is not "right"? For those who had not gone through my process in the making, would they be able to understand what I have gone through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost touch with my ownself. Especially in my process of the art making. Maybe I listened and followed to much. But maybe, I got confused with the critiques I had. Ultimately, what should I follow? and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer must be unraveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/nurdya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Although there had been many hardships in my life, I still thanked God for giving me the love of my Family, Friends and Dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1204836804204412860?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1204836804204412860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1204836804204412860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1204836804204412860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1204836804204412860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-touch-havent-i.html' title='Lost Touch. Haven&apos;t I?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-4481894662974318222</id><published>2009-05-10T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:32:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of Lonely.</title><content type='html'>I'm in this fight and I'm swinging and my arms are getting tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to beat this emptiness but I'm running out of time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking in the sand and I can't barely stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be patient but I'm hurting deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep waiting, I need comfort late at night&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find my way, won't you lead me home?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of being the only shadow I see along a wall&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of the only heart beat I hear beating is my own&lt;br /&gt;And I'm scared of being alone, I can't seem to breathe&lt;br /&gt;When I am lost in this dream, I need you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of lonely, I'm scared of lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-4481894662974318222?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/4481894662974318222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=4481894662974318222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4481894662974318222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/4481894662974318222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/05/scared-of-lonely.html' title='Scared of Lonely.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7540104053778435199</id><published>2009-03-25T17:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:48:12.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STATUS OF WIFE IN ISLAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A talk by Shaykh Abdullah Adhami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;By getting married you are not just  getting a wife, you are getting your whole world. From now until the rest  of your days your wife will be your partner, your companion, and your best  friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will share your moments, your days, and  your years. She will share your joys and sorrows, your successes and  failures, your dreams and your ears. When you are ill, she will take the best  care of you; when you need help, she will do all she can for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a secret, she will keep it; when you  need advice, she will give you the best advice. She will always be with  you: when you wake up in the morning the first thing your eyes will see will be  hers; during the day, she will be with you, if for a moment she is  not with you by her physical body, she will be thinking of you, praying  for you with all her heart, mind, and soul; when you go to sleep at night,  the last thing your eyes will see will be her; and when you are asleep you  will still see her in your dreams. In short, she will be your whole world  and you will be her whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best  description that I personally have ever read describing the closeness of  the spouses to each other is the Qur'anic verse which says: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they  are your garments and you are their garments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" (Surah Al Baqarah 2:187).  Indeed, spouses are like garments to each other because they provide one another  with the protection, the comfort, the cover, the support, and the  adornment that garments provide to humans. Just imagine a journey in the winter  of Alaska without garments! Our spouses provide us with the same level of  comfort, protection, cover, and support in the journey of our lives  on this earth as garments would do in the Alaskan journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between the spouses is the most amazing of all  human relations: the amount of love and affection, intimacy and closeness, mercy and compassion, peace and tranquillity that fills the hearts of the spouses is simply inexplicable. The only rational explanation for these most amazing of all human feelings is that: it is an act of Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Allah has made for you Mates (and Companions) of your own nature ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" (Surah Al Nahl 16:72)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only our Almighty Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala in His Infinite Power, Boundless Mercy, and Great Wisdom can create and ingrain these amazing and blessed feelings in the hearts of the spouses. In fact Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala  is reminding those who search for His signs in the universe that these feelings  in the hearts of the spouses are among the signs that should guide humans to His  existence as He says in the Qur'an, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And among His signs is this, that He  created for you mates from among yourselves that you may dwell in  tranquillity with them and He has put love and mercy between your hearts:  verily in that are signs for those who reflect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;." (Surah Al Rum 30:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala knows that the human  heart is not a static entity, it is sometimes weak and at times dynamic.  Feelings can and do change with time. Love may wither and fade away. The marital  bond might weaken if not properly cared for. Happiness in marriage cannot  be taken for granted; continuous happiness requires constant giving from  both sides. For the tree of marital love to remain alive and keep growing, the soil has to be sustained, maintained, watered and nurtured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that our Prophet Muhammad Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam had  found the time to go out to the desert and race with his wife Aisha. She out ran him but later after she had gained some weight, he out ran her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the Prophet Salallaahu 'aliahi  wa'sallaam took his wife to watch the young Ethiopians playing and dancing their  folk dances. The show of emotions is necessary to keep the marital bond away  from rusting and disintegrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you will be rewarded by Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala for any emotions you show to your wife as the Prophet Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam said "one would be rewarded for anything that he does seeking the pleasure of Allah even the food that he puts in the mouth of his wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the importance of seemingly little things as putting food in  your wife's mouth, opening the car's door for her, etc. Remember that the Prophet Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam used to extend his knee to his wife to assist her up to ride the camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to always find some time for both of you to pray together. Strengthening the bond between you and Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala is the best guarantee that your own marital bond would always remain strong. Having peace with Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala will always result in having more peace at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the Prophet Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam gave glad tidings for those couples who wake up at night to pray together. The Prophet Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam even urged the spouse who rises up first to wake the other spouse up even by throwing cold water on his/her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always try your best to be good to your wife by words and by deeds. Talk to her, smile to her, seek her advice, ask for her opinion, spend quality time with her and always remember that the Prophet Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam said "the best of you are those who are best to their wives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is common that spouses vow to love and honor their spouses until death do them part. I do believe that this vow is good or even great, but not enough! It is not enough that you love your wife. You have to love what she loves as well. Her family, her loved ones must also become your loved ones. Don't be like my colleague who was unhappy about his wife's parents coming to visit for few weeks. He candidly said to her "I don't like your parents.." Naturally, she angrily looked at him straight in the eye and said " I don't like yours either"... Also, it is not enough that you love her until death do you part. Love should never end and we do believe there is life after death where those who did righteousness in this world will be joined by their spouses (Surah Al Zukhruf 43:70) and offsprings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best example in this regard is the Prophet  Salallaahu 'aliahi wa'sallaam whose love for Khadija, his wife of 25 years  extended to include all those she loved and continued even after her death. It  was many years after her death and he never forgot her and whenever a goat was slaughtered in his house he would send portions of it to Khadija's family and  friends and whenever he felt that the visitor at the door might be Khadija's  sister Hala, he would pray saying "O Allah let it be Hala."