<?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-9203401864888316018</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:03:46.461-08:00</updated><category term='gelak'/><category term='Sukses'/><category term='ketawa'/><category term='lawak'/><category term='kelakar'/><category term='First day'/><category term='lol'/><title type='text'>Shima's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-5803862379224299307</id><published>2012-01-30T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:05:01.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88luBurAYuo/TydoJGPeNzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/p-JRfi5Z1RY/s1600/goal-objective-setting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88luBurAYuo/TydoJGPeNzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/p-JRfi5Z1RY/s400/goal-objective-setting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703641958591641394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the new year and I need a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not a new year's resolution, coz i know I'll procrastinate or cheat my way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to hit the gym AGAIN. It’s been months since I’ve seen the inside of the gym. Getting sick, family crisis, overtime at work and school papers that needed to get finished all kept me from exercising. &lt;br /&gt;Now, the question is: how do I start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self -- I will commit myself for the whole month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting February, I will make a commitment to go every day (even just for 20 minutes) for one month. This will solidify the exercise habit. By making a commitment I'll take pressure off myself in the first weeks back of deciding whether to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I want to buy all the NECESSARY stuff that I have been holding back for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self -- buy that Olympus Camera battery and that straight-cut jeans. I needed new tudung and brooches and some nice blouse oh yeah, a nice sling bag that i've been eyeing for so long..haha.. haih shopping spree la pulak.. budget, budget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jumping onto the next stepping stone. Honestly, even though it's early to make such decision, my instinct says that this is what I must do. So, I'll make an effort to find a way. Hopefully, in the mid of this year, I can make that leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self -- Learn how to be happy with what you have while you pursue all that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Finance boost and management. This is a long-term plan and it's a hard one too. I have heavier responsibility and it's so easy to fall off track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self -- Money isn't everything--but it's a long way ahead of what comes next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-5803862379224299307?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/5803862379224299307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=5803862379224299307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5803862379224299307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5803862379224299307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-to-do-list.html' title='2012 To Do List'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88luBurAYuo/TydoJGPeNzI/AAAAAAAAAsE/p-JRfi5Z1RY/s72-c/goal-objective-setting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-4935475674757087812</id><published>2011-07-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:44:24.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learn to let go and let God lead the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVPX3ng5ye0/TiUzwB-agFI/AAAAAAAAApY/NM0YCfTJzig/s1600/tumblr_lacx3jsuPp1qaro8po1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVPX3ng5ye0/TiUzwB-agFI/AAAAAAAAApY/NM0YCfTJzig/s320/tumblr_lacx3jsuPp1qaro8po1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630963809353629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Why compare yourself with others? No one in the entire world can do a better job of being you than you.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the circumstances wouldn’t change until I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by entertaining this toxic emotion was getting me nowhere but  deeper in my hole of self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was when jealousy and I parted  ways, leading me to some very powerful realizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realization #1: Being anything less than happy for others was blocking my own chance at success and happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Frowning on another person’s good fortune doesn’t feel good; therefore,  it can’t be creating good things. Feeling excited for someone feels  good; therefore, it can help create more good things, for me and for  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realization #2: Seeing the positive experiences other people were having opened me up to the possibilities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;There is always enough to go around if I believe it is so. I simply have to claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realization #3: Everything is temporary, and the tables are constantly turning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Circumstances are constantly changing, so to spend a great deal of time  and energy fretting over them or wishing for something different is,  frankly, a waste.&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realization #4: Appreciating “what is” makes what “could be” even sweeter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Maybe I don’t have the career success or relationship satisfaction of  those around me, but by working through anything that is less than  ideal, I'm achieving something great: growth. And growth will make  room for the changes I’ve been waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-4935475674757087812?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/4935475674757087812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=4935475674757087812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4935475674757087812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4935475674757087812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-learn-to-let-go-and-let-god-lead-way.html' title='I learn to let go and let God lead the way'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVPX3ng5ye0/TiUzwB-agFI/AAAAAAAAApY/NM0YCfTJzig/s72-c/tumblr_lacx3jsuPp1qaro8po1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-2032984357661403562</id><published>2011-07-18T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T02:33:18.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty unpretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRUVCjeVaVw/TiP04imNH7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/AbceddhqX9c/s1600/not-perfect.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRUVCjeVaVw/TiP04imNH7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/AbceddhqX9c/s320/not-perfect.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630613211340152754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I can't let go, it's jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart-wrenching feeling is something that I'm afraid to admit. Something that I'm ashamed of exposing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'll just be the childish me, mulling over all the ridiculous things that allowed me to drown in jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cracks knuckles* Let's start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous to those who knows that they're right on track, who's succesful and happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of pretty girls, with symmetrical faces, fair skin, perfect body who poses perfectly in front of the camera no matter which way they turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of the outspoken lady who is not afraid to be loud and high-pitched without even bothered whether anyone is annoyed with them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of some people who can just shoot out anything that they wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of petite girls, who can wear whatever they want, look as young forever and people seem to adore them coz of their cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of people who doesn't care about common sense, or whether they are shallow about an issue - the kind that always say "ye ke? apa-apa je la eh?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of couples who are not 'malu' to make a statement that they're a couple.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of girls who camwhore sexily (I do, seriously :P)&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of people who smiles and laughs openly&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of people with perfect family&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of people who gets everything without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I think that sums it up.. Immature, I know =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But jealousy is a sneaky thing. It'll cripple my self-esteem, make me drown in my overwhelming grief -- a pot-stirrer who pokes at my ego reminding me of the things that I don't have, the experiences that I don't have, the life that I wished I'd had.. well basically everything that makes me feel 'less than'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spent most of my time wallowing in comparisons, staring longingly at pictures of beautiful people, watching most girls spending their parent's money or PTPTN money on the things they like, clothes or a vacation, and picturing myself in the beautiful homes that others had the ability to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy keeps me rooted firmly to a place -- a place of thoughts filled with 'if only'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-2032984357661403562?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/2032984357661403562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=2032984357661403562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2032984357661403562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2032984357661403562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-feel-pretty-unpretty.html' title='I feel pretty unpretty'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aRUVCjeVaVw/TiP04imNH7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/AbceddhqX9c/s72-c/not-perfect.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-1408091135106807619</id><published>2011-07-04T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:31:26.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new career path</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIRugwxMuJ4/ThG6iCmKY_I/AAAAAAAAApI/2h-XSLcf8Pg/s1600/13841-important_factor_consideration_choosing_new_job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIRugwxMuJ4/ThG6iCmKY_I/AAAAAAAAApI/2h-XSLcf8Pg/s320/13841-important_factor_consideration_choosing_new_job.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625482503537714162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career path? A stepping stone actually, I don't plan to settle down to this editorial job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm counting on the PTD position. I went to the 3rd and final assesment in June, the interview. It was a 3 hours wait to be interviewed and 40 minutes of interviewing session. Haha, good that I'm working for tv news to keep myself updated. Result will be out this month, 18 July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now an editor for RTM English TV news for TV2. The job is fine, good pay, not much office politics going around, spacious office and good bunch of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving from Serendah that tires me. A 1 hour 30 minutes drive. Fffuuu.. I'm living in my aunt's house, spacious, atas bukit, nice view, but too far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently asked question: Y didn't u sewa somewhere in KL? I'll just toss them a smile and said I owe my aunt for her hospitality, didn't want to be rude by moving out so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I'm hoping for the PTD result to come out. Don't wanna migrate here and there so much. If I get the PTD job, I'll find a permanent place. If i dun get it, I'll find a house to rent, nearer to RTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and uncle, they are like my parents here. Even my grandma is here to visit me. Mama pulak is always visiting on weekends. And Anas took care of me in KL, hantar bekal la, sending me home if i finish work late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job is kinda tiring. I have two shifts and sometimes I'll be working 7 days straight, with one day leave and then 7 days straight again [like today].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a jerk sometimes. For almost two months I've only seen Kung, Darren and Vinu. I didn't meet Nat, my other UTAR friends, Izaty, and my friends from school. All I care about was my shifts and my job.. I just don't have the time.. I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans and dreams.. And everyday I wished that what I'm chasing after will benefit me, not pushing the ones I love away from me. I've already lose some of them.. But so far so good.. Chaiyokk for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-1408091135106807619?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/1408091135106807619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=1408091135106807619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/1408091135106807619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/1408091135106807619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-new-career-path.html' title='It&apos;s a new career path'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIRugwxMuJ4/ThG6iCmKY_I/AAAAAAAAApI/2h-XSLcf8Pg/s72-c/13841-important_factor_consideration_choosing_new_job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-2579198625797334308</id><published>2011-05-11T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T01:34:34.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know myself better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpnhod8ILH4/TcpGWwTlX3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/kavIYtHj4n8/s1600/sm-a2.yimg.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpnhod8ILH4/TcpGWwTlX3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/kavIYtHj4n8/s320/sm-a2.yimg.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605370042954112882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness is suffocating me these past few weeks. Two weeks ago I told my boss that I'm leaving the job for RTM. He fully supported me but he still expressed his sadness each and every day. His daily routine phrase will start of like "when you're not here" "when you're gone" "I'm going out to wallow in ice-cream and fries, be back soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major nervousness! The PTD result is supposed to be out this week. I checked for my result day and night like a mad oerson but it's not out yet. Urgh, the uncertainty is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous about moving too.. I have become too attached with my house in Malacca that the thought of putting one item into one box will result in me looking spaciously outside, not wanting to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous about my new job. Keep telling myself that it's for the better; that I get to meet my friends and hang out with my cousins in KL. Better career opportunity, bla bla bla.. But there's a difference between being optimistic and being in denial ya know.. Honestly, I don't know what's the difference.