<?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-7350591678134647816</id><updated>2012-02-07T15:22:15.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough, only the tough gets going</title><subtitle type='html'>My love is like the wind, u cant see it but you can feel it.. its when you miss each other, that is when your feelings of love awaken</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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start mine just now.. lets see how long i can survive.. hooyeahh!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-2040345841212166438?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2040345841212166438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=2040345841212166438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2040345841212166438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2040345841212166438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-long-can-we-survive-without.html' title='how long can we survive without facebook??'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7584928809856239161</id><published>2011-02-16T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:12:30.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how business is done!!</title><content type='html'>Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son: “I will choose my own bride!”&lt;br /&gt;Father: “But the girl is Bill Gates’s daughter.”&lt;br /&gt;Son: “Well, in that case…ok”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: “I have a husband for your daughter.”&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: “But my daughter is too young to marry!”&lt;br /&gt;Father: “But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank.”&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: “Ah, in that case…ok”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: “I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president.”&lt;br /&gt;President: “But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!”&lt;br /&gt;Father: “But this young man is Bill Gates’s son-in-law.”&lt;br /&gt;President: “Ah, in that case…ok”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-7584928809856239161?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7584928809856239161/comments/default' title='Post 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haluan&lt;br /&gt;Berakhirnya cerita percintaan&lt;br /&gt;Segalanya ditentukan Tuhan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- aZ ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-5322461297226883512?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5322461297226883512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=5322461297226883512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/5322461297226883512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/5322461297226883512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2011/02/kenangan-terindah-as-bersama-wan.html' title='kenangan terindah as bersama wan...'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bNphBihLYIA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-8870765479395030171</id><published>2011-02-07T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:04:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks aZ..</title><content type='html'>entry ni ak tulis istimewa buat si dia.. hehehe.. actually, ak saja je bukak blog lama ak, tgk2 post2 ak yg dlu2.. mengimbas kembali knangan waktu dlu.. and then, scara xsengaja ak bukak blog dia.. then ak pun tgk la post2 dia sampai la kt 1 post ni tajuk dia "kenangan wan bersama as.." dia letak lirik lagu "kenangan terindah - samsons" kt post tu dan last skali dia tulis ---iZ---.. terkejut dan terharu ak rasa.. post tu dia tulis pd rabu, nov 15, 2006.. ak pun da tak ingat da apa yg berlaku pd tahun 2006 waktu tu.. rasanye masa tu kitorg gaduh.. skarang ni bru ak prasan post tu.. huhuhu..   well, ak dlu2 agak sensitif dan kuat merajuk.. hahahaa.. kelakar gak la bila ingat zaman remaja dlu2 kn.. dlm hati "xsangka mcm tu ak dlu ekk".. LoLz.. xD .. tp skang ni ak da xmcm dlu.. drp seorg yg sensitif dan kuat merajuk, ak berubah kpd sorg yg protective dan caring.. :) .. skang ni ak lbih kpd happy go lucky person, carefree (w/pun byk problem) hahahaha.. ohh, lg 1 lau dlu ak cpt confess kt gurl yg ak suka, tp skang ni ak suka simpan je perasaan tu.. tak tau nape, cuma ak rasa ak selesa camni.. yg penting org yg ak suka tu happy, tu je.. :) .. ataupun terlalu byk sgt gurl yg ak suka.. hahaha!!  lgpun ak tak rasa mcm nk bercinta buat masa ni.. cinta selepas kahwin pun ok gak kn.. hehehe.. ckup la stakat ni wat masa ni.. ada masa nnt ak ceritakn kesah cintaku.. huhuhu.. tp yg pasti ak masih dan tetap akn trus syg aZ.. thanks  aZ.. thanks a lot.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---iZ &amp;amp; aZ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-8870765479395030171?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8870765479395030171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=8870765479395030171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/8870765479395030171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/8870765479395030171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks-az.html' title='thanks aZ..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7872077612045059779</id><published>2011-01-22T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T02:04:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ada apa dgn kamu..</title><content type='html'>kamu.. ya, kamu.. slalu menggangu fikiranku.. sbenarnya ak amik brt psl ko.. tp kdg2 ak rasa bodoh sgt sbb percaya kt ko w/pun ko tipu ak byk kali.. knp dgn ak ni..?? adakah ak masih lg berharap pd ko..?? tp bila ak fikir dalam2, mmg ak syg ko, tp tak smestinya ak perlu memiliki ko.. sbb cinta tak bermaksud memiliki.. ckup la skadar melihat ko bahagia.. ye ye je ak ni kan.. tp tu lah, maybe sbb hati ak ni lembut sgt.. tp yg ak peliknye ada apa dgn ko sampai ak jd camni.. w/pun ak blh menjalani hidup ak dgn normal, tp kdg2 mst ak terpikirkn ko.. tp bila ak tgk ppuan lain yg cantik2, tiba2 hati ak jd tawar.. sbb masih ramai lg gadis2 di luar sana.. hehehe.. cuma ak harap ko tak menderita lg.. ak nk tgk ko happy.. ak syg ko.. tp ak takleh nk bgtau ko.. biarlah ak simpan je perasaan ak ni.. tp mungkin 1 hari nnt ak akan bgtau ko.. 1 hari nnt.. :) take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-7872077612045059779?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7872077612045059779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=7872077612045059779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7872077612045059779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7872077612045059779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2011/01/ada-apa-dgn-kamu.html' title='ada apa dgn kamu..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7060485016420205212</id><published>2011-01-08T04:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T04:17:32.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as we know it..</title><content type='html'>its not just an ordinary title, 'Life as we know it' is a movie!! a happy ending movie..! just finished watching it.. the movie was so touching that it move me to tears.. ohhh, how i wish i could have a happy family.. but, for now its too early.. wayyyyy to early.. hehehee.. i enjoyed watching it.. the movies goes just like the title say.. life as we know it.. its about life, unmaried couple trying to rise a child under the same roof.. oppss, i dun wanna spoil it.. better watch urself! but i really wished that i could have a happy family just like the movie.. i will.. i'll make it a dream come true.. one day.. it will happen.. cuz time never stopped even for a second.. one day, i'll hav a family and i'll make it the happiest family inda world!! well, i think i shud work my ass off if i want to make the dream came true rite.. *slap my face.. time to wake up..!! :) ohh, its 4.12 in the morning, i guess i shud go to sleep now.. and dreamed my happy family for the time being.. ;) what ever happen in ur life, be positive.. and for the one that i loved, i still love u and i will for the rest of my life even if i end up with another gurl.. ahaksss.. ;P .. just want u to know that u're the one for me.. mmmuuuahhhh!!! gud nite.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-7060485016420205212?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7060485016420205212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=7060485016420205212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7060485016420205212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7060485016420205212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='life as we know it..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-1656798574226404854</id><published>2010-12-26T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:20:26.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan kecewakanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang  yang mencintai kamu tidak pernah mampu memberikan alasan  kenapa dia  mencintai kamu. Yang dia tahu di hati dan matanya hanya ada  kamu  satu-satunya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walaupun  kamu sudah memiliki teman istimewa  atau kekasih, dia tidak peduli!  Baginya yang penting kamu bahagia dan  kamu tetap menjadi impiannya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu  menerima kamu apa adanya, di hati dan matanya kamu selalu yang tercantik  walaupun mungkin kamu merasa berat badan kamu sudah bertambah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin tahu tentang apa saja yang kamu lalui sepanjang hari ini, dia ingin tahu kegiatan kamu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang   yang mencintai kamu akan mengirimkan SMS seperti ‘Selamat   Pagi’,'Selamat Hari Minggu’, ‘Selamat Tidur’, ‘Take Care’, dan   lain-lain lagi, walaupun kamu tidak membalas SMS-nya, kerana dengan   kiriman SMS itulah dia menyatakan cintanya, menyatakan dalam cara   yang berbeza,bukan “aku CINTA padamu”, tapi berselindung ayat selain   kata cinta itu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika  kamu menyambut hari tahun dan kamu tidak  mengundangnya ke majlis yang  kamu adakan, setidak-tidaknya dia akan  menelefon untuk mengucapkan  selamat atau mengirim SMS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang   yang mencintai kamu akan selalu mengingat setiap kejadian yang dia   lalui bersama kamu, bahkan mungkin kejadian yang kamu sendiri sudah   melupakannya, kerana saat itu ialah sesuatu yang berharga untuknya.Dan   saat itu, matanya pasti berkaca. kerana saat bersamamu itu tidak bisa   berulang selalu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang  yang mencintai kamu selalu mengingati  setiap kata-kata yang kamu  ucapkan, bahkan mungkin kata-kata yang kamu  sendiri lupa pernah  mengungkapkannya. kerana dia menyematkan kata-kata  mu di hatinya,berapa  banyak kata-kata penuh harapan yang kau tuturkan  padanya, dan akhirnya  kau musnahkan? pasti kau lupa, tetapi bukan orang  yang mencintai kamu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang  yang mencintai kamu akan belajar  menggemari lagu-lagu kegemaran kamu,  bahkan mungkin meminjam CD milik  kamu, kerana dia ingin tahu apa  kegemaran kamu - kesukaan kamu  kesukaannya juga, walaupun sukar meminati  kesukaan kamu, tapi akhirnya  da berjaya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau  kali terakhir kalian bertemu kamu mungkin  sedang selesema, atau  batuk-batuk, dia akan sentiasa mengirim SMS atau  menelefon untuk  bertanya keadaan kamu - kerana dia bimbangkan tentang  kamu, peduli  tentang kamu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika kamu mengatakan akan menghadapi  ujian, dia akan tanyakan bila ujian itu berlangsung, dan saat harinya  tiba dia akan mengirimkan SMS ‘good luck’ untuk memberi semangat kepada  kamu. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu akan memberikan suatu barang  miliknya yang mungkin buat kamu itu ialah sesuatu yang biasa,  tetapi baginya barang itu sangat istimewa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai  kamu akan terdiam sesaat, ketika sedang bercakap di telefon dengan  kamu, sehingga kamu menjadi bingung. Sebenarnya saat itu dia merasa  sangat gugup kerana kamu telah menggegarkan dunianya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin berada dekat dengan kamu dan ingin menghabiskan hari-harinya hanya dengan kamu. