<?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-1656393257666447194</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:42:11.713+08:00</updated><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='love and life'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='education and cereer'/><title type='text'>GuGu's SOLILOQUY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-2828588040127796449</id><published>2010-02-16T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:21:22.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and life'/><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air~</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I updated this blog.. So i guess you want some surprise after all the waiting right? Okay..here's the surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I'M GETTING MARRIED! Yup..it's true..but first thing's first. I'll be engaged to the man of my life this 14th March. At first we planned to get married early 2011, but later my boyfriend proposed to make in November/December. Not 2011, but this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, in a few months, I'll be someone's wife! It's very exciting.. but I'm worried that I can't be the best wife to him.. But don't worry dear, I'll try my best.. Please guide me and I promise, I'll make you happy for the rest of our life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my family shows good response over the plan as long as we have enough financial support. So wait for further news ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love is in the air~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/S3pw7M_7NxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gGmD6J_MKWc/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/S3pw7M_7NxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gGmD6J_MKWc/s320/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438783662407235346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-2828588040127796449?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2828588040127796449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/2828588040127796449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/2828588040127796449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air~'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/S3pw7M_7NxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gGmD6J_MKWc/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-5066271005420116653</id><published>2009-11-15T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:04:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Japanese Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Japanese name is &lt;b&gt;Arisa  Aihara&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/721/"&gt;Take The Original Japanese Name Generator by Shu today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/"&gt;Name Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-5066271005420116653?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5066271005420116653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-japanese-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/5066271005420116653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/5066271005420116653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-japanese-name.html' title='My Japanese Name'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-7437648432978911131</id><published>2009-11-01T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:13:34.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Sometimes We Had to Accept the Unacceptable.</title><content type='html'>Salam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm, it's been a long time since I last wrote on my blog... It's not that I did not want to say something here, but because I felt like there's nothing to share... Eventually, I realised that this blog is not only about sharing, but also expressing.. Expressing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately I found quite lots of shocking news, in both pleasant an unpleasant ways. I didn't notice that time flies so fast. Everything is changing without me realising. I guess I am the only person who still hasn't moved on. Or maybe I was in my own world for quite a long time that I couldn't see all this coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. I'm weak. I'm fragile. I'm an all-the-world-couldn't-care-less girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it doesn't matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Kelly Clarkson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-7437648432978911131?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7437648432978911131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-we-had-to-accept-unacceptable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/7437648432978911131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/7437648432978911131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-we-had-to-accept-unacceptable.html' title='Sometimes We Had to Accept the Unacceptable.'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-1692140641503166887</id><published>2009-07-08T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:54:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Climb" by Miley Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can almost see it,&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;But theres a voice inside my head sayin'&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a up-hill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But, No, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause theres always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a up-hill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about whats waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's The Climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith baby&lt;br /&gt;Its all about&lt;br /&gt;Its all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep the faith woah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday I moved one step further into my future. But somehow it brought me down back to the bottom. This is part of the and chances and challenges I've decided to take. But to be honest, part of me is breaking. Worries surround me. I'm a bit emotional these days. I know I rarely share my feelings. But now I have to let it out. It's painful in here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My dear, I really want to thank you for standing by my side and hold my hands so that I wouldn't fall down and break into pieces. I will never give up. I will fight until my last breath. Fight for our love. Currently I'm listening to these two songs "The Climb" and "No Boundaries". They really bring me back to life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"No Boundaries" by kris Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds, hours, so many days&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want but how long can you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Every moment lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you’ve lost your way&lt;br /&gt;What if your chances are already gone?&lt;br /&gt;Started believing that I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you give me one good reason to fight and never walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So here I am - still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make it through the pain; Weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Then, take it by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I fought to the limit, stand on the edge&lt;br /&gt;What if today is as good as it gets?