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous about a my special plan that's suppose to be held next year... Nervous, nervous, nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to prevent myself from 'losing it', might as well remind myself about me. Took a quiz and here's my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you  are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you  will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that  usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You  don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't  necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many  people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right  person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might  that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite  sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have  admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing  someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job  with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a  regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at  the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give  up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others  see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other  people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good  advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues.  Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a  problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-2579198625797334308?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/2579198625797334308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=2579198625797334308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2579198625797334308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2579198625797334308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/05/getting-to-know-myself-better.html' title='Getting to know myself better'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rpnhod8ILH4/TcpGWwTlX3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/kavIYtHj4n8/s72-c/sm-a2.yimg.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-2538189044176831919</id><published>2011-04-22T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:06:34.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Bersedih.. tapi Redhalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAkzrsnG6To/TbExON9Re3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/bB79sa3U1CQ/s1600/Muslimah8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAkzrsnG6To/TbExON9Re3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/bB79sa3U1CQ/s320/Muslimah8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598309932132825970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jangan bersedih.. tapi redhalah.. these are the words of advice people keep telling me today.. I am redha.. but it will take me some time to process that information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mum called telling me my grandmother (paternal side) passed away. I couldn't believe my ears. It was just last week we went back to Kelantan to see her. She was bedridden due to minor stroke, she looked so small and petite.. I couldn't stand to look at her that way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asleep when I came.. but when I got nearer she woke up, quickly reaching her other hand to me, calling my name.. well she tried too.. she couldn't speak properly after the stroke. Her eyes full of tears, miming to me "you came to see me Ima? I missed you..." I understood and nodded. She slowly pulled my hand near her cheek and cried.. The she said "Tok ma dah tak lama, Tok Ma minta maaf"... I told her that I am her granddaughter, no need to apologize for anything, "you'll be fine Tok Ma, don't talk nonsense".. I gave her some water and massaged her feet.. "You just need to move bit by bit and you'll be fine".. She looked at me and my mom without saying anything.. trying to smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited her for two days (Sat &amp;amp; Sun) and we had to leave Kelantan before Monday starts. She didn't want us to go, afraid that she'll never see us again.. My mum assured her that she'll be fine and that we'll hire someone who can help take care and massage her. She signalled me for a hug and I hugged her. I told her not to worry Papa will visit her again next Saturday. She said that I'm the only granddaughter that she has.. "I know Tok Ma, I love you too.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;No more tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a week before... today she's not here anymore.. I just can't grasp that.. I keep thinking what went wrong? She was fine, the stroke didn't look as serious... I feel so useless that I can't do much for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Redha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is sedekah the verses of the Qur'an for her. May Allah bless and pardon her.. I miss you Tok Ma... thank you for loving me and praying for me all this while.. I thank Allah for blessing me with the ni'mat of such wonderful people in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-2538189044176831919?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/2538189044176831919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=2538189044176831919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2538189044176831919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2538189044176831919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/04/jangan-bersedih-tapi-redhalah.html' title='Jangan Bersedih.. tapi Redhalah'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAkzrsnG6To/TbExON9Re3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/bB79sa3U1CQ/s72-c/Muslimah8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-4128147865633113140</id><published>2011-04-21T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T06:43:51.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PTD Assessment Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrR6EwLIGF4/TbA0jK6XElI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O3w8TSA8ZhE/s1600/exam-ptd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrR6EwLIGF4/TbA0jK6XElI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O3w8TSA8ZhE/s320/exam-ptd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598032115650728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you asked me, so, how's the PTD exam? I just didn't know how to explain it coz it's a looong story. But I found this website that explains on what I went through at the PAC (PTD Assessment Centre). I'm still waiting for the result, don't know if I "sukacita" or "dukacita" yet. But any of you who want to give it a shot, here's the general idea on what I went through in the 2nd assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://tipsptd.com/blog/introspeksi-pac-mac-2011/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sedikit sorotan sesi Assessment Center dalam tempoh 10 tahun terakhir ini;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebelum 2008, penilaian &lt;strong&gt;3 hari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2008 sehingga 2010, penilaian &lt;strong&gt;1 hari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mac 2011, penilaian &lt;strong&gt;2 hari ---- (Mine took 2 days, food and accommodation all paid for, my room was super nice with a view :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi sayugia dimaklumi bahawa penilaian  era awal Assessment Center lebih mencabar daripada era pasca 2000.  Format ini sentiasa berubah untuk mengekalkan tahap ‘eksklusif’ dan  sulit penilaian ini yang menjadi penunjuk aras ‘prestij’ jawatan Pegawai  Tadbir dan Diplomatik. Bagi yang layak mendudukinya, ucapkan TAHNIAH  kepada diri anda kerana inilah laluan kepada jawatan ‘keramat’ dalam  jajaran ‘Perkhidmatan Awam’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Secara umumnya format baru kali ini  lebih kepada kerjasama kumpulan. Seawal sesi lagi sudah dibahagikan  kepada kumpulan dan semua aktiviti sepanjang 2 hari penilaian adalah  dalam kumpulan. Secara umumnya penilaian dicerakinkan dalam beberapa  juzuk aktiviti yang merangkumi;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perbincangan kumpulan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(My group discussed on Gangsterism)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penyelesaian masalah berbentuk permainan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(We were given IQ riddles that needed to be solved physically and systematically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perancangan berdasarkan masalah/tugasan yang diberi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Our team took the role of landscape designers which we have to brainstorm a situation based on the client's preference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aktiviti fizikal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2.4km run + aerobic dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pembentangan tugasan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Individual task - My topic was on Healthy Lifestyle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kreativiti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(We were given a few recyclable items and were asked to come up with an innovative, futuristic product. We need to make it, present it and prove that out 'futuristic junk' works, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mempertahankan idea &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I forgot about this one, but there was a task on handling a big event in Putrajaya. We were supposed to come up with itinerary, program schedules, teams and activities within 15mins. The facilitator will critic on it and it's up to us to defend our ideas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ada &lt;strong&gt;beberapa aktiviti yang dipecahkan kepada dua sesi&lt;/strong&gt;, satu dalam Bahasa Melayu dan satu lagi dalam Bahasa Inggeris &lt;em&gt;(i.e perbincangan kumpulan)&lt;/em&gt;.  Jadi kemampuan berbahasa dinilai sepenuhnya dalam aktiviti sepanjang 2  hari ini. Pembentangan tugasan dilakukan sepenuhnya dalam Bahasa  Inggeris&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Satu tambahan tugasan yang buat pertama  kalinya dilakukan dalam penilaian pasca tahun 2000 adalah sesi  pembentangan tugasan di mana satu sesi khusus 3 jam diberikan untuk  pembahagian tajuk dan kajian boleh dilakukan menggunakan internet talian  sendiri atau di makmal komputer pusat penilaian. Ianya satu &lt;strong&gt;implimentasi gerak kerja terancang&lt;/strong&gt; yang harus ada pada setiap pegawai PTD (rancang dengan teliti sebelum perlaksanaan)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramai yang takut pada aktiviti fizikal,  dan anda sewajarkan gentar. Ianya adalah gabungan kerjasama kumpulan dan  larian 2.4KM. Jika anda perasan ianya adalah adaptasi (bukan gabungan)  penilaian fizikal format 1 hari &lt;em&gt;(senamrobik, aerobik berirama, larian) &lt;/em&gt;dan 3 hari &lt;em&gt;(larian 2.4KM)&lt;/em&gt;, jadi boleh dikatakan ianya lebih komprehensif dan lebih memenatkan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Perkara yang paling menarik perhatian ialah aktiviti perbincangan kumpulan yang menggunakan &lt;strong&gt;keratan sumber akhbar!&lt;/strong&gt; Kita selalu diingatkan sedari awal sesi peperiksaan bertulis untuk &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;banyak membaca akhbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yeah, that is basically what I did on those 2 days. For me, it was challenging, fun, stressful and it was a meaningful experience.&lt;/span&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/9203401864888316018-4128147865633113140?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/4128147865633113140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=4128147865633113140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4128147865633113140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4128147865633113140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/04/ptd-assessment-centre.html' title='PTD Assessment Centre'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YrR6EwLIGF4/TbA0jK6XElI/AAAAAAAAAoY/O3w8TSA8ZhE/s72-c/exam-ptd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-9065233988310392810</id><published>2011-03-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:24:52.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Malacca Life (For Now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrMp3gC_5k/TYLO3R738II/AAAAAAAAAoI/CRLAGUWfXps/s1600/Melaka_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585253936995496066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrMp3gC_5k/TYLO3R738II/AAAAAAAAAoI/CRLAGUWfXps/s320/Melaka_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm in the office. Feeling like blogging. Besides, today is Friday; so not much to do. The boss hasn't come in yet, so I'm flipping through magazines to kill time for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My current work life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm working in Malacca and I like it here. Everyone is so laid back, no traffic jam which means driving is a breeze and the food here is awesome and everything here is super cheap! I'm working in Banda Hilir, the town side of Malacca and tourists flock here everyday for sightseeing, eateries and shopping. For me, it's just a walking distance from my workplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My working hours here is very flexible. Either from 10am-5pm or 12pm-7pm. Depending on whether I have classes / board of directors meeting that day or not. Other than that I'll just do some paperwork and when I'm bored I'll head off to Dataran Pahlawan Mall or Mahkota Parade to jalan2, hehe. On Saturday is even more cool - I'll work from 10am-1pm and then it's my weekend getaway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in Malacca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems to be excited whenever they visit me here. I'll be super excited too coz I get to share my new place with them. The rides here are cool, water place for kids is only RM3 for the whole day and you can shop till you drop. If you're bored of shopping malls just head over for a snapshot or two at the nearest tourists attractions and at night, enjoy the famous ikan bakar place nearby or stroll along the Malacca Canal for a romantic evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People around me in Malacca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rented out a room in Taman Seri Duyong with another housemate. The house is spacious and clean. I've decided not to take the house which the company wanted to give me coz my boss wanted to live there to. I felt uncomfortable at the thought of that so I lived elsewhere. My housemate, Izaty was great, we clicked immediately but we didn't meet and talk that much due to her working in shifts. But I try to have an outing with her once in a while. Recently she moved to KL so it's just me alone in the house. Already rented a new house nearby. Guess how much the rent for a house in Malacca that I got? RM 250. And the company's paying. Cool huh? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss is a saint. Super nice person you'll ever meet. If my family came down for a visit, he'll insist of taking them out to dinner. He'll buy me snacks during work and he's very concerned about my well-being. If I have somewhere to go on that day, he'll insist me on leaving as early as noon and not count it as an off-day. He'll also remind me of my prayer time although he's a non-muslim himself. The directors are great too. They're the ones who drove me around town if I wanted to get something done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca people are super nice and friendly. Everyone (and I mean everyone) speaks Malay fluently. And most Malays here speaks Mandarin too. It's like a mixture of culture where everyone is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a nutshell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I'm not bragging; I'm just happy. I guess I have found what I was looking for. Btw, the PTD exam is tomorrow. A 2 days 1 night thingy. This is another career advancement for me. I hope everything turns out well for me with this one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-9065233988310392810?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/9065233988310392810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=9065233988310392810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/9065233988310392810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/9065233988310392810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-malacca-life-for-now.html' title='My Malacca Life (For Now)'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrMp3gC_5k/TYLO3R738II/AAAAAAAAAoI/CRLAGUWfXps/s72-c/Melaka_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-5954278536036637369</id><published>2011-02-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:51:04.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TVVaytZyrlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/vBRwHgBm_SM/s1600/petua-hilangkan-hanyir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TVVaytZyrlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/vBRwHgBm_SM/s320/petua-hilangkan-hanyir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572459941168590418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://ms.shvoong.com/medicine-and-health/alternative-medicine/1987493-lagi-aneka-petua-khasiat-buah/"&gt;this website &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHASIAT BUAH-BUAHAN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Terkadangkala khasiat buah-buahan ini, jika diamalkan lebih  mujarab daripada ubat-ubat yang mahal-mahal harganya di pasaran. Tetapi  sebab kita tak tahu nak menggunakannya, sekadar tahu memakannya sahaja,  tidaklah kita mendapat lebihan kemanfaatannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  TOMATO  merawat parut Jerawat Batu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Gunakan sebiji tomato yang masak ranum, lumatkan dan campurkan  dengan putih telor. Sapukan pada wajah yang ada parut jerawat batu dua  kali sehari pagi dan malam. Lakukan selalu untuk mendapatkan hasil  memuaskan.InsyaAllah dengan izin Allah parut jerawat akan hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.   AIR BASUHAN BERAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt; Menjadikan Kulit Putih dan GEBU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ambil air basuhan beras dan sapukan keseluruh badan sebelum mandi.  Biarkan dalam tempuh 10 minit hingga kering kemudian gosokkan dengan  span mandi. Amalkan setiap hari.  InsyaAllah dengan izin Allah kulit  anda akan putih, Gebu dan menggiurkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3     KULIT LEMBUT,LICIN DAN LEMBAB BERSERI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ambilkan sedikit madu lebah ( Madu asli ) sapukan pada wajah dan  biarkan 15 - 20 minit. Kemudian bersihkan dengan air dan keringkan.  Hasilnya kulit wajah anda akan menjadi licin, lembut dan berseri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.    LIMAU NIPIS Hilangkan Bintik Hitam dan Putih pada Wajah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Caranya tumbuk seulas bawang putih hingga lumat dan campurkan  bersama perahan air limau nipis, gaulkan bersama putih telor. Lebih baik  jika telor ayam kampong. Lekapkan bancuhan bahan tadi kepada wajah yang  berbintik-bintik ( Lebih baik ditempekkan menggunakan tisu ) biarkan  hingga kering kemudian cuci dengan air suam. Lakukan selalu untuk hasil  yang tinggi. InsyaAllah bintik-bintik pada wajah akan hilang  beransur-ansur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.     Daun Sirih &amp;amp; Limau Kasturi/Limau Nipis Memulihkan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;Kulit Perut Berlipat-Lipat ( Terutama bagi Wanita yang telah beranak ramai )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Sediakan satu sudu kapur sirih, dauh sirih, minyak kayu putih  dan satu sudu air perahan limau nipis/kasturi. Semua bahan tersebut  dilumatkan dan disapukan keperut yang berlipat-lipat tersebut. Lakukan  setiap hari. InsyaAllah dengan izin Allah kulit perut menjadi tegang dan  hilang lipatannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*      Sampai disini dahulu berkaitan khasiat buah-buahan dan akan  disambung pada abstrak akan datang dengan khasiat buahan yang lain pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat mencuba dan mendapatkan hasil yang sempurna. Mudah-mudahan anda semua sentiasa mendapat rahmat Allah S.W.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  Tingkatkan amalan baik, Tinggalkan amalan buruk "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  HEBAT, SESUNGGUHNYA HEBAT "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-5954278536036637369?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/5954278536036637369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=5954278536036637369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5954278536036637369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5954278536036637369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/02/petua.html' title='Petua'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TVVaytZyrlI/AAAAAAAAAoA/vBRwHgBm_SM/s72-c/petua-hilangkan-hanyir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-716623488103993976</id><published>2011-01-23T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:24:07.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay-happy-go-lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TTzsRC_Ba-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/QozhRt2Ji2c/s1600/3314507254_d052e1c902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TTzsRC_Ba-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/QozhRt2Ji2c/s320/3314507254_d052e1c902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565583017126226914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to hold on to this motto for a while. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, new update. I've got a job. Lame how I would post this on my blog, but who cares, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I'm gonna leave home for Malacca soon. Probably by this week or the next. In the meantime, I've got a workload of paperwork to finish and I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to teach English at a language centre in Malacca and at the same time, I was given the responsibility of managing the place along with my boss. The place is reopening and the boss is confident that I'm capable of doing both. He's willing to offer me a satisfactory benefit package for all of my work. Hurm.. I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not enough, I was provided an 3-roomed-apartment in Malacca for my own convenient. Rent, utilities and furniture will be paid by the company. The apartment has a security guard, a swimming pool and parking spaces. The only thing I'm excited about is inviting friends and family to the new house and party! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malacca is a new place for me. But from what I can process from the place, I think I can live a life there. The apartment is directly opposite of the heart of Malacca shopping town. I can just walk to the nearest mall and cycle to work. Nyonya cuisines and tourist attractions are just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm very excited and nervous at the same time. All I hope is that I will always have my friends and family to support me in every step that I take. Let's hope for the best in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-716623488103993976?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/716623488103993976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=716623488103993976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/716623488103993976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/716623488103993976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/01/stay-happy-go-lucky.html' title='Stay-happy-go-lucky'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TTzsRC_Ba-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/QozhRt2Ji2c/s72-c/3314507254_d052e1c902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-4072348844087201739</id><published>2011-01-09T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:33:05.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lucky crab for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TSqLURHWuZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YA2fRvuElkk/s1600/whimsy-bike-career.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TSqLURHWuZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YA2fRvuElkk/s320/whimsy-bike-career.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560409870250195346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Googled my horoscope and this is what I found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Cancer Horoscope 2011 will be a landmark year. You will feel empowered, smart &amp;amp; in-control of things this year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indastro.com/horoscope/haffi-annual.php?sign=Cancer"&gt;2011 Cancer Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, I'm a lucky crab. There's even a date planned out throughout my lucky year too. How fascinating! (I know I'm not supposed to believe this stuff.. and I'm not. I just think that it's super fun to read and somehow, it drives my motivation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Okay, crabby's planner for 2011&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Now till 2 May 2011: Business abilities and hard work would be rewarded well. Chances of new romantic interest, an interesting phase in love as well as professional matters. Guard against negative thoughts overall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7th May 2011: Luck will favour you this year. Overseas travel will bring happiness and gains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 8th May 2011: But after this date, you will get into a phase of hard work, which will be fulfilling, but not very gainful from the commercial point of view. You will grow in stature, responsibilities and authority. Get the maximum of work done now. You will reach closure on projects faster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 Nov 2011: New areas of growth, higher confidence and an inherent dynamism in work as well as personal life would exist. You will gain due to your ability to collaborate. Spouse could be distant and uninvolved. Still, you will be active and make up by being super busy and developing multiple new areas now. Domestic clouds could come up, avoid changes in residence and major career moves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16 Nov - 31 Dec 201: Difficult times as strength and support of previous few months would go down. Control speech and verbal aggression towards coworkers. Avoid impulsive purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Honestly, I'm seeing progression here and there in my life at the start of 2011. I'm feeling hopeful for things to come my way. The past two weeks, I've received, went and undergone several job interviews in KL. Going to and fro KL is so tiring but I had to if I wanna gain something in my life. Among the jobs were PA to CEO, English Lecturer in KLMU, translator position for ITNM and news writer for RTM. I've fulfilled all the interviews and tasks required for these jobs for the last 2 weeks and I'm still waiting for an answer. I'm aiming for the RTM job. Hope I'm lucky enough to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PTD job is still a long way ahead. There are still 2 more phases to go; the assessment and the job interview. I reckon it's gonna take 1 1/2 months before I receive the letter for the assessment. And if I pass (result is out after a month), another 1 1/2 for the job interview. If I get the job, (result out after a month.. again) I'll have to go for a 7 month-training, traveling  to each govt dept all over Malaysia. That's like waiting for almost a year to get a job confirmation! Sigh, the things I do to define myself ''successful''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in between all that time, I need to find a good job. Something that defines me. No more grabbing any jobs just because I can. This time, I want a career. The horoscope thingy above better be right, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: For Anas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my #1 fan. You were always there for me, through my good and worst times. You're a great supporter and motivator. You have so much faith in me and your patience and honesty touch me deeply. You're the best person anyone could ever met and nobody can replace you. I'm glad that we stayed together through all these times because I could never appreciate someone else as I did with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-4072348844087201739?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/4072348844087201739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=4072348844087201739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4072348844087201739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4072348844087201739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-lucky-crab-for-2011.html' title='I&apos;m a lucky crab for 2011'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TSqLURHWuZI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YA2fRvuElkk/s72-c/whimsy-bike-career.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-2481217416873354783</id><published>2010-12-25T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T04:43:34.