<?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-11235116</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:40:51.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectacular.Spastic</title><subtitle type='html'>explore my spasticWorld with your soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-112409369280108472</id><published>2005-08-15T09:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:14:52.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>anotherLost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4am i got a msg from ma sista..very simple yet meaningful 'PakRazak Meninggal Dunia'. Juz ysday she told me that the doctor said ma uncle wont survive since the heart, kidney and lungs are not funtioning anymore. how sad to loose another close family member and im not there to attend his funerel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i juz hope that Allah will bless him and place him with others goodMuslim in heaven.as far i knew him, he was a very decent man and a very goodMuslim.He spend the rest of his retirement life at the nearest mosque and reads Al-Quran.and i do hope he had the most of his life and happy with wat he gets even he been single for the past 17years after his lovely wife passed away.i alwiz adore his loyalness and loved for his wife as he never had attention to find any replacement.tat wat we callled pure true love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lastly..let us all pray for him and sedekahkan Al-Fatihah to him, ma  LovelyBapak, and others family members and Mukmin&amp;amp;Mukminin yg telah pergi buat selamanya.Semoga roh mereka dicucuri rahmat Allah s.w.t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-112409369280108472?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/112409369280108472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=112409369280108472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112409369280108472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112409369280108472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/08/anotherlost.html' title='anotherLost'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-112299471529795964</id><published>2005-08-02T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:58:35.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>da'Lost of a HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as i was overExcitedly talkin (as usual *smagat* slalu) i hear the BeapBeap sound...sounds familiar but its been ages i dun hear tat sound (almost 10mnths) thus i excuse maself and End the conversation. i enter ma NTLpin number....and i heard "blablabla &lt;strong&gt;zero&lt;/strong&gt; balance" as i thought so the Beapin' is a Reminder that ma credit aleady finish!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gosh...only 3weeks to go and why why why??? cant they detact the &lt;strong&gt;CURI&lt;/strong&gt;Line after im landed safely in msia!!!! arghhhhhhh now no more FOCphone calls...hahha REDBUSTER no more ma HERO...but than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like to convey my appreciation to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REDBUSTER&lt;/span&gt; for their support as the source of my inspirations, perseverance and my determination. The patience and understanding, despite my highly endless CALLIN demand have provided me the impetus and drive to complete my studies here in UK without feelin distance from ma family&amp;friends most important ma fav eva hobby *talkTalktalk* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my sincere appreciation goes to people who gimme the *keramat 0844735353* number, who had guided me to explore the various possibilities for the berHOURs2 phonecall to msia...hahhahaha so as for now instead i only say goodbye to ma UKfrens, now i would like to say goodbye first to RedBuster and thanks a lot...money cant pay back ur kindness!!! its sad to see ma HERO *mati sebelum tamat berjuang* apakan daya...jejakmu dapat diBAU oleh musuh yg JELES hehehhe muahks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-112299471529795964?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/112299471529795964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=112299471529795964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112299471529795964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112299471529795964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/08/dalost-of-hero.html' title='da&apos;Lost of a HERO'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-112253373679839128</id><published>2005-07-28T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T08:01:15.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>da'ClockTickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Advice for the married, planning to get married, single but notavailable, single and available, no love life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Somethingabout the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our livesthan for what it makes possible within our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasonsof social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I watched, as theyand their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, atbest, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjectingmyself or someone else to such a fate.And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. Theyseemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was an astounding sight,and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritationat the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much lesslove each other?The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Goodpeople can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to findsomeone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the earlystages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands oflittle things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelmingsexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period ofsexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts.Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get toknow each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desirelooms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to eachother. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and attheir best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to lookbeyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy eachother's company over the long term.If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to theworld. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if youcan always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousnesshave a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against thosewho do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When two people first get together, theytend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlesslyfascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationshipages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way youcan't accept, you will inevitably come to grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. Ifthat makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each dealwith the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real lifeof the heart resides in the poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships,while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn't become anunbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that wewill not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannotnourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart untilyou live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives anddreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couplesbitter and unsatisfied with their mates.So choose carefully and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you do, you will have chosena partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracleof marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not toostrong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most commonevents of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and lovebecomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To us they are not miracles,though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannotknow the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come.If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, thebloom will be flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negativetransformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I wasunable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actuallydeeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and thefear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things.But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Twoseparate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life thatpasses before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not aclosure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tensionand traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice containswithin it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to therichness that it alone contains.But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against allodds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but thereis a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within itthe power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, ifyou have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, ifyou have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be readyto seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience.When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly. [sm1 send tis 2me, so let's share it]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-112253373679839128?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/112253373679839128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=112253373679839128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112253373679839128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112253373679839128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/07/daclocktickin.html' title='da&apos;ClockTickin'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-112076334900480772</id><published>2005-07-07T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:17:48.