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7540104053778435199?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7540104053778435199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7540104053778435199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7540104053778435199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7540104053778435199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/03/status-of-wife-in-islam.html' title='STATUS OF WIFE IN ISLAM.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6673431466833212693</id><published>2009-01-28T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:52:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP HEALS PAIN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sufferings that I have to go through during the time of the month is so tiring. I am desperate to find my solution. I hate drinking Ginseng, it tastes horribly horrible. It doesn't help me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, let time flies, is the best thing I could do during that moment. In fact, all I felt was just to sleep. Sleep all day. Let the minutes to be long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6673431466833212693?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6673431466833212693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6673431466833212693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6673431466833212693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6673431466833212693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep-heals-pain.html' title='SLEEP HEALS PAIN?'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6199209879563109802</id><published>2009-01-27T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:30:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING MY OWN LEADER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;I think my resolution for this year is from Carl Roger's quote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;'If we value independence, if we are disturbed by the growing conformity of knowledge, of values, of attitudes, which our present system induces, then we may wish to set up conditions of learning which make for uniqueness, for self-direction, and for self-initiated learning'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Its peculiar at times how devotion and passion just eludes us, that we fail to comprehend the queerness when emptiness fills every space that stands inside. Not remembering the words or promises of comfort no more.. they were just mere lies to you. You have to believe this propoganda for truth. I have been cutting it close with the backwards &amp;amp; forwards. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;It's rocking the boat. G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;otta get control of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6199209879563109802?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6199209879563109802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6199209879563109802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6199209879563109802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6199209879563109802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-my-own-leader.html' title='BEING MY OWN LEADER.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8504138173463983469</id><published>2009-01-25T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:51:34.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACES OF ANXIETY.</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2 years now that I have been closely attached to her. Even though its not a lot, there is still some progression made. I feel worried for her every single day. Had a talk with her sister about the little progression she has made, work not done etc. I was shocked when I was told how she behaves in school. Comparing the behaviours she behaves when she's at home and in school is unbelievable. My duty is getting my more and more tense as she grows up. One thing for sure, I will never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tackling these issues like laziness, sleepiness, homework not done, short term memories, short time span, are these normal child-like behaviours? I remember tutoring my cousins. They don't behave like this even though there might be some mischievous, fooling around behaviours. I would normally close one eye, u know BOYS... I really thought that tutoring a girl would be much better. My thoughts were wrong. Well, she's not totally "bad". There were some cases that she could memories the timetable easily. It felt priceless to see her counting loudly all her might. However, there's certain time that she is just playing lazy. I know myself that I have this eagerness to teach and would repeat a lot of times when she doesn't know the sums. But the fact is, she knows how to tackle it. And that made me lose my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a shame to realise that all these years, how much effort I've put in, but she doesn't want to help herself, it means nothing. However, it's been a bless to see her family starting to be more concerned. How they are trying to take their busy time to focus more on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for what reasons, she's important in my life. If I could tutor her everyday, I would. But for now, it's all up to her to realise that she needs to pull up her socks much more higher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-8504138173463983469?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8504138173463983469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8504138173463983469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8504138173463983469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8504138173463983469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/faces-of-anxiety.html' title='FACES OF ANXIETY.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3101592511938224097</id><published>2009-01-14T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:15:22.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PALEMBANG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/DSC00555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3101592511938224097?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3101592511938224097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3101592511938224097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3101592511938224097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3101592511938224097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/palembang.html' title='PALEMBANG.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/palembang%20tersayang/th_DSC00517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3802972591503259035</id><published>2009-01-11T19:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:58:30.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIELD OUR HEARTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I typed more than a thousand words for this entry, but I ended up deleting those words. Kept just a paragraph... because it really hurts to hate your own blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Spent quite a long time talking to her, of all the recent things I've heard about him. She was almost crying telling me stories. I haven't proven the appreciation and respect for him ever since the day we found out. I thank God, I didn't even bother to find out the real fact, the truth just kept on giving me and I could hardly take in those facts, thoughts and actions. It's going to hurt me. It has hurt me. I'm devastated. God, will there be happiness again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anybody loving way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Get hurt along the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Don't be afraid to open up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And use the time you have before it fades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Show your love today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And there's a woman crying on the kitchen floor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;She got a call tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now she's trembling outside her daughter's door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Walks in and holds her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wondering how and where to start, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Is there a way to shield her heart? &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/679381855401442907-3802972591503259035?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3802972591503259035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3802972591503259035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3802972591503259035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3802972591503259035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/benci-tapi-rindu.html' title='SHIELD OUR HEARTS.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6367471715736976463</id><published>2009-01-08T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:31:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CAPRICONS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Three words.. Fun! Fun! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DoECnHgHSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DoECnHgHSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/DSC03393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/DSC03398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/DSC05011-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/DSC05036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/DSC05039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/DSC05038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6367471715736976463?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6367471715736976463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6367471715736976463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6367471715736976463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6367471715736976463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/capricons.html' title='THE CAPRICONS.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/capricons/th_DSC03393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5085717689366247467</id><published>2009-01-06T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:00:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO LONGER A TEENAGER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another wonderful meet up with my best sisters in the whole wide world. Despite having different goals and careers in the future, one thing stays the same, the glory of our sisterhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Simei, Outram, Tampines, Bedok Reservoir, Marina Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new member joined us aka our photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03310.jpg" 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src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/DSC03384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5085717689366247467?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5085717689366247467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5085717689366247467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5085717689366247467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5085717689366247467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='NO LONGER A TEENAGER.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/twenty_bday__huda_/th_DSC03265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-136373067421614220</id><published>2009-01-05T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:17:13.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF ~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~ I were a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I could understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I’d be a better man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything you had got destroyed ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-136373067421614220?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/136373067421614220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=136373067421614220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/136373067421614220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/136373067421614220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/if.html' title='IF ~~~'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1447833724916985253</id><published>2009-01-03T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:05:16.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GROUND MYSELF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I listened to myself citing Surah Yasin. Holding the Quran once again. I felt so much weakness within. I have to strengthen myself again. And that leads to patience. This week has been a real exercise in staying focused. I've been at this for a couple of days now. I have to ground myself. For various reasons, it has been exceptionally stressful, and I haven't remembered to ground myself as much as I feel I should, instead letting things carry me away. It doesn't help me any good. My weak stomach has been unhappy with me as of late and having coughs and a flu ever since the new year is no good, not good indeed. A good reminder to keep grounding throughout the day when I need it, whether it's stress, illness, pocket full of dust or other force that could benefit from a good dose of Earth energy. It might not be a cure-all, but it could be helpful. Listening to myself has eased the pain. Care for the self first, and in a healthy way, not a self-centered manner. Therefore, I shall stay grounded for all I could except if there's an important event that I have to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was sitting at the prayer mat and ponder. Realising I'm turning 20 this year, all these age numbers freak me out. I don't mind the age, but I mind how much I have spent those precious times, in terms of my social life and school. I'm graduating soon, I am still unsure how much I have grown ever since I stepped into this course. Sad isn't it? What kind of a student I want to be? Have I reached my fullest potential? Could it be better if I have taken an extra time &amp;amp; effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of disappointed of myself last year. Well, back to more work.&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/679381855401442907-1447833724916985253?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1447833724916985253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1447833724916985253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1447833724916985253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1447833724916985253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-ground-myself.html' title='I GROUND MYSELF.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7553121548838647607</id><published>2008-12-31T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:49:38.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ULANG TAHUN NINDA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SV2LP-NfwCI/AAAAAAAAA6M/swZA1jtiZQs/s1600-h/DSC03230.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last day of the year has been great. It was like an annual family gathering due to our beloved grandmother who had just turned 76th this year. What's more special than celebrating the new year with my relatives. Kampong Chai Chee was our pit stop.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh splendid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0136-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0139-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0122-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0129-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0133-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC_0142-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins Corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC03193-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC03194-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/nenekbday/DSC03197-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7553121548838647607?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7553121548838647607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7553121548838647607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7553121548838647607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7553121548838647607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/ulang-tahun-ninda.html' title='ULANG TAHUN NINDA.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7809107274001698803</id><published>2008-12-30T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:48:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUSCO TEBRAU CITY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;With the closing of 2008, we were a little bit adventurous. I had to note down our date this time round. It was sudden and unexpected. I happened to be fortunate to bring my passport unconsciously. No plans of going everywhere, but just for the fun of it. Some sort of a divert planning if there's one. That divert plan happened when he wanted to fill up his bike tank at JB. Being an easy breezy person, I didn't mind at all. In fact, I was excited as I could buy more DVDs. My excitement went crazy when the divert plan happened again. We were still going Malaysia but this time we were on four wheels!! But it was kind of a disappointment that the A&amp;amp;W was closed down at Jusco. It would be great having my lunch with waffle icecream. Instead, we ate at Black Canyon and watched the movie Australia..the fun thing I felt was buying groceries at Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusco Tebrau City - Black Canyon Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/west%20coast/tebrau/DSC03170-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Travel makes us more complex. Under the right circumstances, each time we visit a new place, we incoperate a bit of it into our own being. We are no longer the "typical Singaporean". If I hadn't traveled to the places I've been, I wouldn't be the same person I am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/west%20coast/tebrau/DSC03186-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;With the help of Sally, our navigator, it made our life so much easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/west%20coast/tebrau/DSC03164-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just love to travel, don't you? Goodbye 2008, and Hello 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7809107274001698803?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7809107274001698803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7809107274001698803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7809107274001698803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7809107274001698803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/jusco-tebrau-city.html' title='JUSCO TEBRAU CITY.