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika  suatu saat kamu harus pindah ke daerah lain, dia akan sentiasa  memberikan nasihat agar kamu waspada dengan persekitaran yang boleh  membawa pengaruh buruk kepada kamu. dan jauh dihatinya dia benar-benar  takut kehilangan kamu, pernah dengar ‘jauh di mata, jauh di hati?’.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu bertindak lebih seperti saudara daripada seperti seorang kekasih. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang  yang mencintai kamu sering melakukan hal-hal yang SENGAL seperti  menelefon kamu 100 kali dalam masa sehari. Atau mengejutkan kamu di  tengah malam dengan mengirim SMS. Sebenarnya ketika itu dia sedang  memikirkan kamu. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu kadang-kadang  merindukan kamu dan melakukan hal-hal yang membuat kamu pening kepala.  Namun ketika kamu mengatakan tindakannya itu membuat kamu terganggu dia  akan minta maaf dan tak akan melakukannya lagi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika kamu  memintanya untuk mengajarimu sesuatu maka ia akan dgn sabar walaupun  kamu mungkin orang yang terbodoh di dunia!. bahkan dia begitu gembira  kerana dapat membantu kamu. dia tidak pernah mengelak dari menunaikan  permintaan kamu walau sesukar mana permintaan mu. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau kamu  melihat handphone-nya maka nama kamu akan menghiasi sebahagian besar  INBOX-nya. Dia masih menyimpan SMS-SMS dari  kamu walaupun ia kamu kirim  berbulan-bulan atau bertahun-tahun yang  lalu. Dia juga menyimpan  surat-surat kamu di tempat khas dan segala pemberian kamu menjadi  benda-benda berharga buatnya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan jika kamu cuba menjauhkan  diri daripadanya atau memberi reaksi menolaknya, dia akan menyedarinya  dan menghilang dari kehidupan kamu, walaupun hal itu membunuh hatinya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika  suatu saat kamu merindukannya dan ingin memberinya kesempatan dia akan  ada menunggu kamu kerana sebenarnya dia tak pernah mencari orang lain.  Dia sentiasa menunggu kamu. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orang yang begitu mencintaimu,  tidak pernah memaksa kamu memberinya sebab dan alasan, walaupun hatinya  meronta ingin mengetahui, kerana dia tidak mahu kamu terbeban dengan  karenahnya. saat kau pinta dia berlalu,dia pergi tanpa menyalahkan  kamu, kerana dia benar-benar mengerti apa itu cinta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;﻿&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-1656798574226404854?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1656798574226404854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=1656798574226404854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1656798574226404854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1656798574226404854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2010/12/jangan-kecewakanya.html' title='jangan kecewakanya'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-3975344561002127628</id><published>2010-12-24T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:12:06.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sedikit luahan after a long but not everlasting time.. :D</title><content type='html'>well, tgh2 duk melayan perasaan dan teringin utk mluahkannye maka inilah dia.. hehehe.. actually da lama tak on blog ni.. agak tkejut gak la bile tgk '35 Posts, last published on  Dec 11, 2009'.. da setahun ak tak jenguk blog ak ni kan.. cian dia.. hahaha.. nk luahkn perasaan kt facebook takleh, public sgt.. bahaya.. xD so, blog ni la tempat ak meluahkn perasaan ak.. :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting here all alone in da opis, doin nothing but work, sometimes browsing on facebook, and without knowing, im already on ur facebook's wall.. then i saw someone tag u in their pic, when i go to that pic and i saw ur smiling face, i see myself in u.. YES, i MISS u damn much..!! somehow, watching ur face makes me feel at ease.. i still remember those moment i spent with u, eventho its short, eventho its only a day, it would be the best day ever in mylife.. the way u smile on me, the way u laugh, the way u cheer me, i MISS everything about u.. u r not like any other gurl i met b4.. cuz u r my special one.. and i will owez owez love u.. but now, u r long gone.. i dunt know wer u r anymore.. u didnt even answering my phone call.. im not mad at u.. perhaps u've already found someone u're in love with.. if that the case, im happy 4 u.. but i just want u to know, i will nvr ever stop lovin u.. i wish all da best for u.. - iz &amp;amp; az -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-3975344561002127628?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3975344561002127628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=3975344561002127628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3975344561002127628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3975344561002127628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2010/12/sedikit-luahan-after-long-but-not.html' title='sedikit luahan after a long but not everlasting time.. :D'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-2440372029286953741</id><published>2009-12-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:13:54.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMAN ADALAH HADIAH</title><content type='html'>Teman adalah hadiah terindah kurniaan Tuhan buat kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hadiah, ada yang bungkusannya cantik dan ada yang bungkusannya tidak cantik. Yang bungkusannya cantik punya wajah rupawan, atau keperibadian yang menarik. Yang bungkusannya tidak cantik punya wajah biasa saja, atau keperibadian yang biasa saja, atau mungkin buruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hadiah, ada yang isinya bagus dan ada yang isinya jelek. Yang isinya bagus punya jiwa yang begitu indah sehingga kita terpukau ketika berkongsi rasa dengannya, ketika kita tahan menghabiskan waktu berjam-jam, saling bercerita dan menghibur, menangis bersama, dan tertawa bersama. Kita mencintai dia dan dia mencintai kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang isinya buruk punya jiwa yang terluka. Begitu dalam luka-lukanya sehingga jiwanya tidak mampu lagi mencintai, justeru kerana ia tidak merasakan cinta dalam hidupnya. Sayangnya yang kita dapat darinya seringkali  sikap penolakan, dendam, kebencian, iri hati, kesombongan, amarah, dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita tidak suka dengan jiwa-jiwa semacam ini dan mencuba menghindar dari mereka. Kita tidak tahu bahwa itu semua BUKAN-lah kerana mereka pada dasarnya buruk, tetapi ketidakmampuan jiwanya memberikan cinta kerana dia sebenarnya inginkan cinta kita, simpati kita, kesabaran dan keberanian kita untuk mendengarkan luka-luka dalam yang memasung jiwanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana boleh kita mengharapkan seseorang yang terluka lututnya berlari bersama kita? Bagaimana boleh kita mengajak seseorang yang takut air berenang bersama? Luka di lututnya dan ketakutan terhadap airlah yang mesti disembuhkan, bukan mencaci mereka kerana mereka tidak mahu berlari atau berenang bersama kita. Mereka tidak akan memberitahu bahawa "lutut" mereka luka atau mereka "takut air", mereka akan beritahu bahwa mereka tidak suka berlari atau mereka akan nyatakan berenang itu membosankan dll. Itulah cara mereka mempertahankan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka akan kata:&lt;br /&gt;"Menari itu tidak menarik"&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak ada yang sesuai denganku"&lt;br /&gt;"Teman-temanku sudah lulus semua"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku ini buruk siapa yang bakal tahan denganku"&lt;br /&gt;"Kisah hidupku membosankan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak akan kata:&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tidak boleh menari"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku mendambakanmu "&lt;br /&gt;"Aku kesepian"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku ingin diterima"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku ingin diberi perhatian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka semua hadiah buat kita, tak kira bungkusnya cantik atau buruk, entah isinya bagus atau jelek. Dan jangan tertipu oleh luaran. Hanya ketika kita bertemu jiwa dengan jiwa, kita tahu hadiah sesungguhnya yang sudah disiapkanNya buat kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-2440372029286953741?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2440372029286953741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=2440372029286953741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2440372029286953741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2440372029286953741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/12/teman-adalah-hadiah.html' title='TEMAN ADALAH HADIAH'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7264794236660735813</id><published>2009-09-26T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:41:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4b0T4cbGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5IZtsioXffI/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4b0T4cbGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5IZtsioXffI/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385772789885856866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4bz6tX02I/AAAAAAAAAJw/bVSWBkA14sA/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4bz6tX02I/AAAAAAAAAJw/bVSWBkA14sA/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385772783128531810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mum &amp;amp; Sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4bzYPeHiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/h0ztCtfhpeo/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4bzYPeHiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/h0ztCtfhpeo/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385772773876309538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4by9d-aDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0s6qezcf1Uc/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4by9d-aDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/0s6qezcf1Uc/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385772766689388594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Dad, Mum &amp;amp; Youngest lil bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4byGj9C8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Gl6Mk6Zcgcw/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4byGj9C8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Gl6Mk6Zcgcw/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385772751950515138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Big Happy Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-7264794236660735813?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7264794236660735813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=7264794236660735813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7264794236660735813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7264794236660735813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya-2009.html' title='Hari Raya 2009'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sr4b0T4cbGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5IZtsioXffI/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-5268487271783938644</id><published>2009-08-19T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:40:40.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interframe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotIA_-cBlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nV6EoS3LSUA/s1600-h/Image623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotIA_-cBlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nV6EoS3LSUA/s400/Image623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466162579965522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atie chubby.. hehehehhehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotJH90kh8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XvJj0uuCNPE/s1600-h/Image632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotJH90kh8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XvJj0uuCNPE/s400/Image632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467381772421058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kak Fara encem... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotJI3N51VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DBg2JofKaUw/s1600-h/Image630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotJI3N51VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DBg2JofKaUw/s400/Image630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467397179495762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro: Ingatlah Org Yang Tersayang.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotJIuqv69I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3k6W3WjcZHY/s1600-h/Image628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotJIuqv69I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3k6W3WjcZHY/s400/Image628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467394884561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuuuuu dia... Lecture Baru kita.. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-5268487271783938644?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5268487271783938644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=5268487271783938644&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/5268487271783938644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/5268487271783938644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/08/interframe.html' title='Interframe..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SotIA_-cBlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nV6EoS3LSUA/s72-c/Image623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-3345980047770953633</id><published>2009-08-17T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:33:40.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Result Of My Interview is..</title><content type='html'>arghhhhhhhh..... kene tunggu lagi lama..... jem jem.... ishk2.. sabar je la... patutnye dah kuar 15 ogos aritu.. hukhukhuk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-3345980047770953633?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3345980047770953633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=3345980047770953633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3345980047770953633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3345980047770953633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/08/result-of-my-interview-is.html' title='The Result Of My Interview is..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-8418373812624096180</id><published>2009-08-12T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:27:58.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iCe SkatingZzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Sketsa Scandal Skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxWRd9XlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i9RIzE5jpI0/s1600-h/SDC10906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxWRd9XlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i9RIzE5jpI0/s400/SDC10906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369048701983350354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mari saya pimpin awak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxV0DFpDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CZaNf2ghV5o/s1600-h/SDC10907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxV0DFpDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CZaNf2ghV5o/s400/SDC10907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369048694086018098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ehh, ada camera la, cepat2 tunjuk peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxVecR42I/AAAAAAAAAIY/_QjkYgUMd3I/s1600-h/SDC10888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxVecR42I/AAAAAAAAAIY/_QjkYgUMd3I/s400/SDC10888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369048688286098274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eh ehh, hati2 ada lubang ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxUgyrm5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cFDvBuM1FDY/s1600-h/SDC10884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxUgyrm5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cFDvBuM1FDY/s400/SDC10884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369048671737060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay, dah boleh berdiri sendiri.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaflah, cerita yg tak berapa nak menarik dan agak membosankan.. tak tau nk post apa.. hehehe..&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/7350591678134647816-8418373812624096180?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8418373812624096180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=8418373812624096180&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/8418373812624096180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/8418373812624096180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-skatingzzz.html' title='iCe SkatingZzz...'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SoKxWRd9XlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i9RIzE5jpI0/s72-c/SDC10906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-3804559012602923558</id><published>2009-08-03T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:40:57.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after class hangout..</title><content type='html'>just shortly after our celebration for Ashraf besday, we set our own destination for hangout.. for me and fadhli, we decide to go for snooker in pertama and for Ashraf, Rudy, Kim and Haziq, they decide to go karaoke in sogo.. so, our jurney to the "lepak" place begin.. me and fadhli manage to find the snooker place but we are shocked to see there is only three table snooker and all three of it already playing.. as we wait outside the snooker, 1 guy came out and say that there is another snooker place downward.. so we follow that guy and find the snooker place and this time there is 4 tables.. 1 table were empty, so we play on that table.. its 1 hour RM10.80.. and we played for three frame and i lost 2 frame to fadhli.. arghhhh.. total cost is RM16.20.. huhuhu.. but sadly i didnt take any photo of us.. until we meet with miss Alyani outside the college and we follow her for lunch.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBLXeWxJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eQogYhUb2fU/s1600-h/Image559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBLXeWxJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eQogYhUb2fU/s400/Image559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365758775826760850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBLGR-rfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LTooQ4UAYYg/s1600-h/Image558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBLGR-rfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LTooQ4UAYYg/s400/Image558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365758771211447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fadhli with his mee curry.. yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBKZcHPyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DipomtI-o4A/s1600-h/Image560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBKZcHPyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DipomtI-o4A/s400/Image560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365758759174356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miss Alyani only ate cake and Lai Chi Kang.. yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBKBlG4bI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UXRXSFOiWX0/s1600-h/Image557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBKBlG4bI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UXRXSFOiWX0/s400/Image557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365758752769630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, my "Combo Special" hot plate, "air soya", and "Longan Ice".. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s - now me and fadhli is ready to face mr. mus and mr. atif for snooker.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word from Fadhli aka sicko, "We Are Ready To Fight Sir Mus And Atif on Snooker!!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he mean only "He" is ready, not Me.. hahahaha..&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/7350591678134647816-3804559012602923558?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3804559012602923558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=3804559012602923558&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3804559012602923558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3804559012602923558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-class-hangout.html' title='after class hangout..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncBLXeWxJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eQogYhUb2fU/s72-c/Image559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-5026337347199877571</id><published>2009-08-03T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:00:44.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy belate besday to our old time, Ashraf a.k.a big guy or tiang(blog) on 1st of august!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb_rgWpllI/AAAAAAAAAG4/89WrkztPMpM/s1600-h/bdayboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb_rgWpllI/AAAAAAAAAG4/89WrkztPMpM/s400/bdayboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365757128942917202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can tell that he is shocked by the suprise cake.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb_rXE-zuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0jahKQptvIQ/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb_rXE-zuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0jahKQptvIQ/s400/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365757126452891362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;delicious home made cake by sis farah, 1 of our member also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncJaNX4GeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1ArSc5aubVw/s1600-h/03082009%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SncJaNX4GeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1ArSc5aubVw/s400/03082009%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767826906290658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to suap atie with the cake n the cream, but finally she ate the cake by herself and suprise that she ate the cream also..(she hate the cream).. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s - for those that didnt get to taste the cake, i have taste it for u guys.. hehehe..&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/7350591678134647816-5026337347199877571?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5026337347199877571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=5026337347199877571&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/5026337347199877571'/><link 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type='text'>bowling tournament ccsp 2009</title><content type='html'>lot and lot of thanks to sunnysideup production for making the tournament come true!!! and also to the participant, thank you for ur time!! it was really fun!!! next time, i'll take the number 1.