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shockin' *LondonBomb*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;A series of explosions rocked London's Underground transit system during rush hour Thursday morning. The first explosion happened at about 8:51 a.m near the Liverpool Street station...At 8:56 a.m, there was an explosion near the King’s Cross and Russell Square stations...At 9:17 a.m, another explosion on a train traveling into Edgware Road station and At 9:47 a.m. (4:47 a.m. ET), there was an explosion on a bus at Upper Woburn Place near Tavistock Square&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tanggal 070705 another blackHistory been created...a very unpleasant shockin tragedy!!! total of 6 underground station and 1doubleDeck bus been attack and 37ppl killed while more than 700ppls injured...who's job is this?*&amp;amp;^ who's the masterPlanner? who's behind this stupid yukkiest unmoral scene??but why? for wat reason?wat did they get??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do they satisfy?? fulfilled their Animaldesire??stupid ppl no brain izit..make ppls life miserable and worst again and again all this WhiteArragont ppla will Point to Muslim!!! izit fair to make such judgment?why?and till when this agony will stop? will the defination of terrorist be change in Oxford dictionary from&lt;em&gt; freedom fighter&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Muslim/Islam&lt;/em&gt;? im sick of this stupid idiology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-112076334900480772?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/112076334900480772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=112076334900480772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112076334900480772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112076334900480772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/07/shockin-londonbomb.html' title='shockin&apos; *LondonBomb*'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-112066822285686255</id><published>2005-07-06T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:45:51.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i juz had a blast Shockk MSN with sm1 i knew not that long [April 2004] than we're apart and lost contact..but from a simple chat @fitness1st we bcame a CloseBuddy, coz why? she's so hyper juz like me..so talkative,witty and bubbly. very warmth to be with and a gr8 shoulder to cry on, we shared the same love storyLine..the heartache and the headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;almost a year, we again reunited by coincident instinct as she came across ma mind. there she goes added me to her list and so we start to update bout each other. she 1st asked me "hows ur luv life?" so i let her knows tat im happy with the sameOld guy i used to story her about..and she was happy for me, yet she replied "ohhh i dun make it with that guy ;(" i felt sympathy coz i know how happy she'll be evrytime she talked about him, her eyes will sparkle like start and her smile will flowrish continuosly. but she than gimme a gr8 SHOT to death...to ma big Blowy suprise..."honey...im married" wat???SHE's MARRIED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for god sake..obviously im happy for her..many2 BigCongrats to her...tis is wat we call fate or destiny, things tat we never planned but juz happens with miracles. she knew her hubby back than while she's pursuin her Master, and she HATES him sOoo much. yet with Allah ketentuan they met againand he comes straight to approached her and enter her life, takes her as his Lifepartner. they met back in july, proposed on september and engaged by october 2004. Now they're happily married [030605] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"kita hanya merancang, Tuhan yg menentukan" this is wat we called the GAME OF LIFE..wat we can do is juz HOPE and Pray for Allah bless...percaya pada Qada&amp;Qadar...we'll never know wat waiting for us ahead..the ques is Will We Be With the One we Love? or out of blueMoon meet sm1 and marry them? AjalMaut&amp;amp;Jodoh pertemuan ditangan Tuhan...BUT rmber, jodoh wont comes on its own...we have to Search for it. Dun be afraid to make mistake and be Hurt coz it will be the gr8est experience which will colorup' ourLife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--&gt; to those alreadyMarry, and soon toMarry *Congrats* and all the Best in facing ur new MamaPapa HoodLifecycle. Tuhan jadikan setiap umat itu berpasang-pasangan...juz a matter of time..dun worry ;)&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/11235116-112066822285686255?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/112066822285686255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=112066822285686255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112066822285686255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112066822285686255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/07/destiny.html' title='Destiny...'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-112016149676590455</id><published>2005-06-30T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T20:58:16.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will I dry up if ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the giving will i seek &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an upfront return..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will i be so charmed forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will i if 'dessicated' burn&lt;br /&gt;will u love me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unchained unrestricted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will u watch our love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in free flow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will u be the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my darkness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will you 'me' get to know&lt;br /&gt;i give for i see no reason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i give all i have and contain from my giving this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have learnt there is so much pleasure and pain.&lt;br /&gt;An ode to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my companian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by choice in your hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a seashore where tides come in swirling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leave we just some marks on the sands&lt;br /&gt;our footprints together our reasons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our likes and and our 'bits' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours and mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for now these do not matter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just us and our shared shards of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'juz curious, wat makes ppl open the door of *heart?' and wat makes ppl Locked it from others to enter? izit a hard or an easy decision to be make? wat make us so sure to Unlocked it? how far trust play the role? wats the magic spell? can anybody plz plz plz lemme know and share your thoughts of Love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;for me?? the feeling juz come on its own&lt;em&gt; NATURAL&lt;/em&gt;...without any force, without we realise it. you know when its happen as u can feel the letricShort, only u feel the butterfly in ur stomach, the BuluRoma meremang2.  agree? the feeling juz grow and no one can stop u from duin it so regardless the bad blackyside of it. but!!!will the feeling stop at 1point? and wat the cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-112016149676590455?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/112016149676590455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=112016149676590455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112016149676590455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/112016149676590455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-your-love.html' title='For Your Love'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111954333703249622</id><published>2005-06-23T15:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:32:14.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Kawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;erti sebuah Persahabatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/Hum20Tum20Movie20Cartoon20Strip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when we were young... i mean rily2 young, during the dino's age can you rmber the words of "Kawan Tipu2" or "Kawan Olok2"?? ever wonder how this word exist?? created by who?? and for wat purpose?? as im concern and stil rmber back to ma 80's kiddy playtime, it used for 2purpose. 1st bcoz wanna JagaHati our goodfren and 2nd for bein a pretender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the 1st purpose, letcee this situation where u have a very closefren, she's ur deskmate, ur recessMate, ur playMate, ur chatMate and you share all ur belongings with her. kire cam hanya Maut dpt pisahkan kamu berdua deh..Unfortunetly she hate this 1particular girl for her own Reason la kan...and this girl didnt do anythn wrong to u, so no reason for u to hate her or be enemy with her...hatta kerna mau jaga hati teman baik, maka we will said "saya kwn tipu2 je dgn &amp;^%$*". On the other hand, lessay u hate this GedixManjaGirl but ur bestfren somehow close to her...so in order to Stay in the frenship u'll again use the KwnOlok2/Tipu2 words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;however, this term juz demolished by the air without we realisin it as we grew older. no more Olok2/tipu2, all the relation is based on true/pure/sincere feeling. the question is how far you can satisfy ur fren with the frenship uve had offered? do they feel as sincere as u do? will they sacrify for u as u will do for them? will they respect the frenship? well i dun have the answer and still find tho'...do u??? what makes the bonding florish?? mangkin apa shud be used to ensure there is chemical reaction...how much the jisim to ensure the atom2/molekul2 will stick and form a good base???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lumrah manuasia...never satisfy with wat we had!!!*stuju? alwiz complain and xpuas ati even tho' we've been grant with all the duniawiWealth yg melimpahRuah. but we hardly be grateful and thankul. manusia yg TAMAK..very selfish...alwiz TerLupa pd yg Memberi...yesh here come the VerdicPower of "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobodys Perfect&lt;/span&gt;". but..but..we can alwiz improve ourself, make changes, come out from d'DarkGloomy EmptyLonely kepompong...fly thro d'wide open air, see the world from better view...be open-minded not close-minded. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; hurtin ur frens feeling by ignoring them,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; STOP&lt;/span&gt; ruin the frenshipband, for the reason she/he dun even know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; actin weirdo, juz act normal...terimala Kawan Seadanya dan SebagaiDia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, ma past experience taught me alot about the precious value of frenship...i used to be Alpa in valuin&amp;appreciatin ma fren, as they offered me not a Boat but a*ship*, and i dun realise until they confrant..."we wont know our badside untill ppl highlite it for us" bcoz???" we seems to have this blineSpot as we felt comfortable with our bodyEnvironment...sometimes we do have Different MindSet even among the BestestFren, so there will be things that we said indirectly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt; othr ppl feelings, or wat they done seems tak BEKENAN di mata kita and vise versa. for this situation only 2things we can do...either confrant [if she/he the type tat can accept CRITICiSM] or juz be Quite coz why???we never know how she/he &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ourself worst!!! so accept ppl as wat they are...if you want othr ppl to do the same to you. Respect their nature coz Allah creates us with so much Speciality&amp;amp; cukup sifat &amp;akal yg baik for THINKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to ma Spastic, uni10 frens and othr frens who comes&amp;amp;goes like ChipsMore...im glad to be LISTED in ur LongInfinite frens list and share thoughts, care, life and love witme. to ma newFren/cuminSoonfren im lukin foward to sign a gr8 contract to ensure both parties will be competitve advantage &amp; profitable. not to forgot ma one&amp;amp;only Lurve cant wait to be there and share d*ship* together with u and sail it to better secure destination. i am Lonely&amp;EMpty NOBODYwithout all of you. miss&amp;amp;lurve much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.Walk beside me and be my friend." - Albert Camus -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111954333703249622?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111954333703249622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111954333703249622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111954333703249622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111954333703249622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/tentang-kawan.html' title='Tentang Kawan'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111943582585325397</id><published>2005-06-22T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:27:06.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The GI Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Healthy and Easy Weight Loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Want to loose weight but don't want to go hungry on a low-call diet? so what do you do? Joins Kylie, Natalie Imbruglia and follow the GI Diet!!! GI stands for Glycaemic Index which is the rate at which our body absorb food and turn it into sugar. The lower the GI the "MORE YOU CAN EAT" nice huh??? no willPOwer required here coz why*&amp;^ the rule of GI Diet is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NEVER be hungry&lt;/span&gt;. More??? it is proen to reduce the Risks of HeartDiesease, HighCholestrol, HighBlood pressure and Diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;The trick is to combine Low GI foods with Medium GI foods but say NO-NO to High/Very High GI foods. Letcee what we can&amp;amp;cant eat..nyumnyumnyum**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Low GI foods&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;all meats - lamb/chicken/turky etc, all fish and shellfish, eggys, cheesey, all 'pure' FATS?? - oils &amp; butter, herbs &amp;amp; spices, low calorie soft drinks, tea &amp; artificail sweetner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Medium GI foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;most vege's - except potatoes &amp;amp; carrots, most fruits - except banana, mango &amp; pineapple, dairy products - yougurt, milk, &amp;amp; cream, pulses - beans, peas &amp; lentils, coffee and redwine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;High GI foods&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bread, rice, pasta, flour &amp;amp; all Cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Very High GI foods&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cakes &amp; confectionery, sweets&amp;amp;biscuits, potato crips&amp;amp;chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this newlyPlan will show d'difference within 2months!!!! quest to maself??? do i have Motivation??? hmmmmm letcee...anyone cares to join???come oh babeh, work it on babeh*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111943582585325397?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111943582585325397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111943582585325397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111943582585325397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111943582585325397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/gi-diet.html' title='The GI Diet'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111935668445423521</id><published>2005-06-21T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:24:44.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The New Break-Up FIX???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time it was easy. A splurge @the shops, a radical new haircut or intensive session in the gym equal to = FlushOut bad memories &lt;-- BreakUP...but now its been replaced by a new trendy by fixed the broken heart with an extreme alternative - PLASTIC SURGERY demm* it aEyya's Believe it or NOT, survey has showed that 65% of female patients decide to undergo this procedure after a relationship has ended!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/lipo4pre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/lipo4post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 64px; HEIGHT: 47px" height="47" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/implantsc1.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 64px; HEIGHT: 48px" height="48" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/implantsc2.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;::Before &amp; After::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5years ago, cosmetic surgery was seen as a LAST resort for older woman with more disposable income, were addressing those bidyparts for newfix. Leaving in the 21st century techno/global wave makes newly strong, independent woman in early twenties and thirties choose surgery as part of their DatingArsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's lead to this EXTREME makeover??? for better look &amp;amp; feel good? or to Restored self Esteem and boost Confidant that smackaway from your innerSoul as he dicth u out from his Life?? plzzz help me with this clueless answer im seek off*&amp;amp;^% &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111935668445423521?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111935668445423521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111935668445423521' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111935668445423521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111935668445423521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/extreme-makeover.html' title='Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111928884381311630</id><published>2005-06-20T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:16:12.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddin' Vibe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6Things about aEyya &amp; Wedding???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being 20's++ mean changin of MindView...its no more the old kiddy time where the long dragHours of endless chat and phone calls will be the issues of the she/he fancy, admirer, fall within, heart broken, frust menonggeng, jiwa kacau, rinduBangat, angau, with that "Encem/ Macho/ Stello/ Hypokrit/ Playboy guy or "Gediks/ Over/ Sweet/ Loyal etc girls among me&amp;amp;ma frens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Hottest Menggelegak issues are Engange&amp;Marriage!!!arghhh why why why??yesh i have to admit its about time for WE the 20's++ folks to step ahead to the world of being Mama&amp;amp;Papa. Two of ma bestBuddy will soon Kawin end of tis year..you know who you are ayte? and few had aleady in que to be the next in line. Sadly there's oso some of them that i missed their bigGlory Day due to distance and LostContact. its ok CONGRATULATION nways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkayDokie back to ma pointla...ma LovelyBrotha weds on September!!!and im not there to help or more to call as Kepoci for the preparation and plannin. How sad ayte..who say so?regardless how far i am, im still involve virtually..apa guna leave in zamanIT technology terkini*&amp;^% am i excited? ofCuse la, its been nearly 9years after the last weds happened @ma house thats will be abg.mamat wedding.So now all pun like very kecoh about what to do and so on so on. hahah but the most AWARE issue for i, me and maself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. What am i gonna Wear??and how many pairs*ahaks for sure nak glams kan* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. Do i have all the matchin2 accesories? handbag, heels, earing bla bla bla....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. How ma hair shud be?? salon all 4days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. the MakeUp??natural, glams, seductive *wakakka poyo's*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. How many seat are allocate for ma friendsssss??