<?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-4695155669777574882</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:53:07.449+08:00</updated><category term='how i met u'/><title type='text'>marmemoir</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-3072745863360329156</id><published>2008-12-31T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:45:51.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>Im mentally and physically tired now. but before new year comes, need to make resolutions first (haha..cm penah wat je).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) try my best to finish all tasks in succession plan (40% more..yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) work life: less mistakes (im so careless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) make crochet goods at least once a month &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) exercise routine to maintain figure and stamina (a must!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) cari calon husband (i will be 24 years old this 2009..dah tua..need to get married and be in love forever and ever..ngeh2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) holiday package for my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) save more money...money...money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah la.. too tired to think.. wat byk2 pun x gune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok 1 january 2009. have to work since there is no holiday here for new year. demm. nway, happy new year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-3072745863360329156?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3072745863360329156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=3072745863360329156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/3072745863360329156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/3072745863360329156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-255537934549096383</id><published>2008-12-29T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:25:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FSO Cendor diary</title><content type='html'>it is 0920. 1 more hour before balik. i have been working on this fso for 3-4 days now. not expected to go back this early. tak ready gi, but have to gak because takde chopper for the next week. kang spend time lame sangat kat sini, susah gak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day, naik chopper gi MOPU; naik basket turun supply boat. 10 minutes arrived FSO Cendor. naik basket gi nak naik atas kapal. quite adventurous gak nak gi cendor. other platforms like carigali's dont have this basket2 thing, i think. haha. at night, wat gauging for every tank. there are 9 tanks total; reserved 1 for production. (at this time of writing, medic informed we will depart at 1200, so 3 more hours to go). then, masuk lab to study crude sampling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day, at 0900 or earlier, crude lifting activity started. i went to upper deck to watch the radar. like all ships, there is a radar for captain to know the distance of other ship approaching. went outside the deck. the export ship is named forward flair. the crew informed she is from vietnam. maybe. there were few personnel from our side that were already on the other ship. so start la bagi tali to connect both ships, the hose to transfer the crude, and shooting the messenger line. at 1000, started transferring crude. from now, have to wait 30 hours for the transfer activity to be completed. so ley relax2 la. i took the opportunity to jalan2 sekeliling kapal. the crew were very nice to me. all were giving their cooperation to explain everything that i need to know. i went and took pictures of everything until the camera punye battery exhausted. lucky the captain lend me kapal punye camera for me to continue taking pictures. waa so nice la orang sini. the weather was nice and calm. a bit mabok and pening2. so in the evening i just spent my time in my room chatting and web surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day, was informed the lifting activity will be completed at 1500. the technician who were with me suggested that i checked the engine room for familiarization. okay. so off i went to the engine control room. quite old facilities. since the ship is no longer on sailing, the main engine is shut off; only operating the generators and monitoring the pumps for the ship's operations. afraid that the humid in the engine room might cairkan my contact lenses (hoho), i quickly finished the tour and went to main deck (panas2..haha). then i went to metering area, to collect crude sample (accumulated from all tanks), went to the lab, crude sampling, divided the crude in several containers for keeping purpose. at 1512, the lifting activity completed. i went to upper deck to watch the disengagement of the tali, hose and whatever. forward flair was towed by two boats. at this time, the weather was not so rough but not so calm either. captain informed there will be no chopper available for us next week, so if want to balik, might as well balik this monday. hurm could not stay for year end inventory. how would i tell my bos. ah whatever, yang penting balik. back to reality, our fso now a bit lighter than before after the lifting. most of the tanks dah kosong. so goyang pun lebih la. could not tahan with the situation, i went tido in my room. haha. at night, worsen. i went to control room to transfer the pics that i have taken, but adoh, mabok and pening giler, so off i went to my room again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth day, final day here. bangun, mandi and breakfast. while waiting time nak balik, i decided to update this blog. now here i am. haha. hopefully the weather is good, i can balik. huh, now what? watch movie je la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-255537934549096383?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/255537934549096383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=255537934549096383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/255537934549096383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/255537934549096383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-0920.html' title='FSO Cendor diary'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-5378078125806888112</id><published>2008-12-28T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:13:59.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i met u'/><title type='text'>how i met u</title><content type='html'>I have met many kind of people in many kind of ways. I will share those yang interesting for me; for you readers to make it as your reference or for you to share with others gak. I will put the title as 'how i met u'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first of 'how i met u', happened few months before. (i share this cause i happen to read someone's blog mentioning how he wanted to talk to a girl next to him in a bus but didn't have the courage..well, learn from this guy, dude).