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb9hmlZnlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JgKXWINIP8E/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb9hmlZnlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JgKXWINIP8E/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365754759793450578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my partner.. almost look like a couple.. but we're not.. huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb9hbXnACI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SniqkscSZAc/s1600-h/5453_1191987846727_1439337163_519602_1816732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb9hbXnACI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SniqkscSZAc/s400/5453_1191987846727_1439337163_519602_1816732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365754756782817314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, salina, lan and aying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb9hPMsXZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HTxCwCH3CT8/s1600-h/5453_1191987766725_1439337163_519600_7875644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Snb9hPMsXZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HTxCwCH3CT8/s400/5453_1191987766725_1439337163_519600_7875644_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365754753515806098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the best time bowling ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-8911235637173430752?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8911235637173430752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the last thing that i see,&lt;br /&gt;Then i know the beauty heaven holds for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go,&lt;br /&gt;so dishonestly leave a note for you my only one,&lt;br /&gt;and i know you can see right through me,&lt;br /&gt;so let me go and you will find someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've gone,&lt;br /&gt;well it seems like everything is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;I know that i've,&lt;br /&gt;lost much more than pride,&lt;br /&gt;Well, happiness is getting further away,&lt;br /&gt;Girl,i miss you more than words can say,&lt;br /&gt;I need a miracle now,&lt;br /&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;How can i change the world,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i sure can't change your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Where's the miracle i need now,&lt;br /&gt;got to get to you somehow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to trust, no suprise&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone feels so far away from me)&lt;br /&gt;Heavy thoughts sift through dust&lt;br /&gt;And the lies&lt;br /&gt;(Trying not to break,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so tired of this deceit&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to make myself&lt;br /&gt;Get back up on my feet&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is this&lt;br /&gt;All the tiring and time between&lt;br /&gt;And how trying to put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Just takes so much out of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you go&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever think I’ll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;You’re still the good-for-nothing I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-5705858667943247560?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/5705858667943247560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=5705858667943247560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/5705858667943247560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pirate copy but since someone ask me to go out for a movie, why not watch it on cinema.. i still enjoy the movie for the 2nd time.. it was FUN.. eventho at first, we have planned to watch Harry Potter, but sadly the ticket already sold out.. all the new showing movie also sold out.. huhuhu.. so sad.. by the way, it was fun to hangout with some old friend of mine.. ^^.. and tomorrow, im going for ice skating with class 23 &amp;amp; 24, one of my lecture also join in.. maybe next week i'll be going for ice skating again but with different ppl this time.. and by the end of july, we'll having bowling tournament.. ahhh.. i love my life.. life's good "LG".. hahaha.. im looking forward for this.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                    whose that girl..??? ehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sl94RUnwgkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mm-tixfQbkU/s1600-h/Image538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sl94RUnwgkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mm-tixfQbkU/s400/Image538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359134320582754882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;SaLji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - SaLji is one of my nickname since when i was young.. hahaha.. the name got some story behind it.. =P see ya next time guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-2849107985232679440?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2849107985232679440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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choice in my mind, first is Diploma Pengurusan Perhotelan in UNITAR, but its too far which in kuantan and a bit expensive.. the 2nd choice is Diploma E-business in cosmopoint, but i choose cosmo since its near to my hometown.. i didnt expect it would turn like this.. but the staff said that in IT, they also got business subject, so i stay.. in the end, the only thing that i learn a lot is programming.. =,=.. and im lucky to finished it without any problem.. lot of thing happen back then, love matter, friendship, social, scandal, and many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moral of the stories, dont ask me why if i got a job other than programming field since its not even my choice to begin with.. hehehe.. im just survive within it.. see ya next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;SaLji.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-681538691681528321?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-6456115129790473374</id><published>2009-07-13T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:48:32.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again..its been a long time..</title><content type='html'>yosh.. i guess that most of u guys must be thinking that i quit posting.. no im not.. im just so lazy to post something.. hehehe.. there is a lot of thing happen!! shud i post all of them or shud i not..?? hmmm.. well, i'll just put summarize of it.. it would be boring to read a very very very long story rite.. i'll start with after i went for the interview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date: 2 July 2009&lt;br /&gt;time: 7.00 a.m&lt;br /&gt;location: muar to melaka highway&lt;br /&gt;event: HEAVY RAIN!!!!! wut the heck, i didnt expect it will be raining that morning.. and im in the middle of highway with no place to stop by.. well, since it has come to this, i'll just REDAH je.. i arrive with my all wet clothes, even my shoe and sock is soaked.. =,=.. damn.. this is just not my day isnt it.. even with the condition like that, i still attend the interview.. after taking the attendance, i got number 9.. it took 20 minute for each interview.. 8x20 = 160 minute, i'll have to wait with my wet clothes!! then comes the worst part, the cold is finally begin to struck me and the aircond makes it even worst!!! arrgghh!!! im trembling, freezing!!! but finally i got through the interview just fine.. and for the record, i didnt prepare anything for the interview.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while staying at muar, i lost my wallet in the toilet of some restaurant.. damn!! this is the worst!! still, this isnt my day.. im having a really bad day.. for some reason, i felt like im going to die.. hahaha.. im too reckless.. T,T .. this is the first time in my life, loosing my wallet.. i hate this.. =,=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a loongg loongg way back to KL.. to make it short, i finally made my new IC and its all thanks to Rudy for lending me some money.. its impossible to withdraw some money without IC.. but i need those money to make my new IC.. they didnt even accept the police report and even with my thumb print that match with the one in the bank book.. i hate this system!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is still a lot more!!! but i'll just put an end here and now.. hahahaha.. see ya!! miss u all!! just wait for my next post!! luv u all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is something that i've been looking for a very very long time.. its a song.. a song that carry a lot of my memories within it.. so, enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,arial; font-size: 12px;font-family:MS Sans Serif,arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sometimes late at night &lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping &lt;br /&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams &lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark &lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind &lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her &lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day &lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one &lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through &lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me &lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past &lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life &lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them &lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret &lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed &lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself &lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me &lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance &lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her &lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day &lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one &lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through &lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me &lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past &lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you love &lt;br /&gt;Just what you're thinking of &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the part that bring back my memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma,arial; font-size: 12px;font-family:MS Sans Serif,arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her &lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day &lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one &lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through &lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me &lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past &lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last &lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life &lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them &lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret &lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed &lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself &lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me &lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance &lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksxxVYHBkqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksxxVYHBkqI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - i think i'll missed my 8 am class.. hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-6456115129790473374?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6456115129790473374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=6456115129790473374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/6456115129790473374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/6456115129790473374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/07/againits-been-long-time.html' title='again..its been a long time..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7263845380356484475</id><published>2009-06-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:03:38.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance arrive..