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;6. Who will be in ma VIP *ShortyCrammpy List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...you not agree wimme??hahha ya rite, for sure all of u have this problem rite?kan kan kan. even to attend normal weds for girls for sure la 1-3 will be the main thinggy but guys i guess 1&amp;amp;2 only. Xkisahla if ppl say **melaram nak ngalahkan pengantin dun care dun care.Bcoz of all this 6problematic thinggy la i FAILED to touch ma thesis today [busy search for Batik concept]&lt;-- saje cari excuse. Too all ma fren yg buzy dok wat preparation ahaks i know how CRAMP gilz ur head with all the kawin thinggy..hey but no worries im here to help....i love be the Imformal Weds Planner *yeah..anyone wanna hire me?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111928884381311630?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111928884381311630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111928884381311630' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111928884381311630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111928884381311630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/weddin-vibe.html' title='Weddin&apos; Vibe'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111900947992852460</id><published>2005-06-17T12:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:29:58.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ISLAM vs SELAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;BORN AS ISLAM ACT as??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kelahiran Yang Teristimewa" wat so special bout this telemovie? ISLAM**the key issue highlighted by the producere. How do you define or admit that you're a Muslim?? Bcoz you're born as Muslim coz your parents tides with the religious or bcoz you're really Act as a Muslim Beriman with the [6rukun Iman and 5Rukun Islam] therefore you are Muslim? I know this is a very sensitive issue to be point out. But than the telemovie had pull me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiman [the hero] been brought up' with a Muslim way, 5x daily prayer and reading Quran is a Must for him. He leaves happily&amp;peacefully with the family untill the parents decide to DIVORCE when he was 8yrs old and here start his DarkGloomy days. He change to be quite&amp;amp;wild till force the parents to send him to private skewl. He refuse to pray and berDOA coz to him Allah cant do anthin coz his last wish was not MAKBUL by Allah s.aw [xlet the parents undergo divorcy period].He was send to US to further his study but yet he stop and change to MusicClass. Than he came out with a Shocky news to marry this Chinese Girl in which the ceremony will be held in Church by PADERI??Allah still loves him, the girl left him a week b4 their marriage, 3yrs than he back to Msia stay with the mother and guess what??he became UnderwearModel..which than force the grandpa stop his post as IMAM coz TERTAMPAR HEBAT with his act. He had a big fight with his mom, with Allah "kunfayakun" he had an accident and Koma for 3months. He lost his voice, and he met a Mualaf patient in the ward which impress and open his heart back in learnin and become the TAQWA&amp;berIMAN Muslim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all i do admit and so far to be called as the PerfectMuslim. But i am happy for what i am, i have the basis which makes me ALERT the do's and dont's, which help prevent me from the Haram's and leads me to the Halal's. I heard once b4 ppl said that "dun go to deep analyse Quran coz it may leads you to be I'SIM [not to say gile guess more on confuse]" if and only if our heart&amp;amp;soul not fully full with pure strong IMAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Qada'&amp;Qadar [last rules of RukumIman], Allah Loves you thats why he test you out! Allah Loves my father thats why he takes him from me for good??!How far is this true?For me there's KEBENARAN behind this statement coz why??Allah take ma father forever from my side bcoz Allah doesnt want him to go thro all this heartache obstacles and safe him from mistakenly do any Sin coz the pressure of the Selfish world. and Allah test me by taking him off,which make me to be more independent and tuff, have more strenght and loves maself for what i am. "Menerima setiap ketentuannya adalah satu ibadat"it is so hard to point finger sayin or he/she is a good Muslim or he/she is Murtad coz why?? only Allah knows the best, only Allah can faily TIMBANG TARA our Dosa&amp;amp;Pahala, only Allah knows how sincere our Effort, only Allah knows how Kusyuk our prayer/puasa and only Allah have the power of "KunFayaKun". Wats important is our "Nawaitu" insyallah with Allah wants/wishes all the Brightside will be upon us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111900947992852460?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111900947992852460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111900947992852460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111900947992852460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111900947992852460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/islam-vs-selam.html' title='ISLAM vs SELAM'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111893182573847926</id><published>2005-06-16T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:23:45.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SweetSour Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2years back, 16August2003 was my big day coz why? its ma KonvoDay!! yeah after all the hard struggle time*&amp;^% rily? or shud i said the most fun eva time in ma lifeCycle [Outing 24hrs] nways to think back i felt so BlessfulBlisful and speacial to have ma Loves one [family&amp;amp;friends] to be there 2ghter wimme to celebrate "Hari ini Dalam Sejarah Hidupku".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today 16June2005 UniS held Konvo for all those undergrad people.Early in the mornin i heard all this happy TunyBirdy voice as they walked over ma court towards the Cathedral where's the ceremony held. So i take the opportunity to CONGRATS them from ma 3rd floor Window x) i can see the sparkx of satisfaction as all their hardwork is paid today.BUT!!!! there's something missing???wat izit?no Balloons,no Flowers and no TeddyBears???Even no Family??with them to celebrate...wat a sad day.Wat else you wish on this BigDay?Family&amp;frens to celebrate..but they are far away to reach this costly journey!!!RM4k per person juz to get your Butt here,minus other expenses like hotels, foods &amp; etc.Gift as a congrats token??To expensive to spend on a bouquet of flowers or box of chocolate*&amp;amp;^% coz all in POunds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now i understand why ma sister&amp;friends decide not to attend their KonvoDay instead back to Msia as soon as they finish their exams. To put maself in their shoe, i rather not attend the ceremony coz wats important is to celebrate it with Beloved family be there witness of our scroll handover, complete with the Jubah&amp;amp;Topi and share with them the gr8 day on our highest achievement. To those ma fren who celebrate their KonvoDay without family&amp;friends dont be sad, juz  think bout ur glory success. Its your speacial day so enjoy to the fullest and CONGRATULATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To all ma family&amp;friends who be there back in 16August2003 juz Allah knows how much i appreciate it dearly  and glad. Money cant repaid your kindness. Thanks a lot as "YOU BE THERE FOR ME!!!"Cant wait for next MSc konvo April 2006, will i attend???......-LurveMuch- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111893182573847926?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111893182573847926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111893182573847926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111893182573847926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111893182573847926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweetsour-convo.html' title='SweetSour Convo'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111868463633532973</id><published>2005-06-13T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:29:34.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;IM BACK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arlo' there...its been long enuf after ma CT's concert review.Sorry for bein demmm quite,but than now im back in phase.Will find some space to write on things around ma spastic world. Lets capture back what had happen to me for the last 2months!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul last minute holiday trip left me with 1001splendid experience. I love the place so much regardless the cleaniness and dusty issues i had there. But the scenery juz grab ma eyes and i adore it dearly. Plz plz plz ppl out there,do named Istanbul as 1 of your destination in your world holiday trip. i promise and ensure that you wont regrat with what you'll be experience there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was ma long waiting Destiny's Child concert. Till today i cant belive that im there watch it LIVE. The performance was fabulous. The stage was design simple yet elegance and very technology. For 1hour and 30minutes they sing without stop. every song have different GIMIK and danceMove which i used to watch on TV. Their shows full of suprise and there you go, all nyte long i keep on Boogy around from "say my name, to BabyBoy, to Charlie's Angel,[reminds me back to ma Uniten's days and ma Clubbin partner how we used to sing&amp;amp;dance] to Soldier. Its worth of money and time x) cant wait for ma next concert experience. Destiny's Child Fulfilled?? they really do..gr8 JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadtrip!Never cross ma mind tat im gonna make this happen. Thats what i like with last minute plan or do called spontaneous. Indeed this unplanned trip was the best experience ever in ma 24years of life cycle. From London drove to South back to London than to the East, North and West!!!all happens in 3full days...tired?nope the excitement and enjoyment covered them all. Check out ma &lt;a href="http://aeyya.fotopages.com"&gt;http://aeyya.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111868463633532973?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111868463633532973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111868463633532973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111868463633532973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111868463633532973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-in-phase.html' title='Back in Phase'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111299510427702152</id><published>2005-04-02T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:29:17.