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2217091739864777417</id><published>2008-12-29T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:50:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEPPING STONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever felt something is on the verge of happening, something that will change the way you see your life right now? Is it possible to feel like this and at the same time to feel a little lost too? I wish God would tell me what to do directly, without any instincts or doubts. To feel smart all over again and to be prepared my worst fears. To feel like I could figure it all out if I would just get that first hint or that first sign. If I could only figure out what the first step is, how to carry through to the rest. I could not figure out to why I have been feeling like this a lot lately. Maybe it's the time of year, all things coming to an end and the feeling of conversion is ahead. It IS the new Islamic year and in few days time, the beginning of 2009. Eventually, I figure out the reasons. I guess it doesn't matter as much as what I do about it, what I take from that feeling, what ideas I convey from that spirit. I know that I can do anything if I put my mind into it. The trick is just keeping my mind on whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to what I have achieve thus far. But I have yet to achieve my ultimate goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2217091739864777417?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2217091739864777417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2217091739864777417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2217091739864777417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2217091739864777417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/stepping-stone.html' title='STEPPING STONE.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5591717640456317294</id><published>2008-12-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:48:44.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER CHAPTER OF HER LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/engagement%20fifi/DSC03157-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5591717640456317294?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5591717640456317294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5591717640456317294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5591717640456317294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5591717640456317294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-chapter-of-her-life.html' title='ANOTHER CHAPTER OF HER LIFE.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2478599571544824012</id><published>2008-12-25T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:24:10.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORANG TERENGGANU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/orang%20tganu/DSC03027-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sudah lama tiada bayu berbisik&lt;br /&gt;mendayu mengalun cerita&lt;br /&gt;sudah lama tiada bicara mulus&lt;br /&gt;mengait kata menjalin rasa&lt;br /&gt;barangkali himpitan waktu&lt;br /&gt;menghalau segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/orang%20tganu/DSC03056-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/orang%20tganu/DSC03055-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam mesra&lt;br /&gt;buat tatapan semua&lt;br /&gt;rindu ini telah terluah kini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/orang%20tganu/DSC03065-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2478599571544824012?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2478599571544824012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2478599571544824012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2478599571544824012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2478599571544824012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/orang-terengganu.html' title='ORANG TERENGGANU.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-34877737889275961</id><published>2008-12-21T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:31:24.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASIR RIS PARK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Each life is a story. And every family is a rich tapestry of stories, woven together across time and geography, a shared history of drama and dreams. Family stories form the basis of my life. Capturing a special event in my life, as I want to capture that moment in time, to preserve it for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Another history is made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Capturing the Moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC02970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC_0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC02993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC02989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood playmates who grow up to be forever friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/BBQ%2021%20DECEMBER/DSC_0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-= Till the next gathering =-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-34877737889275961?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/34877737889275961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=34877737889275961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/34877737889275961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/34877737889275961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/pasir-ris-park.html' title='PASIR RIS PARK.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-299461786470338695</id><published>2008-12-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:58:48.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SUqEtvIm2BI/AAAAAAAAA58/ogtT1c0btY8/s1600-h/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179434326874130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SUqEtvIm2BI/AAAAAAAAA58/ogtT1c0btY8/s400/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've seen the books 'Twilight' placed on the shelf under the Best Sellers everytime I entered MPH but the book cover did not convinced enough what the novel was about - two hands holding an apple? thought it was some little red riding hood story. Little that I know it was about young adult vampire-romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the movie, I like how the romance started. Initially, trying to avoid the girl as much as he could because she is so irresistable. Then, protected her. Afterwards, sharing secrets and the trust was kept easily, the girl wasn't scared - she felt safe in his arms. The sweetest thing was, keeping her exactly who she is and not from what she could become just for his sake. All the guy wanted is to keep her safe. Anyways, this IS a story. No man could be there for her 24/7. If there is, then good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the feeling when I'm sleeping, alone in my room, and there's this someone watching over me in the dark corner of the room. Just standing there, seeing me sleep, all he wanted is to see me safe. And as I woke up in the middle of the night, he was gone, but my instinct told me that's him that was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, can't wait to see Bella turning into vampire in Twilight - Breaking Dawn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-299461786470338695?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/299461786470338695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=299461786470338695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/299461786470338695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/299461786470338695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SUqEtvIm2BI/AAAAAAAAA58/ogtT1c0btY8/s72-c/Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7962348521064975524</id><published>2008-12-19T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:56:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORTPARK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02870-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7962348521064975524?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7962348521064975524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7962348521064975524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7962348521064975524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7962348521064975524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/hortpark.html' title='HORTPARK.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5691509043047637019</id><published>2008-12-15T01:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:25:16.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUND ABOUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today's event was for Nabila's relatives. I really hope it was worth the time and money for them. This event wasn't my initial plan. I was thrilled and overjoyed getting to spend time with my friends because there's an mpv car available to be used and I thought it would be nice to have the ride once again. Sadly, some weren't free and I could understand that. The plan must go on. Instead, these people brighten me up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The atmosphere at Marina Barrage was great. We were lucky it didn't rain went we got there. The windy weather was perfect for kite flying. The weather was all insane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part was at the water playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04285_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind this picture below, it was too windy, we decided to hold our tudung at the back and maintain our "jambuls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04275_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Marina Barrage, I drove them to Night Safari which they were really fond of. It was just for a while as the tickets were too expensive for them and fortunately, there was a fiery tribal show outside for them to at least enjoy the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04305_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner just the three of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04306_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I felt so tired and sleepy. Takde chance nak tido! Got a message from ibu saying that we would be going to JB with my aunt that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/orang%20pahang/DSC04315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johor trip. Seriously, the tom yum soup at this shop is really happening!