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, something for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TRXjgT0EvgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ifv738_c7Ck/s1600/Pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TRXjgT0EvgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ifv738_c7Ck/s320/Pooh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554595859645382146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In reply to my last post, the PTD exam result is out, and I passed. Yippee!! What a relief! Okay, the next in my waiting list is a letter that will tell me when and where I'll have my training for the PTD position. Oooh, this is sooo exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, finally something for me. I'll do the best I can in life. I experienced my ups and downs and I get jealous of people alot. I always felt that I'm just not enough. This time, it's my turn. I hope that any step I take would be able to turn my life around into something better. I don't wanna be rich or be the boss of everybody.. No, it's not that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my life and financial status has stabilised, I want Mama to live her life. She's been living her life all for me.. Now it's my turn to give her what was supposed to be hers a long time ago. I want to 'berbakti' to Papa.. I want to provide for Uncle.. I want to take care of Mek, Tok Ma and my Mak angkat.. Let's see how my life takes it's course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah sentiasa memberkati diriku, memperluaskan rezekiku, memelihara imanku dan menjaga orang-orang yang aku sayangi. Amin... Sesungguhnya Allah penentu segalanya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-2481217416873354783?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/2481217416873354783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=2481217416873354783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2481217416873354783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2481217416873354783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-something-for-me.html' title='Finally, something for me'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TRXjgT0EvgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ifv738_c7Ck/s72-c/Pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-4521532784083059094</id><published>2010-12-21T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:14:35.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TRGzLX9h9MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cBr2DPGCbRk/s1600/928%2BHappy%2BBunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TRGzLX9h9MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cBr2DPGCbRk/s320/928%2BHappy%2BBunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553416823516558530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my driving test, with just one try! I'm soo good (bleach). Well, let's hope I can get a better job soon so that I can own a car of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call today from Otomotif College. Offered me a PA to CEO position. *Gulp* sounds tough. And I couldn't remember when I applied for this position. Maybe I did it when I was so desperate in finding a job, haha. Gotta google my job application again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the interview will be next week. Don't know if I could get it. The position sounded convincing enough for me to start a career. The PTD result will be out in 2 days. Hope I get it that one too. But if I got it, kesian Mama kena duduk rumah sorang2. Any choice I have to make would involve me living in KL. Agaknya rezeki kat KL kot. But I wanna support her. I wanna do all the things in the world for her. I wanna make Mama proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we'll see how everything turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-4521532784083059094?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/4521532784083059094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=4521532784083059094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4521532784083059094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4521532784083059094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/12/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TRGzLX9h9MI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cBr2DPGCbRk/s72-c/928%2BHappy%2BBunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-3104611393525198415</id><published>2010-12-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:06:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I could repaint it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQ7j1gei5xI/AAAAAAAAAnI/b17seKmHelY/s1600/sad-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQ7j1gei5xI/AAAAAAAAAnI/b17seKmHelY/s320/sad-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552625898985023250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm having a serious mood swing. Felt really sad today. Felt gloomy. Felt that I have nothing better to do. Feels like everything looks and feels so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a new hobby. Claying. It's great. It releases my stress, initiate creativity. Honestly, I didn't know I have it in me. All this is impossible without the support of Mama and Anas. These are the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I don't feel like claying. I wanted to create more cute figures, figurines, paper holder and stuff but I just don't feel like it. Instead, I felt like crying.. I think I miss my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I feel so alone. While peeking into my friends' blog and facebook, suddenly I remember that back then, only they can make me feel so alive. I miss them so much.. I couldn't stop thinking about them.. each and every minute, they're always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends: Sue Peng, Fiona and Sydney. They're so precious to me.. yet, I've lost them.. just like that. And it's all my fault.. There's nothing I could do to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I know them by heart. What each of their interests are, how they would laugh at a joke, and what ticks them off. They're beautiful people. My life was so colourful when they're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the third year, a lot of bad things happen to me that I couldn't handle. I had a lot of problems, I became out of control and I hurt them accidentally. I tried to apologize, but the only thing I did was make it worse. They were hurt and angry so they hurled comments on their blog and Facebook which only crushed my insides while they grew darker. It was all my fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third year... Oh, how I wish I could repaint it. At that time, I had to move, the place where I stayed sucked so much until I hated going back right after class. My housemates are even worse with their attitude problem. Financial and health weren't on my side. Socially, I had no friends, I had only my besties back then but after the fight, I just feel like I don't deserve anyone. So I punished myself, walking alone everyday with repressed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I still pray for the best things in life to come their way. I just hope that wherever they are, they're smiling and that no one could hurt them..the way I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-3104611393525198415?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/3104611393525198415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=3104611393525198415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/3104611393525198415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/3104611393525198415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-i-could-repaint-it.html' title='Wish I could repaint it'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQ7j1gei5xI/AAAAAAAAAnI/b17seKmHelY/s72-c/sad-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-5944463311666755281</id><published>2010-12-01T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:52:45.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Forrest Gump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TPcXdqMAuBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SqEEuLwWCuE/s1600/Forrest-Gump-forrestgump-tom-hanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TPcXdqMAuBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SqEEuLwWCuE/s320/Forrest-Gump-forrestgump-tom-hanks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545927264438368274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character reminds me of me. Well, Forrest has a way of understanding things based on what his mama tells him, ''My mama always tells me life was like a box of chocolates; you'll never know what you'll get''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow momentarily, I'm him, trying to find myself that is right now, embroiled in situations I couldn't comprehend. It's been a month since I've quit my job. It's not the quitting that pulls me down, it's the part that I'm jobless for a month that agitates me. Oh, I've tried.. Apart from them telling me I'm overqualified or that I'm to serve under a contract-based job (again), I've got nothing more to invest myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I'm not all that miserable *shucks*. Within a month, I'm quite surprised at how busy I was. Well, I've finally learned how to drive, getting my license soon (tee hee hee). Managed to balik kampung and wandered off in KL afterwards since I've no job to attend to. I sat for an exam for a  PTD position (Pegawai Tadbir Diplomatik), which was not easy but I got through it. I hope it turns out well, because I'm really counting on it. I'm trying to manage the house and my garden. I did some online business selling clothes and I get to spend time with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I joined this Electric Therapy that my mum has been nagging for me to go for weeks. She's always bragging about how it works for her and that the facilitator is super funny and that the service is free, just need to go for 1/2 hour a day. So I went. It was urmm.. okay, I guess (having myself shocked for how many volts of electric). But I have to admit, I'm quite amazed. Some of the uncles &amp;amp; aunties that used to move around in wheelchairs due to stroke, are now walking slowly after 2 months or so going for therapy. Well, I'm going because it's free, so why not, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm having mixed emotions. I'm not used to not working and do whatever I wanna do. Maybe I should let loose and see how things work out for me. As Forrest used to say, ''Stupid is as stupid does, ma'am''.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-5944463311666755281?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/5944463311666755281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=5944463311666755281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5944463311666755281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5944463311666755281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-forrest-gump.html' title='I&apos;m Forrest Gump'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TPcXdqMAuBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/SqEEuLwWCuE/s72-c/Forrest-Gump-forrestgump-tom-hanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-8033540037303749196</id><published>2010-10-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:52:19.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not boring</title><content type='html'>After 4 months of laboring myself at work, suddenly I thought ''It's been a long time since I've written something..'' - DUH. But seriously, I don't put as much status on Facebook, nothing excites me anymore, I don't read magz, newspapers, books, novels, not even brochures! Haih, I'm starting to think that I'm a boring person - no life, zip..zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, typing away my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED A NEW FRESH BREATH OF AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would ask me, ''hey, you're going on a holiday?''. I'll just toss them a ''yeah'' and act as if I didn't just lie. The real story is, I'm quitting my current job. So I need a new one. Quitting is a problem and getting a new one is another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contract based job, where I have to work at 5am, for 12 hours a day, listening to some Australians whine about their problems,  and getting pressured from my bosses, 3 weeks in advance to apply for a leave, being questioned for doing 1 hour OT even though the tasks were given by them, bla bla bla, sound like a messed up career.  You might be thinking ''Alahh, normal la tuu''. Yeah, the job is normal but I'm starting to think that I'm not normal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my team leader is a real pain in the ***. She's a good trainer but with a horrible attitude as well. How horrible? She'd be calling people every two seconds to tell them her thoughts, opinions or whenever she feels like screaming at someone. She would choose one of our colleague to badmouth about each other or how much she thinks that someone is stupid. Then she'll find another someone to criticize about that person who listened to her earlier. Finally, she'll make an intelligent assumption that everybody in the office are backstabbers. She'll have her own drama and make it sound as if she's the most pitiful one there. She'll then lament about people on Facebook, using uneducated words and criticizing people's religion and attitude (the irony). Seriously, I don't have problems with her, but I do pity her.. (Kurang kasih sayang kot.. Kesian..) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm quitting. I feel that I'm not healthy physically and emotionally there. By the end of the day I'm already tired, and after sleeping out of tiredness, I'll feel like puking before going off to work the next day. Ugh... For me, if I have to face this everyday for 12 hours, I'd better be paid fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IN A NUTSHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I  need a new fresh breath of air aka a new job, with no contract based, a permanent job, waking up early morning at 7am or 8am LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE DO and get to spend time with my family and friends at the end of the day. Simple life laaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-8033540037303749196?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/8033540037303749196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=8033540037303749196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/8033540037303749196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/8033540037303749196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/10/after-4-months-of-laboring-myself-at.html' title='I&apos;m not boring'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-4642721372865305123</id><published>2010-05-26T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:12:42.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S_1-qvcbFlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xy_3KZ8ocsY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S_1-qvcbFlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xy_3KZ8ocsY/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475671994707678802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So, which broken heart are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;[Taken from Astrology.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;***A broken heart that yearns for a lost love can seem irreparable --  not just at the time, but for months afterwards. Some people never seem  to get over the rejection or the loss. Yet others have that rubber ball  quality that bounces them back to try, try again. Can you cultivate that  never-say-never-again spirit? Some signs find it more difficult than  others -- but healing is always possible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs who experience feelings of abandonment the most are the  possessive signs:&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Taurus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/strong&gt;.  