</title><content type='html'>yoo.. i guess, i change my mind since the schedule has been out now in the internet.. huhuhu.. base on the picture below, what do you guys think i should do..?? obviously, attend the interview rite.. well, at first when my sister called me n told me that the letter came, i was totally excited!! but shortly after that, for some reason that i dun want to explain here, im feeling a bit down.. but, deeply in my heart say, i want this job!! i want to run away from here!! i want to hold on to my dream!! i want to change my life!! i'll put everything i had for this chance!! but..... every beginning also mean an end to something.. ohh yea, almost forgot... i havent been interviewed yet and im thinking all this..?? hahahaha.. wish me luck guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sjuopy36vnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Kcmpuwo0AIg/s1600-h/spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ar08QWecNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ar08QWecNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at the moon so blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning all my thoughts to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was without hope or dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to dull an inner scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you . . . saw me through . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking on a path of air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See your faces everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you melt this heart of stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You take my hand to guide me home and now I�m in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took my heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my whole world was grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it�s cold at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in a world so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were there to warm my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came to mend a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave my life a brand new start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now . . . I �m in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took my heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my whole world was grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it�s cold at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won�t fear tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here where we stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never be alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took my heart away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my whole world was grey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it�s cold at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You become the meaning of my life . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s - I hate you!! gimme my heart back!! muahahahahahaha!!!(devilish laugh!!)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-4759506113234525140?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4759506113234525140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=4759506113234525140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;Sittiиq hєrє αll αℓoиє drєαmiи'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thiиkiиg of thє summєr dαys so ℓoиg αgo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whєи thє worℓd was yours aиd miиє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bєforє it turиєd right oи its sidє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;αиd I rєmmєmber how it fєlt to hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;αиd what about the pℓαиs wє madє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whєи wє wєrє youиq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evєи though wє'rє worℓds αpαrt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'rє αℓwαys iи my hєαrt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you єvєr fєєℓ ℓost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ℓikє you'd иєvєr bє fouиd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;αnd do you єvєr fєєℓ brokєи&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iиto piєcєs oи thє grouиd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;αиd do you єvєr fєєℓ scαrєd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ℓikє иobody cαrєs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just tєℓℓ mє whαt you иєєd αиd I'ℓℓ bє thєrє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cαusє you kиow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oиє thiиg iи ℓifє is truє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somєbody stiℓℓ ℓovєs you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somєbody stiℓℓ ℓovєs you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-9204225037063528767?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/9204225037063528767/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-1045975241573055120</id><published>2009-06-16T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:38:07.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friєиd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friєиd is somєoиє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who kиows thє soиg of your hєαrt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[&amp;amp;'] who cαи siиg it for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whєи you hαvє forgottєи it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friєиds αrє ℓikє stαrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You cαи't αℓwαys sєє thєm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you kиow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thєy αrє αℓwαys thєrє for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A truє friєиd is somєoиє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who rєαchєs for your hαиd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[&amp;amp;'] touchєs your hєαrt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aℓwαys drαw α circℓє&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;αrouиd thє oиєs you ℓovє,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;иєvєr drαw α hєαrt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bєcαusє hєαrts cαи bє brokєи,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but circlєs αrє иєvєr єиdiиg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='friєиd...'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7015632708318294632</id><published>2009-06-14T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:52:22.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it happen, it happen..</title><content type='html'>lately, a lot of thing happen.. without we even realize it.. bad things, good things, both of it.. even a nightmare for someone.. there is nothing we can do to undo it.. time does not run backward and it does not even stop for a second.. someone might laughing at this moment, someone might also crying.. but we, what are we doing right now..?? reading my boring post huh.. hehehe.. just joking.. but really, if we looked back for what we have done, are we happy with it..? just think about it for a moment, are we gonna live like in the past or are we gonna improve.. and for what really happen lately,  its a secret.. sorry guys.. hehehe.. but for those that having a bad day, i can only pray for u and hoping that it wont become worst eventhough i know its already worst.. face the reality even if u only have 1 day left to live.. wish you all the best my friend.. u might think that this is the end, but for me, this is only just the beginning.. just dont do some stupid things that might ruin your life forever.. and if u guys ever need any of my help again, u know where to find me.. it is my pleasure to help if needed.. we'll meet again my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best regards&lt;br /&gt;-wan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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happen..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-6907072330183325372</id><published>2009-06-11T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:12:12.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Pandang Belakang Congkak</title><content type='html'>ticket time: 12.00 a.m&lt;br /&gt;date: 11 june 2009&lt;br /&gt;place: midvalley&lt;br /&gt;safely return back home: 2.30 a.m&lt;br /&gt;transport: motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, arini aku gi tengok wayang citer "jangan pandang belakang congkak".. ala ala citer "scary movie" tapi ni versi malay.. hehehe.. gabungan antara "jangan pandang belakang" dan "congkak".. agaknye la.. aku teka je.. pada mulanya nak tengok pukul 9.30 p.m tapi tiket dah abis pulak.. 2 pawagam, dua2 abis.. tinggal pukul 12 je.. haih.. nak tak nak, sebat je la.. jam menunjukkan pukul 9.15 p.m.. ada lebih kurang 2 jam 45 minit lagi.. lama tu nak tunggu.. jadi sementara tunggu tu, aku dan member aku (apis) gi ar makan dulu kat McD.. dak apis ni la yg blanja aku tgk wayang.. hehe.. borak punya borak punya borak sampai la McD tutup tapi jam baru pukul 10.40 p.m.. haihh, ada lg 1 jam 20 minit ni.. pastu gi ar men game kat sebelah pusat bowling sampai kull 12.. yeahh!!! gi tgk movie!! hehehe.. citer dia ni leh tahan la.. aku yg biasanya jarang ketawa bila tgk citer2 seram camni, leh bantai gelak tak ingat dunia.. hahahaha.. tak bleh blah, tak bleh blah.. anyway, memang agak2 best la citer dia.. korang try la tgk.. memang gelak punya la.. seram pun ada gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh ye, di kesempatan ini juga, saya dengan rendah dirinya, mengucapkan selamat hari jadi Atie!! mana hadiah..?? hehehe.. ingatkan nak sambut besday atie arini, tapi apakan daya, KL dgn MUAR agak2 jauh.. hihihi.. well, tahun depan ada lagi.. la la la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni gambar ramalan tapak tangan kiri aku, sambil2 buang masa tu, aku pun gi ar main menatang tilik2 tapak tangan tu.. jeng jeng jeng.. pastu kluar la kertas bertuliskan ramalan yg aku sendiri tak pasti benar atau palsu.. hehehehe.. tapi rasanya cam betul je.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SjACEm9B_-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sIE9sD50RVg/s1600-h/tapaktangan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SjACEm9B_-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sIE9sD50RVg/s320/tapaktangan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345775035888041954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang ni plak aku dapat masa beli popcorn.. tak tau napa dia bg aku.. aku tgk org lain tak dapat pun.. aku bertuah agaknye. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SjAFcZ5kjWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r50LKDFvbso/s1600-h/Image470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SjAFcZ5kjWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r50LKDFvbso/s320/Image470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345778743235612002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- sorry sebab tulis dalam bahasa melayu, penat sangat ni.. hehehe.. dan sekarang, sudah tiba masanya untuk aku tidur.. ohh la la la.. oyasuminasai!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-6907072330183325372?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SjACEm9B_-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/sIE9sD50RVg/s72-c/tapaktangan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-8377161193586172169</id><published>2009-06-09T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:45:16.