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: August 2008&lt;br /&gt;Venue: In a bus (Kulim - KL)&lt;br /&gt;Time: Pagi kot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hurry to go to kl. Applied unrecorded leave from my previous company, asked a friend to send me to bus station, bought the ticket, took the bus. I sat in the last row at the right side. He was sitting also in the last row but at the left side. I was busy 'bye-bye'ing my friend, when a group of family entered the bus looking for place to sit (apparently it was free seating based punye bus). The guy suddenly called me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G(the guy): Awak, leh dok sebelah saya tak?&lt;br /&gt;M(me)     : Nape?&lt;br /&gt;G : Saya tak nak dok sebelah diorang la. &lt;/em&gt; (tunjuk the group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i pun dont want to sit next to the family;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: OK. &lt;/em&gt;(I moved and sat next to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G: You're goin to kl?&lt;br /&gt;M: Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;G: Keje ke study gi?&lt;br /&gt;M: Keje. &lt;br /&gt;G: Where?&lt;br /&gt;M: Kulim Hi Tech.&lt;br /&gt;G: Owh I know that place.&lt;br /&gt;M: How about u?&lt;br /&gt;G: Working gak. Tapi kat sini attend majlis kawen kawan at&lt;/em&gt; (i forgot the name of the place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M: Owh.&lt;br /&gt;G: So u keje as ape ye?&lt;br /&gt;M: Design Engineer.&lt;br /&gt;G: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;M: U?&lt;br /&gt;G:&lt;/em&gt; (macam reluctant to say), &lt;em&gt;I wat bisnes.&lt;br /&gt;M: U ni businessman?&lt;br /&gt;G: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;M: How old are u?&lt;br /&gt;G: 23. U?&lt;br /&gt;M: Same. 23 dah jadi businessman? Muda nyer..&lt;/em&gt; (i thought he tipu at first..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G: I know. I took the risk. I was working as marketing&lt;/em&gt; (whatever) &lt;em&gt;in Felda for two years. Get bored so i start wat bisnes.&lt;br /&gt;M: Two years working? Bile abis study?&lt;br /&gt;G: I was a business student. Kejap je. Bukan cam engineering.&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh yeah. Stupid me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla. We were talking the entire time asking that and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G: U know what, I before ni bukan talkative like this. I ni jenis pendiam.&lt;br /&gt;M: Owh ok.&lt;br /&gt;G: But as a businessman, I blaja cara nak communicate ngan people. So I buang rase malu. And I cakap je ngan sesiape. At least ley wat network.&lt;br /&gt;M: Tul2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus approaching KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G: Kite dah nak sampai KL.&lt;br /&gt;M: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;G: I tak tau name u gi.&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh ye kan, u were right. Kite cakap itu ini tapi tak bagitau name.&lt;br /&gt;G: So what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;M: Marliana.&lt;br /&gt;G: Wan.&lt;br /&gt;M: Hai Wan. Hurm cam tak nice je.&lt;/em&gt; (Sempat gi aku kutuk name die).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is more or less the conversation I had with this guy. From his look, he does look like someone yang diam je, malu2 je nak approach orang, but don't judge a book from its cover. Haha. We exchaged phone numbers and still contact each other until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Sile approach perempuan dengan cara yang baik. Insya Allah, she will give the feedback that you wanted. But if you are rude, terima la sepakan hi heel and tamparan maut or ignorance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-5378078125806888112?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/5378078125806888112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=5378078125806888112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/5378078125806888112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/5378078125806888112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-i-met-u.html' title='how i met u'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-8711389333707667236</id><published>2008-05-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:57:12.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really know your partner?</title><content type='html'>Do you really know your partner? Here are a dozen ways to get to know your partner. So choose wisely (haha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Protocol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: First or Second? Whether it's walking through a door, ordering dinner, or taking a bite out of the freshly baked cookies you have made together, if your partner always have to go first this could indicate self- centeredness. Are you willing to always be the giver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Liberal or Conservative? How your partner views what is right or wrong in a political sense tells you a lot about his deep inner beliefs about society, and ultimately, the way he will approach your relationship issues. Will his views cause a rift in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Sitcoms or News? If his tendency is to watch "escape" TV programs versus "newsy/event" oriented ones, you can learn a lot about one's intellect. Do you want a mate who can keep up with your every day interest in what is going on in the world or a person you can run away with to avoid the world we live in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Flash or Stash? If your partner throws money around while dating, he might well be reckless with your joint finances when you move in together. Do you want to hook up with a tightwad or splurger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Freak or Peak? Under Pressure, does he go to pieces or rise to the top of his game? If the answer is the former, every minor incident in your relationship might become a crisis. Do you like a lot of drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: About You or Him? As you first get to know each other does he always talk about himself first or you? If he is usually the topic priority do not expect that to change. Can you subordinate yourself to the world revolving around him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Warm or Aloof? Believe it or not, the way in which he treats animals will not be dissimilar to how he treats your children. How do you want him to treat your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Listens or Ignores? If you have something you want to talk about and he tunes you out as a general rule, can you cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strangers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Kind or Rude? How he treats those they do not know (waiters, grocery clerks) often reflects on how he will treat people in general, including you, shortly after the glow wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priorities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Family or Work? You can tell almost immediately where a person's preferences lie in terms of what comes first (a family member's illness or a business trip) by the choices he makes when faced with an "either/or" situation. Do you care if he leaves on the next plane to present the such-and-such report if you or the kids have pneumonia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Fat or Fit? How he regards his appearance screams loudly about his sense of self-esteem. Those who eat sensibly, workout reasonably, and who take pride in their appearance are the ones who have a great sense of self. Does he really have self-confidence or might it be a front?