Their grief is often mixed up with anger at being -- as they see it --  betrayed. So they need to mourn what is gone and then try to disentangle  their intensely muddled feelings. Anger can morph into hatred and that  is just as binding an emotion as love. These signs need to be careful  about not getting themselves stuck in what truly belongs to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Taurus&lt;/strong&gt; dislikes their security being shaken, and  although they appear placid, they can harbor dark thoughts that take a  long time to eradicate. They need to jolt themselves onto a new forward  track.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hurts most of all since losing the  beloved other feels as if part of their self has gone. They need to  toughen up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Scorpio&lt;/strong&gt; loves intensely -- and hates every bit as  intensely. Their not-letting-go often involves vengeful thoughts. Of all  the signs, mature Scorpio understands that life is a series of deep  transformations that are a painful process of deconstructing the past  and reconstructing a different future. Once they grasp that, it all  becomes if not easier, then at least endurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two fixed signs –- &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Leo&lt;/strong&gt;  –- can hang around waiting for life to return to normal, since they  expect the world to adapt to them rather than the other way round. But  patience won’t bring back what’s gone, so they need to make the effort  to adapt to the changed circumstance of being single and make the most  of it. Leo will be nursing a bruised ego and dented pride, so will be  fearful of a repeat experience. They need to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Virgo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;will sigh as if  being rejected was what they expected and bury themselves in constant  doing, over work and ambition just to console themselves that they can  at least make a success of that. In doing so, they risk shutting down  their earthy magnetism. They should go in for a major pampering regime  of massages, spas, beauty treatments. If they keep their animal body  happy a new mate will appear as if by magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Libra&lt;/strong&gt; really is not happy without another half. They’ll  be hurt but it will be mixed in with embarrassment at being humiliated  in the eyes of their social circle. They are, however, masters at  turning on the social charm even when wounded, so won’t be left on their  own for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pisces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;will just space out. If real life isn’t going to  give them what they need, they’ll substitute their dream world where  it’s always happily-ever-after. But they aren’t natural loners, so along  the way someone will take pity on them and swoosh them off into another  romance. They are good at being in the right place at the right time,  so new romance will happen with very little effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aries&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gemini&lt;/strong&gt;  are the devil-may-care signs who hide their aching heart better than  most and decide to make themselves feel better with a new romantic  adventure. Aries definitely has that bouncing ball quality and can  simply go for what they want, so they won’t be wallflowers for long.  Gemini always has options up its sleeve, so if one goes down, they’ll  have several other ports-of-call in mind. Sagittarius will decide to go  off travelling and will likely find a new sizzling romance in the next  harbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-4642721372865305123?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/4642721372865305123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=4642721372865305123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4642721372865305123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/4642721372865305123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-hearted.html' title='Broken Hearted'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S_1-qvcbFlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xy_3KZ8ocsY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-5545582848345457516</id><published>2010-05-19T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:01:03.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S_O2L2qf-nI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Tu0uwAqkXrs/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S_O2L2qf-nI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Tu0uwAqkXrs/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472918286953871986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Emma/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;"The &lt;b&gt;Eight of Chalices&lt;/b&gt; card suggests that my power today lies in &lt;b&gt;space&lt;/b&gt;.  I am true to myself and will only regret the chances I don't take to  seek or follow my hearts desire. I turn away from or make a clean sweep  of that which does not honor or sustain my passion and love, and in  this, I am not afraid to be alone.  I am empowered to move forward or  make space and my gift is letting go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need it&lt;br /&gt;Something I can give&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd help you if I can&lt;br /&gt;If your honest and you say that you did&lt;br /&gt;You know that I would give you my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or a sad song&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to put a word in for you&lt;br /&gt;Need a shoulder? well if that's the case&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothing I wouldn't do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Don’t throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;   You’re throwing it all away at the end of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-5545582848345457516?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/5545582848345457516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=5545582848345457516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5545582848345457516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5545582848345457516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/05/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S_O2L2qf-nI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Tu0uwAqkXrs/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-5381646262689529665</id><published>2010-03-23T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:27:49.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelakar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gelak'/><title type='text'>Slumber dan santai</title><content type='html'>Hah? Korang tension? Jangan stress.. Jom layan gelak besar macam budak nehh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S6mWF53GemI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EZFgaeKbFiA/s1600-h/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452053852084140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S6mWF53GemI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EZFgaeKbFiA/s320/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic taken from - &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/johnmueller/112949167/sizes/l/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/johnmueller/112949167/sizes/l/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jokes adapted from '1001 Cerita Jenaka'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CAKAP BIAR TERANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suatu pagi yang indah di sebuah sekolah rendah, seorang guru yang begitu dedikasi mengajar murid-muridnya tentang bahaya minuman keras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebelum memulakan mata pelajarannya pada hari itu, dia mengambil dua ekor cacing yang hidup, sebagai contoh kehidupan dan dua gelas yang berisi air mineral dan arak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cuba perhatikan murid-murid, lihat bagaimana cikgu memasukkan cacing ini ke dalam gelas, perhatikan betul-betul. Cacing yang di sebelah kanan cikgu akan dimasukkan ke dalam air mineral, manakala cacing yg sebelah kiri akan cikgu masukkan ke dalam arak. Perhatikan ya murid-murid...'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semua mata tertumpu pada kedua-dua ekor cacing itu. Seperti dijangkakan, cacing yang berada di dalam gelas berisi air berenang-renang di dasar gelas, manakala cacing yang di dalam arak tadi menggeletek lalu mati. Si cikgu tersenyum lebar apabila melihat murid-muridnya memberi sepenuh perhatian pada ujikajinya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Baiklah murid-murid, apa yang kamu dapat belajar daripada ujikaji sebentar tadi?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dengan penuh yakin, anak-anak muridnya menjawab, 'untuk mengelakkan cacing, kita hendaklah minum arak cikgu'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cikgu: !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JENIS JENIS MOTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor paling moden-- Modenas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor ada hon -- Honda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor paling best -- Suzuki Best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor asyik nak menang je -- Modenas Jaguh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor paling tajam -- Modenas Kriss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor lagi tajam -- Modenas Kriss II&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor paling cute -- Comel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor paling berahi -- Passion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor pandai karate -- Kawasaki Ninja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor Red Indian -- Tomahawk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor laju atas air -- Motobot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Motor boleh cakap lama-lama -- Motorola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DRAKULA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pada suatu hari, drakula dibunuh dan dia dibawa berjumpa ahli sihir. Ahli sihir enggan membawanya masuk ke dalan gengnya kerana dosa-dosanya membunuh dan menghisap darah manusia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;''Saya akan beri kamu peluang utk menebus dosa kamu,'' kata ahli sihir. 'Saya akan hantar kamu ke bumi tapi bukan dlm bentuk manusia - benda bernyawa yang lain. Jadi apa yang kamu pilih?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;''Okay, aku nak jadi benda bernyawa yang bersayap dan menghisap darah..heh..heh''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahli sihir pun bersetuju dan menukar drakula menjadi kelawar. Ke bumi drakula pergi, terbang ke sana sini sehingga satu hari dia dibunuh seorang pekebun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahli sihir berkata ''aku akan beri satu lagi peluang, tetapi bukan sebagai manusia atau kelawar. Jadi apa pilihan kamu?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drakula menjawab ''Saya nak jadi jugak benda hidup yang bersayap dan menghisap darah!''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahli sihirpun menukarnya menjadi nyamuk. Tak lama di bumi, drakula dipenyekkan oleh mangsanya ketika dia menghisap darah. Drakula terasa sangat bodoh apabila berhadapan dengan ahli sihir buat kali ketiga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;''Aku akan beri kamu peluang untuk bertaubat'' kata ahli sihir. Tapi kali ini kamu hanya dapat menjadi benda yang tak bernyawa. So apa kali ini?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drakula masih berdegil ''Ok, ok...tolong jadikan saya kepada benda yang tak bernyawa, bersayap dan boleh menghisap darah...''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;''Heh..heh..No problem,'' kata ahli sihir dengan sinis dan terus menukar Drakula menjadi Tuala Wanita Kotex Wing Maxi Pad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KESIAN KAUM LELAKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Kalau lelaki handsome pendiam, perempuan akan cakap ''wow! cool gila''...tetapi kalau bagi dia tak handsome, perempuan akan cakap ''eleh, perasan bagus je..''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)Kalau lelaki handsome buat jahat, perempuan akan cakap ''well, nobody's perrrfect''..tetapi kalau lelaki tu bagi dia tak handsome, perempuan akan cakap ''memang dia jahat, muka pun macam rumah pecah!''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)Kalau lelaki handsome bawak BMW, perempuan akan cakap ''matching! hebat luar dan dalam''..tapi kalau lelaki tu bagi dia tak hensem, ''excuse me, you punya bos mana?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Kalau lelaki handsome mengorat perempuan, perempuan akan cakap ''wah! machonya, macam hero filem!''...tapi kalau dia dingorat oleh lelaki yang tak handsome baginya, perempuan akan cakap ''eee, pervert la you..shooh shooh''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Haih..kesian kan? :P--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BAJU CINTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seorang nenek datang menziarahi rumah cucu perempuannya yang baru berkahwin. Setelah membunyikan loceng si nenek terkejut melihat cucu perempuannya membuka pintu tanpa seurat benang pun di badannya. Si nenek bertanya ''yang kau telanjang nie ngapa??''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cucunya menjawab ''saya sedang menunggu suami sayang pulang dari kerja nie, nek. Inilah 'baju cinta' saya,''. Si nenek kehairanan, ''baju cinta??''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si nenek faham kehendak cucunya. Dalam fikirannya, mungkin itu cara baru si isteri melayan sang suami. Lalu si nenek mendapat satu akal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sesampainya di rumah, si nenek tadi terus menanggalkan pakaiannya, berbedak dan memakai minyak wangi. Kemudian, dia menunggu si atuk pulang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa ketika, si atuk pun pulang. Sebaik sahaja pintu dibuka, si atok terkejut ''Awat hang ni? dah buang tebiat??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kata nenek ''inilah baju cinta saya bang...''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;''Baju cinta??..Kok iyea pun, gosoklah baju tu dulu...nampak sangat kedutnya..." jawab si atuk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CARA BETUL MENJAWAB TELEFON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Soalan:&lt;/strong&gt; Halooo, boleh sayang bercakap dengan bapak awak? &lt;strong&gt;Jawapan: &lt;/strong&gt;Nak cakap, cakap jela..buat apa tanya saya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Soalan:&lt;/strong&gt; Haloo, mak ada rumah? &lt;strong&gt;Jawapan:&lt;/strong&gt; Tak ada, rumah ni bapak yang beli. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Soalan:&lt;/strong&gt; Haloo, tumpang tanya... &lt;strong&gt;Jawapan:&lt;/strong&gt; Maaf. Ini bukan kaunter pertanyaan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Soalan:&lt;/strong&gt; Haloo, betul ke ini nombor 32252661? &lt;strong&gt;Jawapan:&lt;/strong&gt; Cuba la dail sekali lagi. Kalau saya masih menjawab, betul la tu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;REALITI SUAMI ISTERI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebelum tidur:&lt;/strong&gt; (6 minggu) ''Selamat tidur sayaaaang. Mimpi indah2 ya. Mmmuaach!''...(6 bulan) ''Tolong matikan lampu tu, silau ahh''...(6 tahun) ''Krohhh, isk, sana sikit ahh, kalau tak mengepit tak boleh ke?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadiah ulang tahun:&lt;/strong&gt; (6 minggu) ''Sayang, I harap U suka cincin yang I beli untuk U nie''...(6 bulan) ''Nah, hadiah untuk besday, eh bukan, ulangtahun kita''...(6 tahun) ''Nih duit, U beli sendirilah apa yang U nak...''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masakan:&lt;/strong&gt; (6 minggu) ''Wah, tak sangka I yang U nie pandai masak. Sedapp pulak tuu!''...(6 bulan) ''Masak apa malam ni?''...(6 tahun) ''Lauk ni lagi??''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baju baru:&lt;/strong&gt; (6 minggu) ''Aduh sayang, U seperti bidadari dengan pakaian tu''...(6 bulan) ''Lahh..beli baju lagi?''...(6 tahun) ''Dah berapa ribu habis baju tu?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergi holid&lt;img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;ay:&lt;/strong&gt; (6 minggu) ''Jom jalan2 Amerika, honey''...(6 bulan) ''Kita jalan2 Bukit Bintang jela iyer, senang''...(6 tahun) ''Takyah, duduk rumah je...''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengok TV:&lt;/strong&gt; (6 minggu) ''Baby, kita tengok citer favourite U malam ni okay''...(6 bulan) ''Alah, cerita U tu tahun depan pun ada, I nak tengok bola ni''...(6 tahun) ''Hello, jangan tukar-tukar boleh tak?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-5381646262689529665?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/5381646262689529665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=5381646262689529665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5381646262689529665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5381646262689529665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/03/slumber-dan-santai.html' title='Slumber dan santai'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S6mWF53GemI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EZFgaeKbFiA/s72-c/laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-8027946848184413312</id><published>2010-03-09T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T05:14:48.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambo III - A movie dedicated to the warriors of Afghanistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S5ZDDzv4JcI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VQqVCi-gVCg/s1600-h/rambo3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S5ZDDzv4JcI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VQqVCi-gVCg/s320/rambo3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446614532060882370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;About the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambo III or usually called as 'Rambo in Afghanistan" was set in 1988, near the Soviet Union's involvement there. The story started about John Rambo (Sylvester Stallone) living a secluded life in a monastery in Thailand. When Rambo's close friend and mentor from the military, Colonel Trautman goes into Afghanistan and was captured by the Russians, Rambo was determined to rescue Trautman. Armed with only a few detonators and glow sticks, he met with a group of Mujaheddeen freedom fighters who agree to lead him across the borders of Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What I like about the movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not one of those typical war movies where all they do is fight, tell history and win a war. In fact, Rambo III tried to convey a humanity message - about pain, value of life and struggle to fight for own rights. Even Rambo himself learned something very valuable from the Mujahedeen. It's worth the time to watch and to lament its message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favourite Scenes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny remarks from Rambo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;**John Rambo&lt;/span&gt; came to Afghanistan and met Moussa Gani for his fighting supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; Mr Griggs sent the supplies you asked for. You wish to see them now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; Is this what you asked for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; What are these things for? What are these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo: &lt;/span&gt;Detonators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; And this? What is this for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo:&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clicks the flourescent stick&lt;/span&gt;] It's blue light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa: &lt;/span&gt;Oh? What does it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo:&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blurrish look&lt;/span&gt;] It turns blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afghan: &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dumbfounded&lt;/span&gt;] I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Rambo pissed (he looked so cute, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; I do not know who you really are, but the way you look I can see you have no         experience in war. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo:&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; C'mon, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo: &lt;/span&gt;I've fired a few shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt;] A few shots? [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continues laughing&lt;/span&gt;] C'mon...Maybe you should go back home, and think it all over again -- for a very long time [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haih..being sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo:&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turns around and looked at him directly&lt;/span&gt;] I did think it over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moussa:&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stumped and scared, hehe&lt;/span&gt;] You did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo:&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nods&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afghan: &lt;/span&gt;Well, ok. It's your choice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-8027946848184413312?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/8027946848184413312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=8027946848184413312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/8027946848184413312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/8027946848184413312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2010/03/rambo-iii-movie-dedicated-to-warriors.html' title='Rambo III - A movie dedicated to the warriors of Afghanistan'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/S5ZDDzv4JcI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VQqVCi-gVCg/s72-c/rambo3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-34462671548824240</id><published>2009-04-03T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:55:08.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jom rileks..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Haa, kali nie aku nk korang hepi-hepi sket nak tak? Adala lawak dr member2 aku yg dulu2..Kalo share nie ngan korang gempak gak kan? Eheh, sorila lama tak apdet..kehkeh..Enjoy people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CITER HANTU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak cerita satu cerita hantu nih..baca ye…cerita dia macam nih… cerita ni berlaku kat gua musang kelantan..ada sorang taxi driver ni suka sangat cari duit lebih..dia selalu bawak teksi malam , lepas tu kalau orang naik, dia kenakan mahal2..orang terpaksalah sebab takut nak tinggal sorang2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu malam tu, dia tengah tunggu mangsa kat stesyen bas kat bandar tu..dia tu tunggu bas express dari mana2 yang sampai tengah malam buta..sebab lama tunggu tapi takde pun bas sampai, dia pun nak chow la….tengah dia start engine teksi tu, ada satu bas dari kl menuju ke kota bharu singgah kat situ. tapi ada sorang aje penumpang yang turun. pompuan seksi pulak tu…dia pun tersengih la….nampak mangsa la tu….dia pun cepat2 keluar dari teksi dan pegi kat pompuan tu..cantik jugak pompuan tu..rupa dia, sikit2 macam you la…. ( just kidding..)&lt;br /&gt;tapi pompuan tu bawak beg tangan aje..dia pun offer la nak hantar pompuan tu..sebab malam dah larut, embun pun dah turun dan lagi pulak senyap sunyi kat bus station tu, pompuan tu pun setuju ajelah….(baik2 sikit..dah nak suspen ni…) lepas tu, pompuan tu pun duduk la kat seat belakang..kampung dia lebih kurang 15 minit dari bandar tu…tapi memang ceruk gila la..&lt;br /&gt;teksi driver ni ingat nak berbual2 ngan pompuan tu sepanjang perjalanan, tapi pompuan tu senyap aje..pemalu agaknya..masa dalam teksi tu, harum dengan bau minyak wangi pompuan tu aje..sepanjang-panjang perjalanan tu diorang tak cakap apa..&lt;br /&gt;bila dah keluar sikit dari bandar tu, kiri kanan tinggal hutan aje..malam pulak tu gelap gila…mamat tu drive slow aje…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIBA-TIBA…(jeng..jeng..jeng….), pemandu teksi tu tercium bau busuk sangat….dia cool aje mula-mulanya, tapi makin lama makin busuk pulak..dia dah mula gelabah! dia cuba tengok kat cermin kereta, tapi pompuan tu tunduk aje..makin lama makin busuk! dia pun drive laju sikit sebab dia dah tak sedap hati dah le sepanjang jalan tu gelap gelita….&lt;br /&gt;tak lama lepas tu..diorang lalu kubur orang Islam…lepas aje kubur tu, pompuan tu suruh lelaki tu berenti..dari jauh, pemandu teksi tu nampak le ada cahaya lampu kejauhan macam dari sebuah rumah..lelaki tu dah berpeluh habis! pompuan tu pun tanya berapa bayaran, pemandu teksi tu jawab le, 3 ringgit aje..biasanya, kalau jauh macam tu dia charge sampai 20 ringgit..tapi standaard lah kan..dah takut tu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas bayar, pompuan tu cepat- cepat keluar..lelaki pun lega la..bau busuk pun dah hilang..tengah dia nak start engine balik tu..tiba- tiba ada orang ketuk tingkap kereta dia! dia terus berdebar2 gila…dia taknak pandang sapa yang ketuk, tapi secara automatik aje tangan dia lowerkan tingkap tu..dia jelinglah, lalu ternampaklah dengan ekor mata dia,pompuan tadi kat ingkap tu..pompuan tu masih tunduk..tetiba aje pompuan tu pun cakap:&lt;br /&gt;”Encik, maaflah pasal bau busuk dalam teksi tadi..saya terkentut sebab sakit perut sangat. siang tadi baru makan telur pulak tu…” lepas aje dia cakap tu, dia pun berlari ke arah rumahnya dan kedengaran lah oleh pemandu teksi tu sayup2 bunyi kentut pompuan tu yang tengah sakit perut gila..yang dia asyik tunduk dalam teksi tu sebab dia malu dia terkentut. sekian, terima kasih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NURSE YANG SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratna, dalam uniform Nurse-nya menahan teksi. Sedang dalam perjalanan.. .&lt;br /&gt;Pemandu teksi iaitu Feddy asyik memerhati Nurse itu melalui cermin tengahnya..Merasa kehairanan.. . Nurse itu bertanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encik.. kenapa encik melihat saya begitu ??"&lt;br /&gt;Feddy tersenyum malu dan berkata...&lt;br /&gt;" Sebenarnya.. . saya selalu berfantasi.. ..maaf ya... saya sangat ingin mencium seorang Nurse... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh begitu!! tak der masalah... encik boleh mencium saya.. kalau itu memang memberikan ketenangan buat encik... tapi saya ada syarat iaitu encik mesti masih single" kata Nurse...&lt;br /&gt;Feddy gembira dan berkata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian teksi itu diberhentikan di jalan sepi... Feddy terus mencium nurse itu selama 10 minit... kemudian mereka pun meneruskan perjalanan kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi feddy menangis teresak-esak sambil berkata...&lt;br /&gt;"Maafkan saya cik... saya merasa bersalah... sebenarnya saya sudah berkahwin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar penerangan itu Ratna tersenyum bijak dan berkata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sudahlah encik... tidak ada apa-apa yang perlu dibimbangkan. .. Saya juga bersalah. Saya juga bukanlah seorang Nurse... saya adalah seorang Mak Nyah yang kebetulan dalam perjalanan menuju ke pesta pakaian beragam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHA... sengal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LAWAK LA PULAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Siapa Di Luar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang penjenayah tua yg menyorok di pinggiran kampung sedang sakit tenat. Dia sedang berbaring di atas katil lusuhnya. Tiba-tiba terdengar ketukan keras di pintu luar.&lt;br /&gt;“Siapa di luar?” teriak orang tua itu dengan ketakutan.&lt;br /&gt;“Saya Malaikat Maut!”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, syukurlah. Saya ingat yang datang anggota Polis !”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;B.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah: Apasal B.I kamu nie asyik dapat kosong jer…! Apasal hah?&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Eh, ayah! Tu bukan kosong. Tadi cikgu adik dah kasi bintang banyak kat&lt;br /&gt;bebudak lain. Ada dapat 5 bintang la, 4 bintang la. Bila turn adik jer, bintang dah&lt;br /&gt;abis. Sebab tu cikgu bagi kat adik bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sudu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doktor: Encik kena ambil 3 sudu ubat ni setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;Pesakit: Eh! tak boleh la doktor.&lt;br /&gt;Doktor: Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Pesakit: Rumah saya ada dua sudu jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kena&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang ibu mahu mengundur kereta, seperti biasa dia cakap dengan anaknya. Anak dia ini baru berumur 8 tahun. Dia cakap “Mak nak undur kereta, kalau kena cakap ye!”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok!” kata anak dia.&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu pun undur keretanya.&lt;br /&gt;“Lagi mak undur lagi” kata anak dia.&lt;br /&gt;“Lagi lagi” kata anak dia.&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu pun undur lagi, tiba-tiba “DAMM” kereta yg dia undur tu terlanggar&lt;br /&gt;pokok kat belakang.&lt;br /&gt;Anak dia pun menjerit” OK! Mak, dah kena!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BACA NIE PULAK YEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kisah 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana : “Abang Mie… Jom la datang rumah… saya rindu la.. lagipun suami saya pergi oversea tadi..”&lt;br /&gt;Helmi : “baiklah malam esok abang pergi tau… nanti pandai la abang tipu isteri abang tu..”&lt;br /&gt;Juliana : “Oh ya.. sebelum datang esok.. abang cukur misai kasi licin dulu ye.. abang tahukan&lt;br /&gt;Helmi : “Alamak… yang ni susah sikit.. isteri abang suka abang simpan misai ni nanti dia marah plak”&lt;br /&gt;Juliana : “Alaaa… abang ni nak jumpa saya ke tak nie?”