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can wait forever</title><content type='html'>this is a song by Air Supply.. the song really really touch my heart.. such a great voice and lyric.. even so, how many of us are truly willing to wait for someone they love forever..?? i really love this song!!! but for me, i dont think i can wait forever.. but i do wish tat i can wait forever.. and if i can sing this song for the one i love.. and if she can even hear it if i sing it in my heart.. i'll give my heart to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QiGFVxHLEnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QiGFVxHLEnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(graham russell, david foster, jay graydon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say, I miss the things you do&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get back close again to you&lt;br /&gt;But for now, your voice is near enough&lt;br /&gt;How I miss you and I miss your love&lt;br /&gt;And though, all the days that pass me by so slow&lt;br /&gt;All the emptiness inside me flows&lt;br /&gt;All around and theres no way out&lt;br /&gt;Im just thinking so much of you&lt;br /&gt;There was never any doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;If you say youll be there too&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever if you will&lt;br /&gt;I know its worth it all, to spend my life alone with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it looked as though my life was wrong&lt;br /&gt;You took my love and gave it somewhere to belong&lt;br /&gt;Ill be here, when hope is out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I were next to you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And though, Ill be reaching for you even though&lt;br /&gt;Youll be somewhere else, my love will go&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird on its way back home&lt;br /&gt;I could never let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;If you say youll be there too&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever if you will&lt;br /&gt;I know its worth it all, to spend my life alone with you&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus 3 times)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-8377161193586172169?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/8377161193586172169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=8377161193586172169&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/8377161193586172169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/8377161193586172169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-wait-forever.html' title='i can wait forever'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-1403038510306873777</id><published>2009-06-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:34:54.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;its been a while since i post a post rite.. hehee.. for this post, it might gone a bit long.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on 9 june 2009, 1.18a.m.. im safely sitting infront of my laptop and writing this post.. thats also mean tat im back in KL again.. arghhh.. i miss my hometown already.. eventho my sem break end up on 15th june, but i decide to return to KL early to finishing my final project.. hehehe.. im feeling a bit tired now.. actually, i was planning to going out poya-poya with my fren tat came from muar which also the one tat gave me a lift to KL.. we were planning to go for a terminator salvation movie at KLCC but unfortunately, they have to go back to muar bcoz of something tat uninvited.. i think my english had gone pretty bad huh.. ohh well, there will always be next time.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eventho i only spent about 3 days in my hometown, its been a really great day!! i had always spent my hole time in my room before.. but this time, a little adventure to light up my day.. hehehe.. well, as u guys might predict on 6 june 2009 (06-06-09) a prefferable date for a couple to put an end to their single life, there is soo many people that getting married on that date.. and as for me, getting an invitation is very much predictable.. =D my cousin's son is getting married at taman tun syed nasir in tanjung agas muar.. there is where my birth place is (hospital pakar sultanah aminah).. i was really excited going to muar, its not bcoz of the wedding, its bcoz i can meet up with my old fren and someone special to me that is my adik angkat..(what do we call adik angkat in english??) someone can help me??.. hehehe.. well, she always wanted to see me and always being noisy about me for not coming to muar.. i think, its been about 8 - 9 month since i last seeing her.. no wonder why she always like tat.. hehehe.. and there i am spending my time with my precious little sister and with all my best craziest fren.. i meet up with my little sister at noon in KFC, we were chatting and laughing all along.. times past so fast.. then, at night, i meet up with my fren and we go lepak at usual place which is kedai makan.. same thing also, we were chatting and laughing, talking about our life, about girls, hehehe.. and then 1 of us asking to go to cyber cafe to play warcraft III Dota, and since i was only menumpang dgn diorang, so terpaksa la ikut.. they wanted to play for a package of 4 hour for RM6 and u know what?? the time is 1 O'clock in the MORNING!! (1.00 a.m!!) tat means we'll be going home at 5.00 a.m.. hahaha.. wut the hell, i'll be sleeping in the cyber cafe for tat night.. ToT!! but im happy!! its been a long time since i spend my time with my best fren.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the last movie i watch, "Syurga Cinta".. at 1st i thot tat the movie were like some kind of boring type movie and to my suprise, the movie dpt sambutan yg agak menggalakkan.. and even more suprise, ramai yg datang adalah perempuan yg bertudung.. hehehe.. pawagam tu dah jadi syurga cinta bagiku memilih pasangan.. hohohoho.. well, the story is good and exciting.. i love watching it.. and if u guyz wanna know more, go watch urself.. hehehe.. the next movie tat i want to watch is "jangan pandang belakang congkak" kalau pandang...?? hehee.. then "terminator salvation", "night in the musem 2", "monster &amp;amp; allien", "hannah montana", "drag me to hell", and many more.. its looks like im going to watch all of them.. :P i wonder if i can even do tat.. hmm.. well, its movie time!!!! hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohh yea, before im going to sleep, im going to share something.. today, a person ask me(its a girl), she ask me "what will i do if i had a crush with someone??", then i reply "i'll do nothing, i'll just wait n see if the girl also had a crush on me, then i'll make my move", and then she ask me again "what if that girl had a crush on me but she already had someone??", i reply "then, i'll go find another girl lah.." and then she ask me again "what if the girl really fall in love with me??" this is a tough question but i already know the answer, "since she had someone already, i wont bother to disturb her and its also because i dont want anyone to do that to my girlfriend.. i wont doing something that i hate when people do it to me.." and then she said "ok.." but i think i know whose tat girl.. hehehe.. its too obvious.. and as for myself rite now, i dont have a heart to give to someone anymore.. its not like im giving up, its just tat i think its not the rite time now.. im sure the time will come, but not now.. at least.. the "me" rite now is more likely to enjoy himself as much as he can.. we can only live once, and life is like a candle, there will be the end that waiting for us and as the time pass by, we get nearer to it.. value ur life and dont waste it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday is a history, today is a gift and tomorrow is a mistery..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;life is short, so live ur life to the fullest!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but for now, a sleep wont ruin my life.. hehehe.. its 2.28a.m now.. well, goodnight &amp;amp; goodmorning everyone!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-1403038510306873777?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1403038510306873777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=1403038510306873777&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1403038510306873777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1403038510306873777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-3254192857841454261</id><published>2009-05-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:57:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><content type='html'>today atie invite me to watch a movie with rudy and mr. atif, she said we're going to watch Wolfverine the origins. i was pretty lazy to going out but as she insist to have me coming along, i cant help myself. we end up watching Star Trek since mr. atif were the 1 that buying the tickets. well, its ok for me. at first i tot that the movie were like boring 1 but when the movie start, i was amaze by the graphic and the story line, i was excited to know what will happen next as the movie goes on. it really cought my attention. i'll give 5 star for the movie as it was really interesting plus i like the actor, the 1 that play the role as Sylar in Heroes series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to watch the movie is 1 story and going back home is another story. the LRT is superbly pack with human being!!! eventho i know its a common situation in KL. in the LRT, ive been surrounded by girls!! at that moment, i dun have any besi to hold on to and i was like standing with 1 leg to fight the presure when the train move n for my 2nd leg just barely to keep me standing.. hahaha.. theres 1 girl that standing toooo close infront of me, im facing her back and trying to pulled back a little as the girl is super too close to me. i can barely breath tho. stuck like sardine, even sardine got some space i guess. when the train arrive at Setiawangsa then i got some space and hold on to the besi behind me. phewww.. i can breath like normal.. its not a pleasure moment for me eventho been surround by girls at everyside of me. heheh.. i didnt bleed my nose ok.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here a funny situation for me when i was taking a cab. as i open the door, i ask the driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "pakcik, pergi setapak tak??"&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "Setapak??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "urmm.. PV10"&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "ohhh.. itu PV10 ha, pergi2.."&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "itu PV10 danau kota sana, Setapak lain tempat"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ohhh.. sori2, terlupa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he supprise me with his chinese slang eventho his face looks totally malay!!! is he malay or shinese??? hmmm.. then we continue borak2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "Sewa sana ka??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "taklah, sana hostel tempat blaja, saya blaja kat KLMU"&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "ohhh.. pakcik pun slalu hantar prempuan kat situ.. ramai perempuan duduk situ"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "a'ah, sana ramai student duduk, student UTAR pun ada"&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "itulah, ramai tu perempuan kat situ"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "aaa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoh.. why in the world is he repeating about the girls..? is it just my imagination or.. he was laughing a bit with weird face.. i olso join him laughing.. n u guyz know what?? hes 65 year old!! hahaha.. just before we arrive at PV10 then i know why is he speaking with chinese slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "awak ni melayu kan??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "ya.."&lt;br /&gt;TaxiDriver: "laaa, pakcik ingat awak cina, sebab tu pakcik ckp slang cina tadi"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "hahaha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i cant blame him tho, hes not the 1st one to mistook me as a chinese people.. before this, theres even a chinese people that speak in mandarin to me and when i reply with "ha..??" then she said "ohhh, u malay ha.. sorry ar..". heh heh.. some pople said that i have that chinese look.. am i..?? i dunno.. u guess lah.. but ms. Alyani said that i looks like borneo ppl.. even her big bro said the same thing.. hahah.. i just know that im jawanese with both of my parent are jawa but i dunno how to speak jawa.. =P .. and then........ here i am writing this post.... now i want to get some rest doin the thing i always do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- life is not a problem to be solve but a gift to be enjoy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, enjoy urself ya!! but dun over joy it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-3254192857841454261?