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Strong or Weak? If you want a peak at his soul, learn more about his spirituality, or lack of it. What a person believes deep down is often what shapes the way in which they conduct their day-to-day affairs. What is your mate's "words to live by?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;source - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a name="author_bio"&gt;Stacy D. Phillips, who represents mostly celebrity and high-net worth individuals, is the managing partner at &lt;a href="http://www.plljlaw.com/"&gt;Phillips, Lerner, Lauzon and Jamra, LLP&lt;/a&gt; in Century City, California, and the author of "&lt;a href="http://shopping.yahoo.com/p___3004508353"&gt;Divorce: It's All About Control -- How to Win the Emotional, Psychological and Legal Wars&lt;/a&gt;." Her web site is &lt;a href="http://www.controlyourdivorce.com/"&gt;controlyourdivorce.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-8711389333707667236?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8711389333707667236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=8711389333707667236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/8711389333707667236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/8711389333707667236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-really-know-your-partner.html' title='Do you really know your partner?'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-3039528134499304430</id><published>2008-05-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:29:51.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dub dub dub</title><content type='html'>today i dunno why.. tibe2 i feel my heart throbbed rapidly.. it started few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;myb because of the kebosanan i had.. but after i called andy and he called me as in my prev post, this kind of thing hilang sket..&lt;br /&gt;then, last nite it came again.. while lepaking kat mamak i feel like i wana call someone, but i didnt.. sumhow after balik, juz wen i think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       "sigh.. nothing to do. tdo je la"                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that person called me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       "hey, I singgah utp mlm ni.. I wana see u jap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eih? wats this. juz wen i think about him he suddenly appear. haha. we met n talked for about 5 - 10 minutes. pastu i tido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up, i still have that feeling. and here i thought after meeting that person i'l be myself again. i guess im wrong. myb because salah jumpa org? haha. i tried to kill that feeling by watching movies, series, animes, vclips, antm1o final (hoho!) but its still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, wen i have this feeling, the cure is smoking a ciggie. haha. but, i dah quit. this kind of feeling makes it hard to quit smoking. the craving is more than usual. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-3039528134499304430?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3039528134499304430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=3039528134499304430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/3039528134499304430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/3039528134499304430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/05/dub-dub-dub.html' title='dub dub dub'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-983957723716109328</id><published>2008-05-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:12:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit jiwa week</title><content type='html'>monday - study&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - first paper&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - study&lt;br /&gt;thursday - second paper&lt;br /&gt;friday - third paper&lt;br /&gt;saturday - fourth paper&lt;br /&gt;sunday -relax&lt;br /&gt;monday - study&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - final paper&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;thursday - doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;friday - doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 DAYS DOING NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;SAKIT JIWAAAAA!!~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called andy... he's having a booze...&lt;br /&gt;i wana talk to someone~...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-983957723716109328?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/983957723716109328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=983957723716109328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/983957723716109328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/983957723716109328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/05/sakit-jiwa-week.html' title='sakit jiwa week'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-2981510901686625904</id><published>2008-05-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:57:57.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thumbs up</title><content type='html'>Seems everyone these days is giving the thumbs-up, no matter the circumstances. Know the origin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death to gladiators&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thumbs-up gesture has its roots in &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/fromkennedytoclintonwhyeveryoneisthumbsup/27595698/SIG=11rb3qvrd/*http://www.livescience.com/history/071217-roman-town.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ancient Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; where gladiators would literally live or die by it. Pollice verso is the Latin term for the gesture, meaning "with a turned thumb."