&lt;br /&gt;Helmi : “oklah.. oklah.. Ana punya pasal.. apa saja abang sanggup”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keesokan paginya, semasa Helmi hendak keluar untuk ke pejabat dia telah memesan kepada isterinya yang dia pulang lewat malam ini&lt;br /&gt;kerana ada mesyuarat penting… dan di pejabatnya.. Helmi telah mencukur misainya sampai licin..&lt;br /&gt;Jam 4 pagi ketika Helmi balik ke rumahnya… isterinya sudah tidur… Dengan perlahan Helmi salin baju dan naik ke tempat tidur…tiba-tiba isterinya tersedar lalu meraba-raba wajah Helmi yang licin itu dalam kegelapan… dan berkata… “Kenapa kau tak balik lagi Jalil… kejap lagi suami akak balik…!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kisah 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruna: “Akhirnya inilah saat yang aku tunggu sekian lama.”&lt;br /&gt;Cewek: “Apakah kau rela kalau aku pergi?”&lt;br /&gt;Teruna: “Tentu Tidak! Jangan sesekali kau berpikiran seperti itu.”&lt;br /&gt;Dara: “Apakah kau mencintaiku?”&lt;br /&gt;Teruna:: “Tentu! Selamanya akan tetap begitu.”&lt;br /&gt;Dara: “Apakah kau pernah berlaku curang?”&lt;br /&gt;Teruna: “Tidak! Aku tak akan sesekali melakukan hal seburuk itu.”&lt;br /&gt;Dara: “Maukah kau menciumku?”&lt;br /&gt;Teruna: “Ya…”&lt;br /&gt;Dara: “Sayangku… Sesudah 5 tahun nikah…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Sila baca dari bawah ke atas.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kisah 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;3 orang kawan, Raja,Raju,Rajo…&lt;br /&gt;tinggal di sebuah flet 60 tingkat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada suatu hari,&lt;br /&gt;lif rosak… maka kena la pakai tangga..&lt;br /&gt;Raja mencadangkan mereka bertiga menceritakan kisah yang sedih..&lt;br /&gt;untuk menghilangkan penat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Start dulu..&lt;br /&gt;“ketika aku didalam kandungan lagi.. bapa ku telah pergi meniggalkan ku..&lt;br /&gt;buat selame lamenye..”&lt;br /&gt;sedar2 mereke dah berade di tingkat 30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raju lak sambung..&lt;br /&gt;“mak aku mati ketika melahir kan aku.. aku berase bersalah..”&lt;br /&gt;mereke skrang berada di tingkat 50..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajo lak sambung..&lt;br /&gt;“Tu tak bape sedih.. yang paling sedihnye.. cerite aku ni…&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnye……&lt;br /&gt;kunci rumah…&lt;br /&gt;tertinggal kat dalam kerete..”&lt;br /&gt;mereke skrang berade di tingkat 60…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tanpe berfikir panjang..&lt;br /&gt;Raja dan Raju terus mencampak Rajo ke luar flet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-34462671548824240?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/34462671548824240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=34462671548824240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/34462671548824240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/34462671548824240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2009/04/jom-rileks.html' title='Jom rileks..!!!'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-7388039555274036147</id><published>2009-02-02T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:26:48.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palestinian War Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SYc5L34CEeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/928KO9hG2ig/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266362764988898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SYc5L34CEeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/928KO9hG2ig/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; have more to share on the Palestinian Issue. Please proceed to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.understandingmuslims.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.understandingmuslims.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Only I Knew (As A Palestinian Child)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Amany Hajyassin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the eyes of a Palestinian child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears start shedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine what he is living through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Palestinian child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it would be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see bombs coming down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what it would be like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see blood on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to see my older brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Covered in blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a Palestinian child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What it would be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear the sounds of bombs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And helicopters and gun shootings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I able to describe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That fear in the eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of a Palestinian child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking into their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trying to imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How their life would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without shootings and bombs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bursting in air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I knew&lt;br /&gt;As a Palestinian child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9203401864888316018-7388039555274036147?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/7388039555274036147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=7388039555274036147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/7388039555274036147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/7388039555274036147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2009/02/palestinian-war-issue.html' title='Palestinian War Issue'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SYc5L34CEeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/928KO9hG2ig/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-1859579006137543156</id><published>2008-11-20T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:33:17.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Tun Mahathir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SSU9LmwQ1YI/AAAAAAAAAVE/upXP-pSYxy4/s1600-h/121120081785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270686208497866114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SSU9LmwQ1YI/AAAAAAAAAVE/upXP-pSYxy4/s320/121120081785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdana Discourse Series: Bangsa Malaysia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(held at the Perdana Leadership Foundation, Putrajaya)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Feel free to look at my other pics at &lt;a href="http://www.picasaweb.google.com/cypher.gurl722"&gt;www.picasaweb.google.com/cypher.gurl722&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(An Unforgettable Day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12 November 2008. Yes, that was the date of which I will never forget. The day I get to meet Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohamad in-person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started the day off very bright and early. But the LRT that took me to Putrajaya arrived rather late (yeah, you guessed it right, my university didn't provide transport as there were only 3 of us). So i arrived at the Perdana Leadership Foundation Hall rather late too, mind you, that building is Tun Dr. Mohamad's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As a result, I did not get to enter the hall as it was already full. And then, I saw him, coming down the stairs right in front of me. He smiled and waved; appreciative. I looked at him in awe, noticing how petite he was, not as grand as he were when he used to appear on tv, friendly and gentle too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there I was, struggling to take out my camera to snap some pictures of him, but it was too late. So I sat outside enjoying his talk, through the projector displayed. But I was determined to get his picture afterwards. And yes, just as I had determined to do, I waited at the door just when it is tea time. Surely Tun Mahathir wants some tea too,(haha). I pushed myself among all those huge media cameras. When he got out, I quickly took his picture until I realised the camera is jammed.. Determined, I focused my camera rite at his nose until a flash came out. He actually stopped so that I can take his picture properly (haha).. When the flash came out, he smiled at me asking "Dah?"...Me, (smiling cheekily): "Hehe, ok dah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rest of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the food was great. We had tea-time twice and a huge lunch, with lots of lamb, chicken n beef dishes cooked in various styles displayed on a long buffet table. Waaahh, nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahem, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was this talk with several panelists. I managed to get into the hall by this time (You can see all this pics at my Picasaweb). Guess who I saw that made me almost faint. It was Dr. Chandra Muzaffar, my most favourite Political Analyst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could not ask for more and enjoyed the whole talk, scribbling notes furiously. At the end of the talk, I asked him a question and managed to tell Dr. Chandra that I'm his biggest fan before proceeding to my question. Right afterwards he responded by saying "I'm flattered that I have a young lady as a fan"..Wahh, that really got me blushing. Later on, after the other panelists tries to answer the questions that was asked by the other people in the audience, I was surprised as they all wanted to answer my question, although I only directed it to Dr. Chandra. "I want to touch on that lady's question".. So yeah, all of them referred to me as "the lady", haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had group activity later on. It was normal, some discussions and presentations. But I was surprised as most of the pariticipants are Malays that speaks fluent English. And they were interested on this particular issue on "Bangsa Malaysia" too, like me. I think that's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I get to take pictures WITH Tun Mahathir, which was unexpected. But I wish to have a card or something to give to him. As a token of my appreciation of his way of thinking and contribution.  But still, a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take note of this: Change your perspective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One thing I want to highlight is that, maybe most of you are not as excited as I am. Perhaps the reason is that you perceive him only as a politician. Well, you shouldn't see it that way. See him as a wise man, his vision has a deeper meaning than just "Wawasan 2020". His speech encourages the Malays to strive better than the rest of us although he sounds as if he is mocking us Malays. No, he's not a racist. To me, he was just a "Pejuang Bangsa", and he still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-1859579006137543156?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/1859579006137543156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=1859579006137543156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/1859579006137543156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/1859579006137543156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-tun-mahathir.html' title='Me and Tun Mahathir'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SSU9LmwQ1YI/AAAAAAAAAVE/upXP-pSYxy4/s72-c/121120081785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-6304320416421899347</id><published>2008-11-09T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:33:29.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE News!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SRcL-Tro0xI/AAAAAAAAASI/TBFmE4tOGkc/s1600-h/Mahathir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266691454296183570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SRcL-Tro0xI/AAAAAAAAASI/TBFmE4tOGkc/s320/Mahathir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoah.. maka terpampangla gambar Tun Dr. Mahathir Mohammad diblogku. Kenapa? Karna aku terpilih oleh Uni utk menghadirkan diri ke "Talk" beliau di Putrajaya... Ahem! Thats huge!!! Hanya 3 orang dr Uni aku akan ke sana. I can't even believe I'm one of the three-some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi yang leceh aku kenala bwat research, takkan nk pegi "nganga" je kan? wakaka.. Tapi assignment sgt byk yg harus dibuat, namun akan ku siapkan supaya adala masa utk research pasal beliau dan topik talk beliau. Whoah, sgt esctatic nih! kembang-kempis idung, tp kena kontrol cun gak..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa dpt call invitation pon kt dalam bas, paham2 la bas Metro, cam bunyik African Safari,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Miss Norshahima, based on your result and participation of uni activities, you are invited to go to Tun **khhh** (gangguan tepon dan bas bising) talk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Hah? Tun who?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tun Maha **khhhh...**"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Come again? Who's talk??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ehem, Tun Mahathir, Miss.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maka, terpekik la aku dlm bas sbb hepi n terkejut..lantakla orang tgk, da tak igt apa da ku time tuh..heheh.. Best, best, nnti akanku post pengalamanku, Herm, nk beli buku otograp baru la... Erk! sgt membazir, takyah beli la, mintak beliau sign kt baju, then tanak basuh baju tu.. Gurau2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, kepada member yang komplen masa Chinese class aritu pasal my Understanding Muslim blog yang tak diupdate cm forever, nntila gue update, korang bizi, aku pon bizi gak..kehkeh.. tuepon kena bwat research gak.. takleh main taip ske2, nnti argument tak strong, sesedap je orang bom aku nnti.. sabar yek? hehe.. waa, da malam, ngorok time.. zzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-6304320416421899347?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/6304320416421899347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=6304320416421899347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/6304320416421899347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/6304320416421899347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/11/huge-news.html' title='HUGE News!!'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SRcL-Tro0xI/AAAAAAAAASI/TBFmE4tOGkc/s72-c/Mahathir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-2376957581953065775</id><published>2008-10-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:15:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambar Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SPqJtgOjqxI/AAAAAAAAASA/cLj4rRdoIkQ/s1600-h/raya2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258666929746586386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SPqJtgOjqxI/AAAAAAAAASA/cLj4rRdoIkQ/s320/raya2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erlow...kepada kawan2 yang tak jenuh menyanya "mana gambar raya?"