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/johor/DSC02852-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, this is the second time I slept at my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/johor/DSC02847-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/johor/DSC02842-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/johor/DSC02851-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantu sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/familyouting/johor/DSC02857-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5691509043047637019?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5691509043047637019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5691509043047637019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5691509043047637019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5691509043047637019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/johor-trip.html' title='ROUND ABOUT.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2129153799644538050</id><published>2008-12-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:37:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-NITE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04237copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke session with my best friends and best friend's best cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04245copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04235copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04234copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC04202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC02835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/DSC02833.jpg" border="0" 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type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/k-nite.html' title='K-NITE!'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/karaoke_10%20Dec/th_DSC04237copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3818371721818585218</id><published>2008-12-09T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:21:48.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUALLAF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SUIiM6B7FNI/AAAAAAAAA50/n5CACuLPkLg/s1600-h/muallaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278819318362739922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SUIiM6B7FNI/AAAAAAAAA50/n5CACuLPkLg/s400/muallaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this story of lost souls who find comfort in each other, friendship opens the window to forgiveness and reconciliation with the past.&lt;br /&gt;But then again there are other “lost souls” who really truly embraced the religion. Those who felt that there was something missing in their lives that by embracing Islam, they have found peace and they have found love that was once lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/greenday/DSC02815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion about the movie,&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't catch any balls!!&lt;br /&gt;The show really made the audience say&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? That's all?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3818371721818585218?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3818371721818585218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3818371721818585218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3818371721818585218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3818371721818585218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/muallaf.html' title='MUALLAF.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SUIiM6B7FNI/AAAAAAAAA50/n5CACuLPkLg/s72-c/muallaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2223915920094997891</id><published>2008-12-07T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:08:21.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE I MADE YOUR DAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/23rd_bday/DSC02762.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/23rd_bday/DSC02792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I rewind this moment?&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast on your special day. Hope you did too &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2223915920094997891?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2223915920094997891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=2223915920094997891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2223915920094997891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/2223915920094997891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/hope-i-made-your-day.html' title='HOPE I MADE YOUR DAY.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/23rd_bday/th_DSC02762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5263195002528501318</id><published>2008-12-03T10:44:00.050+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:10:40.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELESCOPE HUNT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The night during the stargazing at Singapore Science Centre, I was really fascinated with the stars. Eventhough it was cloudy and we could only see a handful of stars, the thrill was still there. It was really beautiful. I learnt a few things. I learnt the word Constellation. I saw Pegasus (looks like the shape of a horse) that night. It is a northern constellation. And I didnt know that Pisces is right above it! Wish I could see more. I think the best place to see stars is at Malaysia. During the Malacca trip, there were clusters of stars in the sky and that is only through my naked eyes. Imagine seeing through the telescope. I think I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telescope Dealers In Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of local dealers we can purchase scopes from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1. ASTROBARGAINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2. ASTROSCIENTIFIC - Shop at Science Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. MCGILL COMMERCIAL HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;4. STARMATRIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5. PERSEID - Perseid is a Malaysian dealer but ships to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;6. THE PHYSICAL SPACE - Local Meade vendor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The advantages of this method is that you can view the telescopes before buying it, and have support if you have problems with it. The disadvantage is that you generally pay more for the telescope itself. It is a good idea to do a bit of research as you shop around. Unfortunately, I can only find two shops that are only available for the 10 best telescopes.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST TELESCOPES FOR PLANET/STARGAZING (available in Singapore):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ASTROBARGAINS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275398283882880114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STX6yfeLXHI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aVS1HXI06C4/s400/Starblast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;#4 Orion StarBlast 4.5 Astro Telescope&lt;br /&gt;$559&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;click to view link: &lt;a href="http://wize.com/telescopes/p60399-orion-starblast-astro-9814-267-x-114mm#t=5186"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://wize.com/telescopes/p60399-orion-starblast-astro-9814-267-x-114mm#t=5186&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275401133210708754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STX9YWC3qxI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dyYfT40t4yY/s400/30293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;#10 Meade ETX-90PE (325 x 90mm) Telescope&lt;br /&gt;$1899 (SALE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;click to view link: &lt;a href="http://wize.com/telescopes/p30293-meade-etx-90pe-325-x-90mm#t=5186"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://wize.com/telescopes/p30293-meade-etx-90pe-325-x-90mm#t=5186&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ASTROSCIENTIFIC - Shop at Science Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275392780336327906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STX1yJKbbOI/AAAAAAAAA48/prwAkgc9RdU/s400/powerseeker127eq-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;#1 Celestron 2008 - PowerSeeker 127 EQ&lt;br /&gt;click to view link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astro.com.sg/telescopes/celestron/powerseeker127eq.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http&lt;/span&gt;://www.astro.com.sg/telescopes/celestron/powerseeker127eq.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275393839690941090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STX2vzkQAqI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gkLGqbYeSI0/s400/nexstar130slt-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;#2 Celestron NexStar 130 SLT&lt;br /&gt;click to view link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astro.com.sg/telescopes/celestron/nexstar130slt.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www&lt;/span&gt;.astro.com.sg/telescopes/celestron/nexstar130slt.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275395124522987202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STX36l8FLsI/AAAAAAAAA5M/FO3WjktX8FY/s400/nexstar8se-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;#9 Celestron NexStar 8 SE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;click to view link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.astro.com.sg/telescopes/celestron/nexstar8se.