&lt;br /&gt;"It was a hand gesture that was used by the crowd to say if the gladiator should live or die after a fight," explains Lisa Slattery Rashotte, a sociologist at the University of North Carolina, Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing a sweaty sportsman wanted was a thumbs-up. While in modern times it has a positive meaning, back then it meant "get him out of here," or death, while a concealed thumb (considered thumbs-down) meant the gladiator lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;War ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During World War II, &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/storytext/fromkennedytoclintonwhyeveryoneisthumbsup/27595698/SIG=11sebjmh8/*http://www.livescience.com/history/080501-wwii-flying.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;American pilots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gave the thumbs-up a new spin.&lt;br /&gt;Pilots would use a thumbs-up to indicate they were ready to go up. That's how they would indicate to the crew that they were ready, that everything was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand motion spread across Europe and even parts of South America during the war.&lt;br /&gt;While many cheerful gestures have fallen out of popularity, such as the increasingly tired high-five and its really dated predecessor, gimme-five, the thumbs-up has kept a firm grip on cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media is one reason for the gesture's sticking power. With the thumbs-up and the pilots, you saw that image a lot. It was a positive image from a war situation that could be brought back home and put in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thumbs-up took a small hit in the 1950s and 1960s as anti-war sentiments took center stage and the peace sign became the more popular positive gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Fonz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sitcom "Happy Days," which first aired in 1974, likely revived the thumbs-up. The show's too-cool character Fonzie (Arthur Fonzarelli, played by Henry Winkler), often flipped both thumbs-up while flashing a dashing grin and delivering a gravelly "aaaaaaaay."&lt;br /&gt;With its widespread usage in the United States, the "everything is good" sign might be here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the U.S. know that thumbs-up means 'good job' or 'I agree' or 'things are good.' In our culture, it seems to be one of the more fundamental kinds of nonverbal communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other regions, the thumbs-up sign is also popular, though it can have various meanings. In Iran and Greece, it can be the equivalent of "flipping someone off". In India, the meaning changes depending on whether the gesture is accompanied by certain words or other hand movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;source- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/byline/fromkennedytoclintonwhyeveryoneisthumbsup/27595698/SIG=11nsdukp6/*http://www.space.com/php/contactus/feedback.php?r=jbr"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jeanna Bryner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;, Senior Writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/livescience/sc_livescience/byline/fromkennedytoclintonwhyeveryoneisthumbsup/27595698/SIG=10sog4vj6/*http://www.livescience.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LiveScience.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-2981510901686625904?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2981510901686625904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=2981510901686625904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/2981510901686625904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/2981510901686625904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/05/thumbs-up.html' title='thumbs up'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-3399627124117261189</id><published>2008-04-11T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:36:35.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Siltera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187915684364364466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_8t1AM3KrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T2O-yhsgC8s/s320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday (again!) I went to Silterra in Kulim Hi-Tech. It was a class trip. Going there to get the clear understanding of how working in clean rooms like. Silterra is a wafer foundry HQ in Malaysia with National Khazanah being the biggest shareholder. So I guess it's a Malaysian company? No? Correct me if I'm wrong. Oh ya.. wafer here is not food. hehehe. Look at the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187912948470196882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_8rVwM3KpI/AAAAAAAAACo/8XgTS9lEhTA/s320/P4090007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went there by UTP bus together with first year students who visited Infineon (another semiconductor fab).We started our trip at 8 am (I think) and arrived there at 11am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187914997169597090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_8tNAM3KqI/AAAAAAAAACw/fEwJoshVJdI/s320/P4090001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful young lady greeted us. I forgot her name. But she looks like a movie star. Haha. I don't have her pic though. She led us to an auditorium where we had a session with the Director CDEA, Manufacturing and Testing Engineer and HR lady. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187918652186766018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_8whwM3KsI/AAAAAAAAADA/xvbEs8XeEaE/s320/P4090003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that , they gave us fab tour. We have to wear bunny suits as the fab is in clean room. I don't have the pic to share how funny we were looking in that suit. But here lebih kurang la how we looked like that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_80dAM3KvI/AAAAAAAAADY/S9fJ-d17SVU/s1600-h/bun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187922968628898546" style="CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_80dAM3KvI/AAAAAAAAADY/S9fJ-d17SVU/s200/bun.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bunny suit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_80dQM3KwI/AAAAAAAAADg/rJXuJVhVAkQ/s1600-h/bunny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187922972923865858" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_80dQM3KwI/AAAAAAAAADg/rJXuJVhVAkQ/s200/bunny.JPG" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the name comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is class 100 clean room means there are only 100 particles per cm cube. However, as clean as it claims, I got infection in my eyes. My eyes turned red in the clean room and worsen when i enter a room with yellow light. Haiyo.. Sakit mata woo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187928741064944402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_85tAM3KxI/AAAAAAAAADo/cfOBvFqaA3g/s320/P4090012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187928753949846306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_85twM3KyI/AAAAAAAAADw/7hKkzG4Q34Q/s320/P4090018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187928758244813618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_85uAM3KzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WW0F7K2tubI/s320/P4090019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187928766834748226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_85ugM3K0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/g0LMX63_Pl0/s320/P4090025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pics in my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1048724038"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After jalan2 here and there at 4 or 5 pm, we were in the bus again. With my red eyes, I didn't enjoy the trip back to UTP. Haha. I went to clinic the next day, the doctor confirmed me that it was infection from the trip and now I'm not allowed to eat seafood, chicken, eggs, and belacan for two weeks...AARGGHH!!! What am I supposed to eat then??? Plain nasi???