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RoyalAblbertHall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RoyalAlbert Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the Sparkling Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st April, at RoyalAlbert Hall...our young ambitious and talented singer Siti Nurhaliza had done her 1st big ever BLUST concert. For the past 10years of her contribution to Msian Music Industry, part of her excellent achivement of over 15awards/trophys yet i was only her social-liestner. Even tho' i never like her that much but i do listen to her songs as i find it NICE to hear and her voice ^%$£* was just too FINE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/withctnurhaliza006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG3036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...the angel had throw me MagicalDust, officially 1st April, that April Fool nyte, at Royal AlbertHall disaksikan oleh bintang2 udara malam di London, i am her BigFan!!!Kenapa?tak caya ek??ulang suara ek..i am now Siti BigFan..why??coz she prooved that she is the new born STAR, the Entertainer.no offend, before i only adore our Jazz Lagent Sheila Majid and our hyperAunt Anita Sarawak as for me, they got the package, they had the NaturalAura in THEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwork siti, you've done a good job. You're well prepared for the show...in RoyalAlbert with NO-backup singer, No-dancer..its TOTALLY her own show...yet she manage to engage well with the audience. Make them Sing&amp;Dance. Udah enggak ada "malu2 kucing" she's now more confident, have the feel, smooth move Yeap Thumb's up. but than...i juz hope that she can polish her English..go for class??do smthn work more on it. Ya it is good to Bring our Malay culture out, stick to Malay, being very patriotik and on...but no Harm learning and equipt ourself with English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG3046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG3047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the Dreaming AnuarZain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..beside than Siti, i met abg.Nuar on the day also x) damn..he was so cool and Encem!!!ahaks its like Jejaka Melayu Terakhir...lookin so good, Fit well with the Suit&amp;amp;Pink tie...amatla trendy&amp;fashionable k..*sapa2 xsetuju?* and not only that, he is sooooOoo down to earth,very chatty and now ma new buddyBig Bro. The outing to Portobello Market &amp;amp; NottingHill shopin event was gr8. you make ma day abg.Nuar!!! Xsabo nak balik Msia lepak kat DE, gi karoke and take a ride on his classyFiat car...uHhhuuHhhuh opsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="450" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/anuarzain.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111299510427702152?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111299510427702152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111299510427702152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111299510427702152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111299510427702152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/04/royalablberthall.html' title='RoyalAblbertHall'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111200133371209906</id><published>2005-03-28T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:28:57.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;valuables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 march 2005, Saturday...the new beginning lifeMethaposis of mine. Why?? Officially i start ma firstJob here in London...even tho' it is juz a Housekeeping Job at The Royal Surrey County Hospital [0700-1600] but i am yet Proud of maself [beside i manage to get ma own money]. never cross ma mind and eva imagine that i will do tis kind of work...wat i alwiz dreams off is having a sophificated Job, comfy chair, cosyRoom, well Professionaldress and on which ppl alwiz called as BlueColor worker. But than as i move here i start to looked the world in different view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2850.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of Money, damn the 7.3currency rate really KILL me...so no other choice,hahha blame to ma Shopin addiction which make me suffer for more and more £££.ok back to ma work, basically what i have to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Changing all the PlasticSampah, 2. 3x coffee&amp;tea round for the patient [0800,1000,1400], 3. Dry&amp;amp;wet Moppin the room and corridor, 4. hoover up total of 9 room [regardless ada/takde patient], 5. clean the Sinky [even tho' dah bersih] and 6. buffer the floor [very heavy lol the machine]. Ya cleaningJob...i am a big liar if i said im OK with the Job...juz god knows how Stres and Takut, damn im shaking all over maBody, cant imagine how to do and cope with the hospital environment...but yet as time goes by...i feel more and more comfortable and ease. Even i start to have conversation with the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2857.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this job really open ma heart&amp;eye the meaning of Kemanusiaan and how we are juz the same no matter how Rich or Poor we are, yet we still human. And all human have the rights to be treat fair and even, no such double-standard servise and on. Tabik SPRINGg and all respect to the nurse which rily2 kind and warm hearted to treat the patient no matter how bad their condition are.They must be Loves by Allah more...damn can u imagine they have to mandikan and even cuci all the kencing&amp;amp;berak...DAMN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i cant talk more even i want to...ma Assgn now Screaming for ME!!!ahaks to be continue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111200133371209906?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111200133371209906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111200133371209906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111200133371209906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111200133371209906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/first-job.html' title='First Job'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111108854113995902</id><published>2005-03-17T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:50:40.690Z</updated><title type='text'>SouLRhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SouLRhythm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Cobalah Untuk Setia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;apalah mau mu kasih&lt;br /&gt;kau pilih diriku di dalam hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;nyatanya ku lihat kini&lt;br /&gt;tak bisa kau coba untuk setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah cukuplah sudah&lt;br /&gt;ku memberikan waktu&lt;br /&gt;kau selalu tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;mencoba untuk setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu ku inginkan&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu ku nanti&lt;br /&gt;kau coba tuk mengerti&lt;br /&gt;apalah arti mencinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan harus kau sadari&lt;br /&gt;bila ingin bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;jangan coba kau ingkari&lt;br /&gt;cobalah untuk setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masihkah aku diinginkan&lt;br /&gt;masihkah aku didambakan&lt;br /&gt;masih ada waktu untukku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by ::Krisdayanti::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Mungkin Nanti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saatnya ku berkata&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin yang terakhir kalinya&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah lepaskan semua&lt;br /&gt;Ku yakin inilah waktunya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja kau bukan yang dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja rasa itu telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin bila nanti&lt;br /&gt;Kita akan bertemu lagi…&lt;br /&gt;Satu pintaku jangan&lt;br /&gt;Kau coba tanyakan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang kutinggal mati&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari kemarin&lt;br /&gt;Saat semua di sini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila hatimu termenung&lt;br /&gt;Bangun dari mimpi – mimpimu&lt;br /&gt;Membuka hatimu yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;Cerita saat bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak usah kau tanyakan lagi&lt;br /&gt;simpan saja untukmu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;semua saying kau cari&lt;br /&gt;semua rasa yang kau beri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by ::PeterPan::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Irama dan lagu tak dapat dipisahkan". Girls out there "khususNye" and Guys "amNye"i bet most of you will have what i used to call the ::KillerSong:: in which when eva you hear/heard the song on the air you will go like *Damn /WTF*/ *OMG.... durhhhh "yeah, this song" why??coz its related to you??in what kind of ways??hhaha only can be two,either its link to the most hapy shinny brighter moment, or the yukkiest shitest history of YOU and your friends, enemys, rivals and fur sure Loved or Love once!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some kind of ways...after so long Missin&amp;Dreamin bout IndonSongs badly..here it come the KillerSong 2005 fur me.Why??coz it Link with me in somekind of weird &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or degree,which only me [izit??anybody??] knows the connection. The best thing happen in Life is "to Love and be Loved" but yet it doesn't act as easy as it sound. Need full of commitment, understanding, passion, sacrifies, trustworthy, loyalty, honesty and respect. How i wish to have LoveMagical Book [like Charmed MagicBook], thousand bottles of LoveSpell mixture and cupid LoveStick with ME so that i can HELP the LoveBonding go On and On smoothly..why only storyTaLes??cant it be fur real?? ahaks but dun get me wrong, Im totally NO to "BOMOH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] Cobalah Untuk Setia - Krisdayanti :to ma Lovely Sist+Bro, hahha now me also dah ada the song!!!thx for lettin me know bout this KillSong...to sist "how i which i can do wat u told me..yeah maybe i should dedicate 2%£^"cik.laily acih for d'song, ijai for d'lyrics...to ira ahaks thx dear fur ur lovely heart wanted to send me d'song!!but than I've got it aleady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Mungkin Nanti - PeterPan :thanx to paktam whom 1st lemme know bout MungkinNanti, and make me wonderin day by day how the song sound like...thanx to ira for send me-off the file [listen to it 24hrs since d'moment ive donwload it..] and lastly thanx to ijai for the lyrics...oh ya also to Laily for the gr8 videoClip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy the songs &amp;amp; hup 2be your KillerSongs too&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111108854113995902?