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where the future's heading&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's gonna bring me down&lt;br /&gt;I've jumped every bridge and I've heard every lie&lt;br /&gt;I risked being safe but I always knew why - I always knew why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am - still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make it through the pain; Weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Just when you almost gave up on your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Then, take it by the hand and show you that you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You can go higher; You can go deeper&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries above and beneath you&lt;br /&gt;Break every rule `cause there's nothing between you and your dreams&lt;br /&gt;With every step, you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;With every step you climb another mountain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath, it's harder to believe&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through the pain&lt;br /&gt;Weather the hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p/s: I L U s m...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-1692140641503166887?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1692140641503166887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-beginning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/1692140641503166887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/1692140641503166887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s Just the Beginning'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-2261000416453547115</id><published>2009-05-25T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:46:16.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Fun in JB (Lawatan Sambil Belajar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Shz4uaE6V4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/idTbYYYnbno/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, I went to UTM Skudai to see my best buddies &lt;strong&gt;Aza &amp;amp; Zai&lt;/strong&gt;. They were my 'best naughty friends' in MRSM Jasin. hehe.. The last time we met was in Zai's engagement last December. It was so fun to see them again. Well, it was like hen party before Aza got enganged and Zai got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 22nd May 2009&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I arrived at Sri Putri, Skudai at 8.00 PM. After waiting like 20 minutes, Aza &amp;amp; Zai came to pick me up and we went straight to &lt;strong&gt;Kolej 9 UTM&lt;/strong&gt; Skudai. Luckily they had bought some food from Pasar Malam because I was starving..haha.. Then we had our so-called dinner: megi goreng, kuew teow goreng, nasi goreng, 1/2 ayam golek, crispy apam balik, &lt;em&gt;'kepok lekor disalut kuah yg melekit'&lt;/em&gt; (Zai, 2009), air soya n teh bunga. We catched up with each other and went to bed at 3pm, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 23rd May 2009&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up when the sun was already heating the room. So I took my bath while waiting for the girls to be awake. So we took more than an hour to get ready (yeah, putting make up on Aza's face. Tak aci Aza nmpk lg cantek dr aku &amp;amp; Zai yg solekkan dia!). Then we headed to the town. They decided (I wasn't given the chance to suggest any place to go) to bring me to &lt;strong&gt;Jusco Tebrau&lt;/strong&gt; (rather call it 'historical place' for some other reason). My stomach was already singing rock song. But first, we had to buy movie ticket. We decided to watch &lt;strong&gt;"Night at the Museum 2"&lt;/strong&gt; because "Terminator" hadn't been released. I was so excited (okay, they were more excited, mocking me for hadn't been to the cinema for 6 months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340416734312159106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Shz4uaE6V4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/idTbYYYnbno/s320/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to Jusco Tebrau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I had been complaining about my stomach, we went straight to the makan place. After analyzing the pro &amp;amp; con and calories and so on (yeah, I was with 2 'chemistry' post-grad students. Okay I was exaggerating a bit ;-p), we decided to have lunch in &lt;strong&gt;Kenny Rogers Roasters&lt;/strong&gt;. Bankrap la aku. Tapi takpe la, once in a while jumpa diorg ni. After menjadikan KRR tu macam bapak kitorg nye restoran (haha couple kt belakang kitorg mesti tension sebab tak dapat makan dengan tenang), kami pon dengan senang hatinya masuk ke Jusco yang memang menguji 'kerasionalan' tu. It's shopping time! Badly not for me. Aza bought Lancome make-up set, which cost her bf RM250++ (pandai eh ko Aza mentang2 nak tunang). Aku yang pada asalnya taknak shopping telah membeli 2 helai baju! haha.. 1 sweatshirt yg sgt murah (alasan membeli: aku pkai short sleeves so nanti kt dlm cinema sejuk) and 1 blouse yg sgt cantik (at least pada mata kitorg) yg ada 70% less. Both cost me less than RM25. Bijak berbelanja kan aku?hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340416728051952994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Shz4uCwXLWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8vE1vxGlEBw/s320/n1638860977_266944_2808112.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zai &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night at the Museum 2 is awesome! Worth every cent of your money. It is a simple story with simple plot but full of comedy and you'll enjoy the entire screening. So for those who enjoyed Night at the Museum 1, make sure you go watch this movie. The character "Kahmunrah" the Egypt King really made us laugh, non-stop. You'll meet the old characters (including the favourite "Dumb Dumb" and the monkey) and be introduced with the new ones (like Kahmunrah and his gang). After the movie, we continued shopping (okay, correction- they continued shopping.hehe..) Then before we went back to the college, we dined in at Zai's favourite Kelantanese kedai makan (heh, dah biasa) and I ordered &lt;strong&gt;nasi daging merah&lt;/strong&gt;. We continued our chit-chat and went to bed at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 24th May 2009&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the day before, we woke up nearly noon, took our bath and got ready. I packed my bag as I would go home straight away. After Aza and Zai discussed where to go (that time I gave the decision to them), they decided to show me &lt;strong&gt;Plaza Angsana&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, I'd been there several times but that was long time ago. Angsana is still like Angsana 10 years back. We ate at &lt;strong&gt;McD&lt;/strong&gt; and then jalan2 to Romantika because Aza needed to find some stuff for the engangement hantaran. While Aza and Zai were 'analyzing' those stuff, I loitered around and bumped into a guy whom looked familiar. He smiled all the way down the escalator like he was a popular artiste. Well, after I worked my head for several minutes, it rang a bell that that guy was on tv. He was one of the contestants in LG Mystarz (I was not sure whether he went to the finale or not because I watched it once or twice). I think the name is Hairi, or something like that, and I think he shouldn't be full of himself because his voice sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus home at 6.00PM and reached Pontian 35 minutes later. Anyway, thanks Zai and Aza for the wonderful weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-2261000416453547115?