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-3399627124117261189?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3399627124117261189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=3399627124117261189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/3399627124117261189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/3399627124117261189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/04/visit-to-siltera.html' title='Visit to Siltera'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_8t1AM3KrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T2O-yhsgC8s/s72-c/untitled1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4695155669777574882.post-1267481624918603025</id><published>2008-04-05T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:17:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplanned Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185565702334233202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bUiC8UunI/AAAAAAAAABg/nrtZOBnYiUU/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, I went to Teluk Batik to have a birthday picnic. Not my birthday though. haha. It's weird actually going to Teluk Batik in day time as I usually go there at night. Now I know it's so much livelier during day time. There are stalls and shops selling stuff such as gifts, keychain, those flowery shorts and shirts. Families with kids swimming in the ocean. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since it was a picnic, so we tapau our food from KFC. While eating, 6 or 7 cats surrounded us meowing for food. So cute. Unfortunately I don’t have the pic to share. I was so excited I went jumping around on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bU_y8UuoI/AAAAAAAAABo/AWILlcha2Us/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185566213435341442" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bU_y8UuoI/AAAAAAAAABo/AWILlcha2Us/s200/Image033.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bVAS8UupI/AAAAAAAAABw/TwW3Hul_eaA/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185566222025276050" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bVAS8UupI/AAAAAAAAABw/TwW3Hul_eaA/s200/Image034.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bVAi8UuqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1M9MWC-h1Hw/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185566226320243362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bVAi8UuqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/1M9MWC-h1Hw/s200/Image040.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......... ............................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bXUS8UurI/AAAAAAAAACA/of43l3EAQ1I/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185568764645915314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bXUS8UurI/AAAAAAAAACA/of43l3EAQ1I/s200/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............. .........................&lt;/span&gt; Nak balik dah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;................ .....................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bXUS8UusI/AAAAAAAAACI/V8QB3o0Sdjk/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185568764645915330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bXUS8UusI/AAAAAAAAACI/V8QB3o0Sdjk/s200/Image043.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......... ............... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;There's a rainbow in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bT0S8UulI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ABgbOkwbbh8/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bT0S8UumI/AAAAAAAAABY/cWKgMyu8eHs/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the weirdest thing I have ever seen is the pic below. Can you guess what happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185572136195242722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_baYi8UuuI/AAAAAAAAACY/RRDDEos_yKE/s320/Image047_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bTEC8UujI/AAAAAAAAABA/uf5Qz7gqd78/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 girls in Bike A and a guy in Bike B. That guy was actually taking video of the 2 girls with his hand phone. At first I thought “Maybe they are friends”. But since the scenario was too weird, so we kept on watching. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then it became creepier. The guy tried to talk to them but bravely the girls acted as if the guy wasn’t there. The guy rode his bike next to them for more than 10 minutes which I think is a very dangerous thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until at a junction where the girls turned right and the guy followed. Then I don’t know what happen. Maybe the girls went to police station. Geesh… Scary.. If I were one of the girls, maybe I’ll kick his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, please be gentlemen. Don’t scare girls like that. You have manners, don’t you? Ask nicely if you want her to be your friend. I hope nothing happen to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bTEC8UukI/AAAAAAAAABI/93fpV6PHCJg/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4695155669777574882-1267481624918603025?l=marmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1267481624918603025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4695155669777574882&amp;postID=1267481624918603025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/1267481624918603025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4695155669777574882/posts/default/1267481624918603025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-wednesday-i-went-to-teluk-batik-to.html' title='Unplanned Picnic'/><author><name>marmemoir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00354844310050231728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R-r3Ti8UudI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uc2v5NkK-Hw/S220/Image038.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0zyOoBDnpHs/R_bUiC8UunI/AAAAAAAAABg/nrtZOBnYiUU/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