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111108854113995902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111108854113995902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111108854113995902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111108854113995902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/soulrhythm.html' title='SouLRhythm'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111083645810863539</id><published>2005-03-15T00:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:36:32.220Z</updated><title type='text'>halfMethaphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;half &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;Methaposis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG0619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One look&lt;br /&gt;One smile&lt;br /&gt;One touch&lt;br /&gt;One embrace&lt;br /&gt;One kiss&lt;br /&gt;One love&lt;br /&gt;Two people&lt;br /&gt;Two minds&lt;br /&gt;Two souls&lt;br /&gt;Two destinies&lt;br /&gt;One road&lt;br /&gt;One journey&lt;br /&gt;One ending&lt;br /&gt;Together..."US" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We've both changed a lot through the years,and so have things around us, but one thing will never change...the special bond between us, that keeps us close, no matter where we are...to the one i love, the one i live ma life, the reason i smile, the answer of ma prayers, the man of ma dreams, the love of ma life, the one and only ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; LoveLuvBoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"thanx for the Loveship you offer to me...appy 6months anniversary". May Allah Bless us and let our Love be a symbol of eternity that wipes away all sense of time, removing all sour memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. Love and missing Y.O.U dearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;xX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;muahksHuggsKishh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Xx&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/11235116-111083645810863539?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111083645810863539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111083645810863539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111083645810863539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111083645810863539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/halfmethaphosis.html' title='halfMethaphosis'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111080607841139060</id><published>2005-03-11T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T13:34:53.870Z</updated><title type='text'>powerSushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;powerSushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me,Cheryl and Nate went to Wembley Conference Centre for the Career Exhibition 2005 1st phase..with our semi-casual PowerSuit looked ahhah with all the confident and highly motivated aura to find Job in UK.However hahah as usual, u can never expect more right!we end up be Blurr with the coffers there...gee most of the booth is only JobSearch company..and pharmaceutical and engineering company in which not ma area of interest, but we do drop our CV. after 2hours loitering around the exhibition area we end up when to Leicester Street for our LateLunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/6c1576eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/fa41854a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;yeah "GIGIguli" fuhney aite the name..but who cares!!they offer such a nice Sushi..there's few set of meal been offered..but than since 3of us Rockin Stomach had start playing all the Grunch song..hahha we take the buffet than. For £14 we eat as muh as we can!!and credit to me as i eat 10plates! WOW so GeloJoh n Kebulur la me...for 6months been craving for sushi.and alast today i have it..nyum nyum nyum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;::miss Up-Town,Hartamas,NyteCircle,ItalianKitchen... waaWaaa nak balik mesia::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111080607841139060?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111080607841139060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111080607841139060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111080607841139060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111080607841139060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/powersushi.html' title='powerSushi'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111041048920349998</id><published>2005-03-10T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:21:29.210Z</updated><title type='text'>The MonaTales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONAfendi &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; MONAabdullahi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;murdered of Dato Mazlan Idrus, Ahli Dewan Undangan Negeri Pahang between 10pm till midnight on July 13, 1993 by MONAfendi&lt;/span&gt;?? how she without any Human empathy chop the body into 18pisces and buried him in a hole in a storeroom? after she takes his money RM300k for the upacara 'menggandakan duit'?? yeah its all bcoz of Money!! in juz a second people change to be ANIMAL juz bcoz of Money. No matter where you are, what language you used, what color/religious or believe you're &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RinggitMalaysia/Dollar/Pounds/Euro/Rupee*** are the most demand NEEDs&lt;/span&gt; in humanLife. War, Corruption, Murdered, even splitKnot of family&amp;amp;friends member are all effect from the darkside aura of money. We react aggressively, and be heartless juz to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EARN more and more money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please ma fren...yes we do need Money, but be modest, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;beSYUKUR&lt;/span&gt; with watever Allah allocate for us. We are TESted by Allah on how we manage this so called Precious *harta dunia* which wont lastLong. So don't be fool.. Be RICH with your own effort and ability, not by cheat or taken other people *OWNED* come lets be reUNIted and keep on REMIND our loves once that money CANT buy everything. To those who think &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MONEY is the KING&lt;/span&gt; of all happiness..to bad you're a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOSER..shame on Y.O.U&lt;/span&gt; *Think..Think..think*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;back&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..NEXT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;monday, March 8 @1735....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aeyya: so both of us do 400words each for each part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mona : ok, ill do the *functional and *dedicated team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aeyya: ya, ill crap out bout *Matrix and i do the intro. so we meet up on Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mona : oh, ok...*nyte thn, cz i have to do research on ma part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aeyya: oh i prefer we meet early cz its pretty muh cool @nyte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mona : ok around 6pm??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aeyya: ya, juz nice...so 6pm Library or ma Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mona : MmmmMmMm [with her unsure face] oh well, how about wait for ma calls,im afraid i have things to do..so lets open the time option ya...izit ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aeyya: ok than, u call me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Uni.of Surrey Student M.I.A"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 10 March : MONAabdullahi, MSc in Management student from University of Surrey been reported missing since yesterday by her Project Management groupmate. She told us that the last time she saw Mona was on Monday evening when they had their discussion on the PJM workcourse. However Mona had failed to turn up for the group 2nd meeting as been agreed. "I've try to call her since morning but no one answer. I keep on trying till late at night and still failed". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's few speculation on her missingness. However MONA is suspected been kidnapped or killed. Police are now looking for her white Ages boyfriend to help with this investigation. Anyone who have information about MONA [Iran's girl with brown wavy hair, 5"2 tall, 50-55kg weight] can contact the police or university itself at +44[0]01483******etx:52166. Her friend says, "I hope nothing had happen to her.I pray for her safety and she'll be back in good condition along with the Journal she took coz i NEED myJournal back badly!!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111041048920349998?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111041048920349998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111041048920349998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111041048920349998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111041048920349998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/monatales.html' title='The MonaTales'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111028853859499569</id><published>2005-03-08T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:51:25.