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2261000416453547115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-fun-in-jb-lawatan-sambil-belajar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/2261000416453547115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/2261000416453547115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-fun-in-jb-lawatan-sambil-belajar.html' title='Having Fun in JB (Lawatan Sambil Belajar)'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Shz4uaE6V4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/idTbYYYnbno/s72-c/DSC01994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-8952357225106740553</id><published>2009-05-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:40:37.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>KRIS ALLENation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/ShTqYV5owtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wcwvz8np4qI/s1600-h/finalist-kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338149162257531602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/ShTqYV5owtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wcwvz8np4qI/s320/finalist-kris-allen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/ShTqYV5owtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wcwvz8np4qI/s1600-h/finalist-kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay, Kris Allen won &lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/entertainment/ci_12416404?nclick_check=1"&gt;American Idol Season 8&lt;/a&gt;! He's one of my favourite contestants in AI. Both finalists, Kris and the rock star, Adam Lambert, are great, and I didn't really mind who won because both of them deserved to win the competition. Both have stunning talent and personalities, complete package (good looking , for sure!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought this year's AI was going to be like last year's. Last year, the rock star, David Cook won AI (Adam Lambert is more like Cook), leaving David Archuletta at second place (yeah Kris Allen is more like Archuletta, but with less nerdy look!). Sure Americans changed their view this year. No matter what, I hope Kris will hit music industry faster than Adam, unlike David Cook who seems to be invisible now, compared to David Archuletta (shite, "A Little To Not Over You" is playing in my head right now!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kris Allen is a singer/songwriter from Conway, Arkansas.  His passion for music began when he taught himself to play the guitar at age 13, and he has since learned the piano, viola and ukulele. His talents and soulful voice have given him the opportunity to perform at numerous music venues as well as the chance to share his gifts and faith with many of the under privileged and oppressed people of the world. His travels to Spain, Morocco, Thailand, Burma, Mozambique and South Africa have influenced his music and inspired him to share it with others. Kris debuted his first full-length CD, "Brand New Shoes", in September 2007. The album spotlights his musical capabilities in songwriting, guitar, piano and vocals.  Kris is known for his laidback and unassuming personality, and his music itself is full of depth, energy and soul. "&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kallenmusic.com/introduction.htm"&gt;(kallenmusic.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338161211571257458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/ShT1VtF5QHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pKQa7J_HTSw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kris Allen &amp;amp; Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratz Kris! Chiow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1656393257666447194-8952357225106740553?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8952357225106740553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allenation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/8952357225106740553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/8952357225106740553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allenation.html' title='KRIS ALLENation!'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/ShTqYV5owtI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wcwvz8np4qI/s72-c/finalist-kris-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-4496897033614871847</id><published>2009-05-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:55:56.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and life'/><title type='text'>Three Years of Tree Planting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This month is a very beautiful month. People say May is very special. Many occasions happen in May. Labour's Day, Mother's Day, Nurse's Day as well as Teacher's Day. But there's another special day in May. *wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just can't believe it has been 3 years. And I'm so grateful that it is still warm and it grows bigger day by day.. What? Not the stomach. The LOVE. hahaha.. Erm maybe together with the stomach. His, not mine. ;p Well, as you all know we had our hard times before we got together. Hurdles and hurdles. Which make us stronger, thank God. Okay perhaps I was less appreciative compared to him (as people might see), but I know what want and I'm happy with what I have in my life right now. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but up until now, he's the one I picture in my future. I really hope it all will come through. What I can do is pray and and pray. May God bless us. Amin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To him, I would like to thank you for these wonderful 3 years we have been together. And thank you for the bonsai. I will take good care of it and one day we can water it together while laughing to our silliness in our youth. I want to make you smile for the rest of your life. I LOVE YOU, Badrul Hisyam Zakaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good days ahead~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-4496897033614871847?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4496897033614871847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-years-of-tree-planting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/4496897033614871847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/4496897033614871847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-years-of-tree-planting.html' title='Three Years of Tree Planting'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-3725759309652923696</id><published>2009-05-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:00:11.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education and cereer'/><title type='text'>Cher, Teachor, Teacher, Cikgu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assalamualaikum and good day to all readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is 16th May. It's teacher's day. So to all teachers, (no matter what your students call you: teacher, cher, teachor(the 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd were what my students called me during my practicum) or cikgu), HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY. It's not easy being a teacher, like what have been discussed in my other blog: (&lt;a href="http://misz-riena.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-i-was-born-to-be-teacher.html"&gt;http://misz-riena.