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://www.astro.com.sg/telescopes/celestron/nexstar8se.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-5263195002528501318?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5263195002528501318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5263195002528501318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5263195002528501318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5263195002528501318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='TELESCOPE HUNT.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STX6yfeLXHI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aVS1HXI06C4/s72-c/Starblast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3732237771764608641</id><published>2008-12-02T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:44:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRIP TO MALACCA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before I jump right into the pictures, there were a few things that I learnt during the trip. The road environment is very different compared to Singapore, especially when you are behind those vast wheels. 110km/hr is nothing when you are on the road. It is as if your speed is at 90km/hr in Singapore. And since our road trip is based on convoy, I had no fear to where I was going. I was pretty confident on the road. Just had to tolerate a handful of impatient drivers and a very dangerous one I must say. The funny thing was my aunt kept on cursing the drivers who tailgate us. The fun experince ended when I drove to Afamosa. This is where our first activity began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02696-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02696-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02695-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02699-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02705-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love love this ride, it's called High Speed. I assume that the height of the slide is approximately 6 storey high. Most of us where reluctant to go, but for the sake of the experience, we are proud to say WE OVERCOME IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02712-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02734-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was telling my cousins.. "People got stuck coz they are fat, but you, you got stuck coz you're muscular." then his brother, who is quite plum said, "I'm not fat!" "I'm not talking about you!" then everyone started to laugh and said, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02706-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "muscular" and the "fat"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05522-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05537-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05551-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at how much we consumed! ORDERS: Lots and lots of Nasi Lemak Crabs Cockles Fish Vegetables Otah-otah Squid (Fried + Chilli) Prawn (Fried + Chilli) 4 Jars of drinks Total Cost: 500 RM.. *BURP* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05564-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05607-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02738-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05616-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05617-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC02739-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/DSC05655-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3732237771764608641?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3732237771764608641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3732237771764608641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3732237771764608641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3732237771764608641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-malacca.html' title='A TRIP TO MALACCA.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/malacce/th_DSC02696-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-8497092402344981530</id><published>2008-12-02T00:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:13:24.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST FOR YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna give the best of the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but it's not what I'd imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whatever it is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; smile is more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for that, i really hope so.&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/679381855401442907-8497092402344981530?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/8497092402344981530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=8497092402344981530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8497092402344981530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/8497092402344981530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-it-for-you.html' title='THE BEST FOR YOU.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1571062083144554170</id><published>2008-11-25T09:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:44:09.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEET UP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 502px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="830" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02639.jpg" width="711" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally a meet up with my friends..after a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 506px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="921" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02638.jpg" width="662" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-1571062083144554170?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/1571062083144554170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=1571062083144554170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1571062083144554170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1571062083144554170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-up.html' title='MEET UP.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7774649471114652334</id><published>2008-11-16T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:13:57.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOYS ARE BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275382977160572962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STXs3hfMcCI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bQvXQs6GIrI/s400/missdya063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STXs3lV0l2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/r6f6Mc8Ig5Q/s1600-h/normal_blogdelatele-promos-hsm3-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275382978195003234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STXs3lV0l2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/r6f6Mc8Ig5Q/s400/normal_blogdelatele-promos-hsm3-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-7774649471114652334?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7774649471114652334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7774649471114652334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7774649471114652334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7774649471114652334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-are-back.html' title='THE BOYS ARE BACK!'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/STXs3hfMcCI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bQvXQs6GIrI/s72-c/missdya063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5084021476262181094</id><published>2008-11-16T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:46:04.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNING SIXTEEN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 356px" height="1244" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02641.jpg" width="507" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally. she's able to watch NC16 movies legally.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Sis!&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes, had this $20 voucher from Lee Cooper and thought could spent it for her. Sadly, according from the terms and conditions, she is only allowed to buy jeans. There!&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/679381855401442907-5084021476262181094?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/5084021476262181094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=5084021476262181094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5084021476262181094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/5084021476262181094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='TURNING SIXTEEN.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-765018806827408755</id><published>2008-11-12T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:14:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dir, aku pinta kau akan selalu setia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dir, aku mohon kau selalu menemani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Saat ku tengah terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kala ku tengah gundah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-765018806827408755?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/765018806827408755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=765018806827408755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/765018806827408755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/765018806827408755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/11/dir.html' title='DIR.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-232300936291973628</id><published>2008-11-12T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:27:20.