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected newsBreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpected...newsBreak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;chomei_lond (10:52:56): dah ada paper unis yg kuar muka kiter yg glamer tu ker&lt;br /&gt;chomei_lond (10:52:58): :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;faraaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(10:53:04): wakkakakakka&lt;br /&gt;faraaya (10:53:09): dah kuar ke???? oh tidak&lt;br /&gt;faraaya (10:53:14): bila?? nak beli nak beli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;chomei_lond (10:53:51): byr kat lond arr&lt;br /&gt;chomei_lond (10:53:52): *ahaks* ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;faraaya (10:54:22): hehhehehehhehehhe&lt;br /&gt;faraaya (10:54:27): ohhh pusher ek??? bapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A minute than...knockKnock!! "take this..." &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; is this for real..i cant believe it, it juz for FUN. Me &amp; the RED traditional cloth with the cucuk sanggul??but who cares aite.Once in ma life time, i have the chance to be GLAMS...face posted in PAPER?? The facts that gurls will alwiz be gurls.*creditsCredit to maself* p.s//maybe post in LocalNewspaper soon *grink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme recap back what had happen on that particular nyte. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;February 28, 2005&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; evening &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;USSU's Rubix&lt;/span&gt; played host to the openin night of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;International Exhibition&lt;/span&gt;. The evening was a colorful celebration of international student societies presenting foodstuffs and culture paraphernalia from their home countries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2705.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/CIMG2719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[Me, Linda&amp;amp; Abg.Shah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Food from all over the world were presented to be sampled. There was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;satay[main dishes]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and tradition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kuih-muih [karipap, kasturi, agar2 &amp; ketayap] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;been prepared by the Malaysian society members. [Credits to ME,linda,fifah,fidah&amp;amp;k.anne - for the nyummy HANDMADE kuih-muih]. Among the many students and guests who attended including 6 local mayors, local MPs and various Ambassadors. It was a splendid and FUN nyte.See&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://aeyya.fotopages.com"&gt;http://aeyya.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for more colorful pix!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/11235116-111028853859499569?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111028853859499569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111028853859499569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111028853859499569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111028853859499569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/unexpected-newsbreak.html' title='Unexpected newsBreak'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111023503935489398</id><published>2005-03-07T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:33:30.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Man Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Man Attitude...How Far this is TRUE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;::Mans out there please dun get offended by this article. It means no harm, it is just something to share. Question that alwiz pop-out in GIRLZ mind, why is it so hard to understand man??Why they be so complicated?? People said that woman's are complicated and hard to please,however i found that its equal to man. Their level of complexity are just the same. Izit the EGO? or izit the worlds ancient rules that been outline ages ago by our GreatGreatGreatgranny's?It's doesn't mean that im against Islam rules and on, but its juz being logical and moderate align with the changes. A feature of modern woman's are no more "mother" and "wife"to a Man, we are now Man *1001 survival kit*. Thus Man, don't waste the added-value in US that Allah specially create beautifully in our body. Man from Venus and Woman from Mars....Man&amp;Woman only from Allah::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/face2face.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/manwoman.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Attitude is life's secret&lt;/span&gt;. We fail, succeed, rise and fall because of our attitude. Attitude is an impulse like a battery power behind our thinking mechanism. Our thought is not our attitude. Attitude is the&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; impulse that transforms our thoughts into words, deeds and gestures&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, we say something not because of our thoughts. But our thoughts were inspired by our attitude. Therefore, when one says bad words, it is not because of his thoughts but due to his wrong attitude. Attitude is the prime mover of our thoughts. We don't think for thinking itself. We think because there is attitude behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting aspect in man is his attitude towards himself. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In most cases, he does not know that he treats himself as an enemy although he would say he is a friend to himself&lt;/span&gt;. When he is an enemy to his own self, he is not in harmony with himself. His being a friend or enemy to himself is proven by his doings. According to one of the great religions, man is foolish and cruel. Foolish because he does not even know his own interest, and cruel because he often proves to be his own enemy. Besides being cruel to others, man is cruel to himself, and this cruelty is the cause of his foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In order for man to have a friendly attitude towards himself, he needs to develop trust in his heart and faith&lt;/span&gt;. When he becomes his own friend, he brings his external being into harmony with his inner being. If the internal being seeks one thing and the external being does another, then there is disharmony in oneself. When there is disharmony, there is confusion if not explosion within one self like a Mayon eruption. This is the reason why people commit suicide, have illness, depression and despair? They have irreconcilable conflict within themselves. Their attitudes are not friendly, kind and harmonious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one is afraid of someone who may do him harm, then the former inspires the latter to harm him. If he distrusts someone, one day that someone will deceive him for he gives the other a reason to do so. But if one has trust, the power of that trust may turn an enemy into a friend.Honesty and dishonesty are reflected in the same way in everything one is doing. If one's attitude is not right, then his dishonesty is reflected by whatever he does. And his dishonesty manifested by his deeds will cause others to distrust him, making the relationship between the two becomes disharmonious. The opposite is true if one has the right attitude. Hence, right and wrong doings are not only religious teachings but scientific and logical truths. For with the wrong attitude, nothing right can be accomplished, but with the right attitude nothing can go wrong, even if doing it is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within our hearts is a divine and sacred power. And this power can be cherished and developed if we have the right attitude. It is easy to have the right attitude. But to keep it stable is made difficult because of the world's bad influences, changes, temptations and falsehood. Once attitude is developed, however, it will be difficult to change or eradicate it. Lack of steadiness, persistence, and perseverance are the real culprits for our failures and disappointments. It is not the prayer, the place where we pray and the faith we claim that count but our attitude. When we ride a bus, the collector does not ask us about our possessions, position, and where we come from. He simply asks us, "ticket, please." If we can present it, then we are admitted. Self-respect, self-esteem, and the unending struggle against the seven deadly sins are healthy attitudes. To say something on what we see is not right is not finding faults in others. We are merely setting things in their right perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man does not like to admit he has wrong attitude towards himself because he is afraid of his faults&lt;/span&gt;. But if he only looks at and criticizes himself, he will find there is so much to change that he will have no more time to criticize others. It is this man who proves he is wise. A man who constantly finds fault and criticize himself, consciously correct them and make himself better has the right attitude. He is the man who has the greatest chance to succeed. He will attain his goals and aims in life. If you criticize and correct yourself and I will do the same to myself, then we have no time to find faults on each other. By then, we slowly make ourselves better and therefore make us succeed in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111023503935489398?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111023503935489398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111023503935489398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111023503935489398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111023503935489398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-attitude.html' title='Man Attitude'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111014342094280445</id><published>2005-03-06T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:29:25.066Z</updated><title type='text'>The Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Girl, understand why&lt;br /&gt;See it's burning me to hold onto this&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do But that don't mean I want to&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you&lt;br /&gt;I justI feel like this is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;And its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna burn for me to say this&lt;br /&gt;But it's comin from my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time coming&lt;br /&gt;But we done been fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna work this out&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think ya gonna change yaI do but you don't&lt;br /&gt;Think it's best we go our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I should stay in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;When I'm hurting baby,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't happy baby&lt;br /&gt;Plus theres so many other things I gotta deal with&lt;br /&gt;I think that you should let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to&lt;br /&gt;But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to&lt;br /&gt;Even though this might bruise you&lt;br /&gt;Let it burnLet it burn...Gotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know it's best for you except but you&lt;br /&gt;Hate the thought of her being with someone else&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it's over&lt;br /&gt;You know that it was through&lt;br /&gt;Let it burnLet it burnGotta let it burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendin' pages I ain't supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Got somebody here but I want you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself&lt;br /&gt;Callin' her your name&lt;br /&gt;Ladies tell me do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?