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-i-was-born-to-be-teacher.html&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 2 months time, I'll be a teacher, full-fledged teacher (Insya Allah). Well, it's still hard to believe. I'm still afraid that I will be destroying other people's future, because I still remember some of my teachers taught me wrong when I was in primary and secondary school, and I repeat, I still remember it. I'm not saying that my teachers were not good. They had given me a lot, and without them, I'd not be where I am right now. I really owe them a lot and I would like to thank all my teachers in SK Ayer Baloi, Pontian, Johor, MRSM Muadzam Shah, Pahang and MRSM Jasin, Melaka. Not forgetting the lecturers of Institut Pendidikan Guru Malaysia Kampus Kota Bharu as well as Universiti Teknologi MARA, Shah Alam (particularly Faculty of Education). Without all of you, I am NO ONE. Only God can grant you with happiness in 'akhirat'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all my Cohort 2 friends: GOOD LUCK. Remember don't destroy your students' future.haha.. We teach not to become popular, not to become rich. We teach our children to become future respectable leaders of the world. And may Allah bless you always... Insya Allah. Teach with sincere heart and I hope to see you guys again when we are doing our PhD. Aminnn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that, chiow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Guru Pembina Negara Bangsa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-3725759309652923696?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3725759309652923696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/cher-teachor-teacher-cikgu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/3725759309652923696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/3725759309652923696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/cher-teachor-teacher-cikgu.html' title='Cher, Teachor, Teacher, Cikgu.'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-541861149982616656</id><published>2009-05-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:08:11.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and life'/><title type='text'>Goodbye My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;June 2003 – April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;50 students.&lt;br /&gt;50 personalities.&lt;br /&gt;But we were one. COHORT 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that Cohort 2 has come to an end. We have gone through our six years together, laugh, cry, study, work… we do it all together. From the faces of all my friends, I know it’s hard for them to leave each other. Well, to me, I learned a lot since the past 6 years. I knew friends. Then I lost some. I learned what life is, what love is. I met him, dumped him, and found him again. This TESL Link Programme did not only give me knowledge, but also experience, which is so precious and priceless. When I think about it, I realise that time flies so fast that six years has ended. Yup, setiap pertemuan itu mesti ada perpisahan. We meet and depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the Pre-Convo Dinner on 18th April 2009, I saw many of my friends burst their tears especially during the exclusive-video viewing and also when our beloved Mdm Nori started to cry while singing us a song. But I just couldn’t cry. I don’t know. The truth is I rarely cried in front of other people. Okay, except when I watch sad movies. Haha (Memet, ko la kantoikan aku tgk Millionaire’s First Love..) Am I strong? No. I am weak inside. I just could not show it. I don’t know how to show it actually. I am very reserved.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apart from my laziness for having to go back to the college to attend COURSES, I am actually full of joy right now. My friends and I will be meeting again! And we can do our silly things again, for the last time, before we leave our childishness and move on to adulthood. Huhu.. Most importantly, I can see my other half! Yea‼ Yup, it’s sad to think that after this we cannot have breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner and supper together again. T_T . sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’ll continue this sad story of Cohort 2 when I get back from KISSM and BTN. Chiow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336433850445084578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7SUDcmN6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A3_JpEZPwIc/s320/DSC01888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;with my beloved bf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336435210590932466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7TjOYozfI/AAAAAAAAACY/vuvri5KuX4c/s320/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;with maya &amp;amp; memet fatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336437259626631090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7Vafo0T7I/AAAAAAAAACo/WkudqWO48-g/s320/DSC01911.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;mak mertua tapisan pertama..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336439593547320978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7XiWK3zpI/AAAAAAAAACw/zcqVyHrTjtQ/s320/DSC01902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;proof that some people had been crying..not u azura..hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-541861149982616656?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/541861149982616656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/541861149982616656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/541861149982616656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-my-friends.html' title='Goodbye My Friends'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7SUDcmN6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A3_JpEZPwIc/s72-c/DSC01888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656393257666447194.post-5047790847660446633</id><published>2009-05-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:14:42.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Foreword</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hi there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thanks for dropping by. This is my new blog. It is not that I have shut down ‘Soliloquy’, but that blog is meant for educational or more serious issues, while this blog is more casual and more about my life and what happens around me. Therefore here I will share my personal thoughts and experience, basically about life. Okay, pen off. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333457643013596994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/SgQ_d-xq50I/AAAAAAAAABI/s2Eev0rv40I/s320/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1656393257666447194-5047790847660446633?l=gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5047790847660446633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/foreword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/5047790847660446633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656393257666447194/posts/default/5047790847660446633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gugutheartoflife.blogspot.com/2009/05/foreword.html' title='Foreword'/><author><name>mIsz RieNa @ GuGu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07710403932335727320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/Sg7sd1fkJCI/AAAAAAAAADA/hYvJIDN829w/S220/DSC01554+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xAmqC_rSs0E/SgQ_d-xq50I/AAAAAAAAABI/s2Eev0rv40I/s72-c/DSC01746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