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARINA BARRAGE - RESERVOIR IN THE CITY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb181/naddy_92/reservoir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb181/naddy_92/marina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02402-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/DSC02405-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-232300936291973628?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/232300936291973628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=232300936291973628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/232300936291973628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/232300936291973628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/11/marina-barrage.html' title='MARINA BARRAGE - RESERVOIR IN THE CITY.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-2933664627733822028</id><published>2008-11-10T23:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:37:19.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH HURTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;there was a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and i could hardly answer it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;when I do, i would cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;is hurting more than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;but i could hold back my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;ignoring the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;i dont wish to let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;the truth really hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;everything seems so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;be strong Nad... for the unexpected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;even though it might not happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;everything has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;through out my nineteen years living and knowing how to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I could not define my own real love anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;just because of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-2933664627733822028?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/2933664627733822028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-5988155687063460998</id><published>2008-11-09T20:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:37:00.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRUTH PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;every single night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;tears on my pillow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i just want the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;eventhough i know the truth gonna hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i know i'm gonna smile cause i deserve to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it'll all get better in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I could hardly believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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interested....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SRWW5h1Q1LI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9Kt5n8XSv10/s1600-h/PentasSuteraolehMAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266281254358144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mJfdQjIEM7s/SRWW5h1Q1LI/AAAAAAAAA4c/9Kt5n8XSv10/s400/PentasSuteraolehMAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wassalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-311951553708702520?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/311951553708702520/comments/default' 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alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_2008/DSC01729-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_2008/DSC01735-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_2008/DSC01739-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;= His Treasured Friends =-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this year is definitely better than last year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya2008/DSCF0170-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya2008/DSCF0173-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" 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src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya2008/DSC01858-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girlfriends (Pink &amp;amp; Brown/Black Affairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03601-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03603-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03615-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03616-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03617-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03623-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03627-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/DSC03628-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Treasured Girlfriend(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/IMG-0215-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/IMG-0216-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;mg alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/IMG-0219-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/IMG-0226-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gf_08/IMG-0230-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Purely Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gerek_08/DSC02196-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gerek_08/DSC02189-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_gerek_08/DSC02211-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the three sisters this year.. but I'm glad my raya ended with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_sistaz_08/DSC02243-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_sistaz_08/DSC02249-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_sistaz_08/DSC02248-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_sistaz_08/DSC02289-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_sistaz_08/DSC02294-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_sistaz_08/DSC02295-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" 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href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-wonderland.html' title='LIFE IS A WONDERLAND.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/raya_2008/th_DSC01642-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-1006862898862005590</id><published>2008-09-29T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:03:36.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUtcYVnDxJw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/1006862898862005590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='RAYA.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-6592099718051219304</id><published>2008-09-23T22:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:44:48.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UMMAH FILMS - RAMADAN RERUNS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixN0qhN39k0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ixN0qhN39k0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That's not Hijab" - Ummah Films Season 2 Premiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4jQi0Gjy3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4jQi0Gjy3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-6592099718051219304?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/6592099718051219304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=6592099718051219304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6592099718051219304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/6592099718051219304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/09/ummah-films-ramadan-reruns.html' title='UMMAH FILMS - RAMADAN RERUNS.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-3771515966142222641</id><published>2008-09-16T13:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:46:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIRAH'S GRILL &amp; KALLANG BOWL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cousins day out again..gonna post a lot of pictures...enjoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="312" alt="ira,nad,dilah,rabia,anis" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0008.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="281" alt="nad,dilah,rabia,anis" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0010.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="267" alt="ashraf" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0011.jpg" width="513" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 406px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="287" alt="khai aka matrip" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0026.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 396px" height="479" alt="khai,zhaf,adi,rabia" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0087.jpg" width="406" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="328" alt="iman aka korean boi,zhaf,adi" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0089.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="scandal" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="i have big boobs and i cannot lie!" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="296" alt="shikin,adi,nad" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0118.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="265" alt="the pretty, the beatles, the loud, the *ergh*" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0146.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="268" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0147.