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/3254192857841454261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=3254192857841454261&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3254192857841454261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/3254192857841454261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/05/star-trek.html' title='Star Trek'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-2697619665875619019</id><published>2009-05-11T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:17:55.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>referring to :::m!Sz wItHouT fEeLinG::: post on the "Coming Soon" movie, here are some of the pic that i took.. actually we was planning to go to lawyat only to buy something but end up to time square where both of the ladies enjoying their shopping and lastly watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SgclsSjL4xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1VryGOAPbQM/s1600-h/Image407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SgclsSjL4xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1VryGOAPbQM/s320/Image407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334273726467531538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTED!! CRAZY SHOPAHOLIC!!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SgclsB6bRXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X-ERdRtjqqo/s1600-h/Image411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SgclsB6bRXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X-ERdRtjqqo/s320/Image411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334273722001606002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila kak farah jerit, atie terkejut sbb suara kak farah lain mcm je..&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sgclrw_uWfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B6DCojQs9dY/s1600-h/Image410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sgclrw_uWfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/B6DCojQs9dY/s320/Image410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334273717460425202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi bila atie jerit, kak farah gelak sbb tak tahan tgk muka atie yg klaka..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-2697619665875619019?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2697619665875619019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=2697619665875619019&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2697619665875619019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2697619665875619019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SgclsSjL4xI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1VryGOAPbQM/s72-c/Image407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-4361247748546453346</id><published>2009-05-11T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:55:26.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>our class was having an interview for the English midterm and everyone attend the interview with fabulous dress up except for Mark (absent). the interviewer is Mr. Mus and was helped by two of the student that finish the interview first which is me and kak farah. the interview was going smoothly eventho at first there are some misunderstanding about resume but everytin went well till the end. that was the 1st time for me to experience being an interviewer and its quite exciting to watch and interviewing all of my friend. there are a lot of funny moment that could made me laugh but i keep serious as the situation wouldnt let me laugh. hehehe.. well, i do realize that im also 1 of them and my interview was a disaster to me eventho Mr. Mus said that im doing Ok but i feel that i can do better than that. have to work on my nervous and be 100% prepare next time. and for u guyz, we still have a long way to go but for Bro Fadli, u did an excellent job.. well done.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sgch5vRVsvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/csSRyHoU4E8/s1600-h/Image393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sgch5vRVsvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/csSRyHoU4E8/s320/Image393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269559469093618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the interviewer (me &amp;amp; kak farah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a time that i felt like i was in a situation where Donald Trump meeting up with his apprentice when they failed the task that given. dunno why, maybe the pressure make my imagination to the "the apprentice" show.. hehehe.. i would love to say Donald Trump favourite phrase "Rudy, youre Fired!!".. hahahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-4361247748546453346?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/4361247748546453346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=4361247748546453346&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/4361247748546453346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/4361247748546453346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/05/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/Sgch5vRVsvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/csSRyHoU4E8/s72-c/Image393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-6209088505865399457</id><published>2009-04-27T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:21:10.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood Camp Rudy Affair Part II...</title><content type='html'>this is what happen after the KISS incident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SfUIdu8pzII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hkFTT9YW-io/s1600-h/Image302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SfUIdu8pzII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hkFTT9YW-io/s320/Image302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329175040974507138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim : Ohhhh..... How am i going to live like this... ~,~!!&lt;br /&gt;Rudy : My lips feel a little bit stiff... but im fine wit it.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy : Meremang Bulu ketiak belah kiri aku ni...&lt;br /&gt;Afif : Lawa betul pemandangan ni.. (pura2 tak nampak apa yg terjadi)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CameraMan : speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/02159172554922746984" rel="nofollow"&gt;sunnysideup &lt;/a&gt;version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rudy : whats wrong with my lips ? Last night the monkey didn't sleep with me ? Can it be true ? They say if a cockroach pee on your face , it'll get swollen !&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy : apa nak jadi ni ! two of mu committee members beraba2 their lip swollen lips ? What have they been up to ? Si camera man pulak tid ngan monyet !!! What have I done to deserve this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt style="text-align: center;" class="comment-author blogger-comment-icon" id="c7827228788726221292"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/12783676103318039378" rel="nofollow"&gt;:::m!Sz wItHouT fEeLinG:::&lt;/a&gt; version&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;kim : wut u have done rudy??? my gf will leave me!! argh... hate u rudy...&lt;br /&gt;rudy : i'm just be nice wif u as a fren dear even my lips looks weird..&lt;br /&gt;big guy : hang pa dua ne kenapa?? cuba jgn buat perangai kat tempat org...&lt;br /&gt;afif : kim,sukar utk aku nyatakan..tp aku akan bertanggungjawab....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - maafkan aku rudy... hahahahhaa... kalau2 korang ada dialog yg lg best, kasi post sini ye.. aku buat versi unplug plak.. hehehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-6209088505865399457?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6209088505865399457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=6209088505865399457&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/6209088505865399457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/6209088505865399457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/wood-camp-rudy-affair-part-ii.html' title='Wood Camp Rudy Affair Part II...'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SfUIdu8pzII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hkFTT9YW-io/s72-c/Image302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-2365678523137995730</id><published>2009-04-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:06:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood Camp Rudy Affair!! dont miss this!</title><content type='html'>i made this specially for u rudy.. wahahahaha.. 4 man conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SfQw57PQjxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UUDdeoB8ZMg/s1600-h/Image298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SfQw57PQjxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UUDdeoB8ZMg/s320/Image298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328938030798507794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy : Kim!! Kiss ME Kim!! Kiss ME!! Kiss ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kim : No Lahhh... (dengan malu2 menyinggul Rudy..)&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy : EEEeeEEeeEEee.....!! gelllllLinyaaa AkuUUuu..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Afif : Astagfirullah... maksiat maksiat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameraman (which is me) : wahahahahahahahaha...!!! (ketawa pai senak perot..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - Jgn marah ar Rudy.. Gambar ni yg bg aku idea... wahahahahahahaha... (still gelak lagi.. tak tahan da ni..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-2365678523137995730?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2365678523137995730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=2365678523137995730&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2365678523137995730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2365678523137995730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/wood-camp-rudy-affair-dont-miss-this.html' title='Wood Camp Rudy Affair!! dont miss this!'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SfQw57PQjxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UUDdeoB8ZMg/s72-c/Image298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-6980680972482671375</id><published>2009-04-23T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:59:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Funny + Real] Baby Bruce Lee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vQ27XqariE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vQ27XqariE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way of dragon..&lt;br /&gt;dunno if u guyz have ever seen this video, anyway, enjoy.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-6980680972482671375?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/6980680972482671375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=6980680972482671375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/6980680972482671375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/6980680972482671375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-real-baby-bruce-lee.html' title='[Funny + Real] Baby Bruce Lee!!'