..haduu..sorie la friends, time raya sibuk la..tader masa nak snap-snap..tapi ada la sket.. But my gamba tak banyak coz I'm the "snapper" haha.. kk, to my friends, visit my Picasa Web (nie pengaruh Encik Anas) at &lt;a href="http://www.picasaweb.google.com/cypher.gurl722"&gt;www.picasaweb.google.com/cypher.gurl722&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{Just click on the link on this page}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-2376957581953065775?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/2376957581953065775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=2376957581953065775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2376957581953065775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2376957581953065775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/10/gambar-raya.html' title='Gambar Raya'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SPqJtgOjqxI/AAAAAAAAASA/cLj4rRdoIkQ/s72-c/raya2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-5290093424918206531</id><published>2008-10-18T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:40:16.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258651882037257314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SPp8BnJFJGI/AAAAAAAAARY/ynlCv3XgjLk/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do to ignore them behind me? &lt;div&gt;Do I follow my instincts blindly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I hide my pride, from these bad dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I, sit here and try to stand it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do I, try to catch them red–handed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I can’t hold on, when I’m stretched so thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make the right moves but I’m lost within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put on my daily façade but then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just end up getting hurt again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By myself [myself]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in my mind I find I can’t rely on myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To what I want when I’m stretched so thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s all too much to take in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To anything watching everything spin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With thoughts of failure sinking in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I turn my back I’m defenseless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to go blindly seems senseless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I hide my pride and let it all go on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they’ll take from me ‘till everything is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I, let them go I’ll be outdone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I, try to catch them I’ll be outrun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve lost so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m so afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m out of touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is what you tell me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t tell you how to make it go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what I do, how hard I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t seem to convince myself why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m stuck on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{Linkin Park - By Myself = Really illustrates on my problem n how mad I am trying to solve it}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-5290093424918206531?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/5290093424918206531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=5290093424918206531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5290093424918206531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/5290093424918206531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-me-from-myself.html' title='Save me from myself'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SPp8BnJFJGI/AAAAAAAAARY/ynlCv3XgjLk/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-2368155980149855908</id><published>2008-10-08T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:38:22.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SOx-Ncn6hjI/AAAAAAAAACg/GAjKfRoyACs/s1600-h/1528529859_3a034477e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254713634721531442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SOx-Ncn6hjI/AAAAAAAAACg/GAjKfRoyACs/s320/1528529859_3a034477e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat hari raya everybody. Tadi lepak kat blog bloggers lain terasa meriahnya raya. Erm, Encik Anaz, silalah update...dah berminggu-minggu Shima asik dok ngadap posting yang sama (hehe...kata orang, sendiri punya pun tak update).. Wah, my raya sangatla busy...dengan sebelum raya menggulainya, dengan sepupu bertunang, menggulai lagi... tak sempat nak bergambar cun-cun cam org lain...tetapi, akanku upload gambar rayaku disini...tapi bukan sekarang...nanti..karna, gambar belom edit dari kamera kerana malaslah...haha..Kk, selamat berhari raya...tapi jgnlah smpi sebulan..gheti-ghetila puasa enam yerk... ok, chau chin chau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-2368155980149855908?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/2368155980149855908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=2368155980149855908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2368155980149855908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/2368155980149855908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!!!'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SOx-Ncn6hjI/AAAAAAAAACg/GAjKfRoyACs/s72-c/1528529859_3a034477e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-9207141497215261010</id><published>2008-09-19T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:54:01.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling kinda down lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SNN1LprvffI/AAAAAAAAACI/K19hezifrwA/s1600-h/Shadows-Form.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247666833845091826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SNN1LprvffI/AAAAAAAAACI/K19hezifrwA/s320/Shadows-Form.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SNN0qBVBLGI/AAAAAAAAACA/iFddk2ZAK34/s1600-h/Shadows-Form.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Di sini,&lt;br /&gt;diri umpama purnama,&lt;br /&gt;diseri kerdip ribuan bintang,&lt;br /&gt;menghias malam yang pernah sepi,&lt;br /&gt;mengusir rona kelamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini,&lt;br /&gt;derita tangisan tidak lagi mencorak risau jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;sesekali terlupa pada sengsara yang sarat diusung,&lt;br /&gt;lantaran langkah baru bermula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini,&lt;br /&gt;aku mula belajar,&lt;br /&gt;nilai hati dan budi,&lt;br /&gt;saling hulur, memberi dan menerima,&lt;br /&gt;dari sapaan salam mesra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-9207141497215261010?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/9207141497215261010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=9207141497215261010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/9207141497215261010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/9207141497215261010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-kinda-down-lately.html' title='Feeling kinda down lately...'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SNN1LprvffI/AAAAAAAAACI/K19hezifrwA/s72-c/Shadows-Form.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-250494914982191890</id><published>2008-09-14T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:59:27.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SM3roStne8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uTezI6vz8k0/s1600-h/osaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246108218406960066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SM3roStne8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uTezI6vz8k0/s320/osaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew, berjaya gak aku meredah liku-liku psycholinguistics,&lt;br /&gt;selama 3 minggu ku memerah pen sampai abeh dakwat,&lt;br /&gt;dan memerah wallet beli set pen baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psycholinguistics, akhirnya ku berjaya conquer dikau,&lt;br /&gt;Malah ku menghafal sehari suntuk utk menjawab paper dikau,&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya berjaya jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, proses penghafalan sangat merumitkan,&lt;br /&gt;Di tangga hostel, di atas katil, malah di atas meja belajar aku bercangkung,&lt;br /&gt;semata-mata mengingati dikau, psycholinguistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeargh,&lt;br /&gt;maka hari ni tamatlah sudah paper dikau,&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku sumbat semua nota-nota mu di dalam kotak,&lt;br /&gt;dan tidak lagi akan ku menatap mu,&lt;br /&gt;psycholinguistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini hari kemerdekaan ku,&lt;br /&gt;Akan ku menyambutnya dengan melantak makanan sedap-sedap,&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu berbuka puasa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, kemerdekaan ku hanya seketika,&lt;br /&gt;Karena, syntax and morphology bakal bertandang,&lt;br /&gt;Namun, aku pasti dapat mengharunginya,&lt;br /&gt;akan ku menyambutnya dengan tangan terbuka,&lt;br /&gt;lebih terbuka dari aku menyambut paper hari ini,&lt;br /&gt;psycholinugistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wakaka, nie merepek meraban sbb hepi tahap dewa...:D)&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/9203401864888316018-250494914982191890?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/250494914982191890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=250494914982191890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/250494914982191890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/250494914982191890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/09/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!!!'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SM3roStne8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uTezI6vz8k0/s72-c/osaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-6381361580884166141</id><published>2008-09-12T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:26:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog link.</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to check out my new page, (look at my blog link list), titled 'Understanding Muslims'. It is still under constuction, but feel free to check from time to time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-6381361580884166141?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/6381361580884166141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=6381361580884166141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/6381361580884166141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/6381361580884166141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-blog-link.html' title='My new blog link.'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-208888277875336760</id><published>2008-08-25T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:35:53.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sukses'/><title type='text'>Event In Uni a success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ85J97fqI/AAAAAAAAABY/NFMvPpOHmTk/s1600-h/el+week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238386637955366562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ85J97fqI/AAAAAAAAABY/NFMvPpOHmTk/s320/el+week.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ8DxOo4qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1Z0C5NF7FS0/s1600-h/el+week.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(cracking knuckles and strecthing fingers) Well, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru nie aku nyer uni society ada la adakan this event called 'English Language Week'. Ahaks, jangan cuak coz of the title, bunyi cam 'English Week' time skolah menengah dulu kan? Pepun, we have to have a big event utk penutup. The crazy thing is, the idea was mine n I'm also the organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla gak the event, peserta pon ramai gak, bolehla tanggung deficit duit society taun lepas. The catch is, diorang nie kena beat my high score. Yang kantoinya, none of em can beat it, Haha. Terpaksalah pilih pemenang yang paling dekat dengan my high score. Bengang gak biler kena mara ngan Ketua society "Shima, turunkan la sket ur 'level', kesian bebudak tu'. Haduu, parah... But I'm proud that the event went Fantastico..kehkeh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-208888277875336760?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/208888277875336760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=208888277875336760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/208888277875336760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/208888277875336760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/08/event-in-uni-success.html' title='Event In Uni a success!'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ85J97fqI/AAAAAAAAABY/NFMvPpOHmTk/s72-c/el+week.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203401864888316018.post-7688742032196954407</id><published>2008-08-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:42:47.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST DAY OF BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ-hjFyabI/AAAAAAAAABg/jBfre8T6Sf8/s1600-h/confused.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238388431405607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ-hjFyabI/AAAAAAAAABg/jBfre8T6Sf8/s320/confused.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Y'all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my first day of blogging, so I'm kinda confused of what to do with it... Just see how it goes, or that if I have time to update this..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203401864888316018-7688742032196954407?l=norshahima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/feeds/7688742032196954407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9203401864888316018&amp;postID=7688742032196954407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/7688742032196954407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9203401864888316018/posts/default/7688742032196954407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norshahima.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-day-of-blogging.html' title='MY FIRST DAY OF BLOGGING'/><author><name>Shima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03267568557078393249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/TQOHX-eMu3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/q6bA7NGDmGE/S220/DSC_0155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwoXXroLl0/SLJ-hjFyabI/AAAAAAAAABg/jBfre8T6Sf8/s72-c/confused.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