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="302" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0149.jpg" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="338" alt="dayah,rabia,nad,khai" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0160.jpg" width="440" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="317" alt="I was listening okay. Just got distracted." src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0173.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="319" alt="soon one of us getting married" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0179.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 378px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="331" alt="his fiance is the one wearing pink sweater, Kak Eva" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0177.jpg" width="456" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="pro ash" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/DSC_0205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="281" alt="Cousins unite!" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/kallangbowl.jpg" width="522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-3771515966142222641?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/3771515966142222641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=3771515966142222641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3771515966142222641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/3771515966142222641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/09/amirahs-grill-kallang-bowl.html' title='AMIRAH&apos;S GRILL &amp; KALLANG BOWL.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z48/missdya/kallangbowl/th_DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-7370503050444862662</id><published>2008-09-15T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:47:04.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYALA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pimpini erat tanganku sayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kita bersama menanti sinar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mimpimu menjelang jadi nyata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tunggu saatnya, kan dimiliki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tegarkan jiwa jauh dari luka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Biar nyala jangan matikannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Teguh... gapaikanlah impian itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hapuskan duka biar genggam bara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;dalam kalbu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ku percayakanmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Segalanya... pasti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dengarlah mereka persendakan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Usah gentar menawani cita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Terusan melangkah ke hujungnya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bangkit segera semangatmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tegarkan jiwa jauh dari luka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Biar nyala jangan matikannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Teguh... gapaikanlah impian itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;aku sungguh kusyuk setiap kali lagu ini diputarkan di radio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;jangan sekali putus harapan, Sayang.&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/679381855401442907-7370503050444862662?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/7370503050444862662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=7370503050444862662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7370503050444862662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/7370503050444862662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/09/nyala.html' title='NYALA.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679381855401442907.post-9142601688739316981</id><published>2008-09-15T05:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:47:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAY MARRIAGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this entry interesting. I do hear about how malays got into marriage in the first place. Stories about parents sponsored the wedding due to some unexpected reasons etc. and I found an entry relevant to stories I have heard. However, I am not sure how true this is..now i shall quote this whole chunk of a great true fact about marriage.apologies this would be in true blue melayu.a friend of mine, posted this on her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mengikut survey kedai kopi pat Jurong West St 42, sekarang hantaran paling minimum ialah SGD$7000. Maximum sampai $25,000 pon ade. Dasyat beb.. Dah lah Singapore ni mahal giler.. Macam manecouple tak bertekak.. Nak tahu apasal mahal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&gt;Mengikut Survey Kedai Gunting Teban Gardens, hantaran sekarang makin mahal sebab;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anak pompan sorang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anak pompan sekolah tinggi sampai tingkatan doctorate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anak pompan paling jambu dalam family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Anak pompan kerja lawyer/doctor/CEO AnakMelayu.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anak pompan biasa pakai barang branded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Anak pompan yang pandai masak, kemas rumah, layan suami sampai suami takmo gi kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kakak belum kahwin; jadi kena sponsor kakak kawin jugak.. nanti lemau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Anak pompan tu banyak yang melamar, semuanya hensem-hemsem and kaya pulak tu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&gt;Mengikut survey Kedai Basikal Chai Chee, selalunya jawapanyang diberi oleh pihak lelaki kalau hantaran melampau sangat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bapak Rock - "Lu giler ka pa beb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bapak Mithali -"Astarghfirullah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bapak Bintang TV - "TTIIDDDAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bapak Gangster/Tailong - "Masih virgin ke tak ni lu peh girl, macam wa pernah nampak jer.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bapak Bisnesman - "We’re sorry but the returns of our investment is definitely less than 20%…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Bapak Lembik - "mahal la.. macam mane nie daling?" sambilmembisik pat Isterinya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bapak Garang - "APAAAA?!?! AAPPAAAAAA??!! CUBA KAU CAKAP LAGI SEKALI!!!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bapak Gerek - "HAHAHA! Lupakan sudah… Takpe Roy, nanti bapak recommend yang lebih power dari Ashwarya Rai eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mengikut survey Warung Nasi Lemak Bussorah Street, kata2 darisebelah pompan yang lelaki ingin sangat nak dengar ialah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Ikut suka hatilah. Berapa yang lelaki kasi; kita ambik je. Makcik ngan pakcik kau nie tak cerewet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Takpelah. Kalau tak boleh adakan sekarang; kahwin dulu. Lepas tu bayar pelan-pelan cara instalment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Jangan bimbang. Korang cuma adakan hantaran je. Duit majlis smua kita sponsor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Pasal makcik kau ngan pakcik kau nie suka sangat kat kau, kita ikhlas…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Berapa korang nak kasi, kasilah. Nak ambik free pun takpe. Anak pompan kita ramai lagi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mengikut survey Mat Despatch Gathering @ Waterloo St, kalaukena pulak family lelaki yang loaded makan tak abis punya; jawapannya :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Okay setuju. Kita up lagi $10,000. Ditanggung beresss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Ehh sikit nah! Camni tak nak lah. Malu la kaw in hantaran$10,000. Kami OKB tau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Huh? Brape? Gitu je??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Dahling, amikkan chek book abang tu.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Sebagai hadiah upacara masuk minang ni; kita ada siapkan kereta 5 bijik. Tu anak bujang kita tengah parking semua kat bawah tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Sebagai hadiah upacara masuk minang ni; kita ada siapkan kereta 5 bijik, 3 bijik TV LCD 50 inci, 2 tiket penerbangan ke London"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Haa… tu lah beberapa kerenah orang melayu kita ni. Hati dahsuka punya pasal, semua boleh aje.Cukup time tak larat nak naik pelamin pasal kerja tiga empat macam untuk kumpul duit.Ada pulak tu..terpaksa amik personal loan la, 0% installment Bank la, atau pakai credit card. Honeymoon pon utang.. Lepas kawin, dah balik dari honeymoon, kepala teros sewel, pikir nak bayar hutang and atthe end of it, tak tercapai lah maksud perkahwinan yg sepatutnya semakin memudahkan kehidupan.. dah terbalik.. jadi semakin susah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So amacam geng, dah ready nak kawin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/679381855401442907-9142601688739316981?l=twentyfebruary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/feeds/9142601688739316981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=679381855401442907&amp;postID=9142601688739316981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/9142601688739316981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/679381855401442907/posts/default/9142601688739316981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfebruary.blogspot.com/2008/09/malay-marriage.html' title='MALAY MARRIAGE.'/><author><name>miss dya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16950388977330363245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