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-1656078379756158400</id><published>2009-04-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:49:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOD CAMP 2009</title><content type='html'>it is the greatest and bestest camp ever!!! eventho rite now i can barely walk.. or u can say i walk like tempang and even my fren ask me "kenapa ko jalan kengkang.." hahah.. i just donno how to explain to them.. but somehow i'll bear with the pain.. it cannot be compare with the excitement, enjoyment, and priceless happy memory with all my fren!! ohhh.. i might shed tears rite now.. i miss u quyz already!! and no, not u monkey.. huhuhu.. arghhh.. i can feel the pain at every part of my leg.. (T.T).. but, ohh well.. it will heal soon.. 2 day at the camp were like 2 weeks.. congrats to all the committee member.. u guyz has been doing a really great job and of course to our master mind Mr. Mus, u rock!! im looking forward to the next camp.. \(^O^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pic from me:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLGmxW3xI/AAAAAAAAADM/72PFgMnOdYg/s1600-h/Image322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLGmxW3xI/AAAAAAAAADM/72PFgMnOdYg/s320/Image322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326715036131319570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say peace monkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLG3ZY3KI/AAAAAAAAADU/kWllS7UNpmw/s1600-h/Image297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLG3ZY3KI/AAAAAAAAADU/kWllS7UNpmw/s320/Image297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326715040594189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you miss Alyani for coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLHPZsz7I/AAAAAAAAADc/UF1GJuWiw-k/s1600-h/Image289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLHPZsz7I/AAAAAAAAADc/UF1GJuWiw-k/s320/Image289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326715047037947826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawa tak hadiah ni..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexMQQPWAzI/AAAAAAAAADk/UmDBdxHeDgo/s1600-h/Image336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexMQQPWAzI/AAAAAAAAADk/UmDBdxHeDgo/s320/Image336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326716301393396530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim tutup sikit mulut tu, nanti masok lalat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexMQhVmGEI/AAAAAAAAADs/3sUcKHqC7ag/s1600-h/Image330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexMQhVmGEI/AAAAAAAAADs/3sUcKHqC7ag/s320/Image330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326716305983019074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexMQyv5B3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tF7DwRXWVIY/s1600-h/Image328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexMQyv5B3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tF7DwRXWVIY/s320/Image328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326716310656714610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gurls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeyJ3sYRPUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oQgvbgKthKc/s1600-h/Image365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeyJ3sYRPUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oQgvbgKthKc/s320/Image365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326784049171217730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whose that gurl in the white t-shirt.. hint-lu pikir la sendiri =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-1656078379756158400?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1656078379756158400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=1656078379756158400&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1656078379756158400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1656078379756158400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/wood-camp-2009.html' title='WOOD CAMP 2009'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SexLGmxW3xI/AAAAAAAAADM/72PFgMnOdYg/s72-c/Image322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-1319735621694910377</id><published>2009-04-16T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:10:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sharing is caring... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeYG7X1BDGI/AAAAAAAAACc/D140jnMk1rs/s1600-h/%2845442%291169900384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeYG7X1BDGI/AAAAAAAAACc/D140jnMk1rs/s320/%2845442%291169900384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324951226490621026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-1319735621694910377?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/1319735621694910377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=1319735621694910377&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1319735621694910377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/1319735621694910377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeYG7X1BDGI/AAAAAAAAACc/D140jnMk1rs/s72-c/%2845442%291169900384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7848910499863247059</id><published>2009-04-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:02:42.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for nothing..</title><content type='html'>ahhh, forgot to tell u guyz why i've choose miraculocious as my blog name.. and u guyz know why?? the reason is just because i think its a catchy name.. i guess.. for me... perhaps... huhuhuh.. and this is not my first blog actually.. its my 2nd.. my 1st blog was made when im sitting for my diploma on 2006.. just active for a couple of month or more.. well, before u guyz start to asking me why i didnt carry on with my "already exist" blog, let me give the reason here.. the reason is simple, "tutup buku lama, buka buku baru".. heheh.. plus, i dont want anyone to read what i've left or post back then.. it even make me embarassing myself.. i'll just going to leave it as it is.. i just couldnt believe that i, myself whose the one that post those things.. ohh well, let bygone be bygone.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - sorry for my english tho, im not a good writer not even a good singer.. hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-7848910499863247059?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7848910499863247059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=7848910499863247059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7848910499863247059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7848910499863247059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-for-nothing.html' title='Something for nothing..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-46419576983747808</id><published>2009-04-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:25:20.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abang &amp; Adik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX7f1hghEI/AAAAAAAAACU/7co9fHUOysE/s1600-h/Image250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX7f1hghEI/AAAAAAAAACU/7co9fHUOysE/s320/Image250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324938658797618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, whose picture is that..??&lt;br /&gt;me..?? are u sure..?? really really sure..?? definitely sure..??&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... let see...&lt;br /&gt;when u see me, u'll know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-46419576983747808?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/46419576983747808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=46419576983747808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/46419576983747808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/46419576983747808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/abang-adik.html' title='Abang &amp;amp; Adik'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX7f1hghEI/AAAAAAAAACU/7co9fHUOysE/s72-c/Image250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-7659573727569655656</id><published>2009-04-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:20:48.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pet... -::- Momo -::-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX36A7tepI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVshazIoDQI/s1600-h/Image266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX36A7tepI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVshazIoDQI/s320/Image266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324934710490397330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are u looking for me eYhh..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX35ycxHHI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jk0VEqxNyQk/s1600-h/Image264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX35ycxHHI/AAAAAAAAACE/Jk0VEqxNyQk/s320/Image264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324934706602515570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawt!! whose there..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX35_uZuoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CDe1UuOsiV4/s1600-h/Image257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX35_uZuoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CDe1UuOsiV4/s320/Image257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324934710166141570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not playing dead, im sleeping... now, if u'll excuse me... i have a dreamTrain to catch up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX35luzwLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pSANiv7U1t4/s1600-h/Image247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX35luzwLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pSANiv7U1t4/s320/Image247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324934703188525234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. my favorite spot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-7659573727569655656?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/7659573727569655656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=7659573727569655656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7659573727569655656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/7659573727569655656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pet-my-friend-that-goes-with-name.html' title='My Pet... -::- Momo -::-'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SeX36A7tepI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVshazIoDQI/s72-c/Image266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350591678134647816.post-2046165895177443970</id><published>2009-04-14T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:50:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Prediction About Me..</title><content type='html'>Ooopppss..you are born to enjoy.. You dont care about others. I mean you are always want to enjoy your life time, you are a person.. You will be very good in either education or workwise or business management! You are talented, kind (but with only people who you think are nice), very beautiful girls and guys, popular and more than lucky with anything in your lives. All the goodness does come with you. Your mind and body is just made perfect for love. You are loveble by any other numbers. But if you are a number 6 man, you will experience kinda looks from most girls and will involve in more than few relationships until you get married. If you are girl, most of you will get marry/engaged early. You are ! a caring person towards your family &amp;amp; friends . If you miss the half-way mark then you are about to suffer physically and mentally. Generally you will lead a very good inner-home happiness with nothing short of. You are a person of compassion, comfort &amp;amp; fairness, domestic responsibility, good judgement, and after all you can heal this world wounds to make peace for every life coz you have the great power of caring talent to make this world of love one step further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\(^O^)/ 90% of it is true about me.. the rest is up to u guyz to judge..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350591678134647816-2046165895177443970?l=miraculocious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/feeds/2046165895177443970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7350591678134647816&amp;postID=2046165895177443970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2046165895177443970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350591678134647816/posts/default/2046165895177443970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraculocious.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-about-author.html' title='Some Prediction About Me..'/><author><name>MiRaCLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18247584660912686624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8N5qBBS9RqI/SsDFvOkUU9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fWCyaS_Fqi8/S220/IMG_0299.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