&lt;br /&gt;It's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I know she ain't comin back&lt;br /&gt;What I gotta do now&lt;br /&gt;To get my shorty back&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ooo ooo ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Man I don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Without my booo&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone for too long&lt;br /&gt;It's been fifty-eleven days, um-teen hours&lt;br /&gt;Imma be burnin' till you return (let it burn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that&lt;br /&gt;I need to move onOn the other side&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break down and cry (ooooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that&lt;br /&gt;I need to move onOn the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooohOoh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh ooohSo many days,&lt;br /&gt;so many hoursI'm still burnin' till you return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/love5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/love3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/love4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chilling Sunday Evening…sitting alone in ma cosy warmy *shell* company by Usher Confessions album soothing ma loneliness soul. Track 6!! Why is it attracting me that much?? What’s so special bout this song? What’s it all about?? BURN…talking about *wrapping up a Love* or *giving up a Love*. Confession that very abstract…topics that have no boundaries of limitation. You can talk about it all nyte long but yet there’s still no conclusion to be made or not even a solution to be sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why this happen? People alwiz said that 'Love make people blind' how far is this true? Who to blame? The Lovers or the Love itself? We all want to fall in love. Why?? Because the experience make us feel completely alive…where every emotion is magnified. How we know the cupid had the LoveStick on us? When the whole body shudders, trembling and the stomach churns in front of them, is this we call love? I have no idea what is the benchmark of falling in love. But I do believe, when something has gone over your ego boundaries and demise of life principle, you can deem it as falling in love. Only the soul&amp;amp;body knows that you FALL in love, thus listen to your inner voice of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is about scarifies, trust and honesty. To me ::Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less:: Even love may only last a moment, an hour, or an afternoon. but that doesn’t diminish its value. Because why? We are left with the memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. That how powerful Love aura is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Y.O.U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no matter how hard the obstacle kicking me off, no matter what people said and think I alwiz and forever will cherish the Love moment of our life. Love you! May Allah help and guide us to the best of our Loveship. To ma beloved &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;S.P.A.S.T.I.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you’re born with the best eva Love quality that man seek from a Lover…don’t worry, just keep on searching. No rush…Allah has create the ONE for you, it just a matter of time. Soon you’ll meet HIM. Thanx for all the thoughts we share…the opinion and advice that guide me. To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A.L.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There is only one happiness in life,to love and be loved.Thus don't you ever waste it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111014342094280445?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111014342094280445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111014342094280445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111014342094280445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111014342094280445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/confession.html' title='The Confession'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111005904505916881</id><published>2005-03-05T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:51:08.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Spastic.Metaphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My pillow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Enveloping me in your soft folds of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Eyes closed, your gentle caress soothes my concernsand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;carries my thoughts to a bed of pure contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Completely satisfied, I lay in your sweet embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;longing to remain indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="127" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/aeyya210.jpg" width="160" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="134" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/aeyya211.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dedicated specially to ma &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pisces.Spastic&lt;/span&gt; [Busuk 0303 &amp; Kentut 0703] on your lovely 24th birthday. May it be a pleasing interludes for your love and happiness, a bright gateway for your work and wealth success. Thanks for the *spectacular* friendship you both offered to me. I will cherish these bonding till the end of ma' metaphosis cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Money wont be enough to pay all the loves and cares you both give to me. Gee juz Allah knows how much i miss our crazy "cacat" conversation through out the nyte from our "same-same" lovestorylines to the world chaotic headlines. You both always lighten up ma gloomy day and make me smiling like psycho kidz. We talk, we laugh, and we cry like the worlds belong to us!!may this triplet "farah" bonding remain foreva till the end of life along with others spastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LoveHuggsKishh&lt;/span&gt; - aEyya-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111005904505916881?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111005904505916881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111005904505916881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111005904505916881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111005904505916881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/spasticmetaphosis.html' title='Spastic.Metaphosis'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-111001563367751303</id><published>2005-03-05T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T09:45:09.020Z</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Art of Listening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/lovetalkin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When a relationship goes sour, one of the first things to suffer is communication. If you can't communicate with each other, then there is no possible way to salvage the relationship. The thing to do is to prevent communication from ever being a problem. One of the most important aspects of this is to learn how to be a good listener. Listed below are a few guidelines to help you achieve this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Give Them Your Undivided Attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When your lover wants to talk, put everything else out of your mind and actually be there with them while they are talking. You cannot possibly listen to them if you are thinking about other things you would rather be doing, or have to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listen To What Is Actually Being Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is especially true if you are in a disagreement. It is very easy to pick out the things in what your partner is saying that you want to hear and can throw back at them. This is not some high school debate class where you score points for winning an argument, this is your sweetheart and your actions here and now will dictate the course of the rest of your life together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Look At Them When They Are Talking To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever tried to talk to someone that refused to make eye contact with you? It is very disheartening, especially when you have something important to say. When talking with your sweetie, actually look at them and not around the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Notice The Hidden Emotional Tone Of Your Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very often, your partner won't say exactly what is on their mind straight away and it is up to you to draw them out. By looking for their emotional tone, through their body language, voice inflections etc., you will get a very good indicator of what is actually bothering them and also how it is affecting them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Acknowledge Your Partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A correct acknowledgement can very often completely resolve a dispute in one go. It has a two-fold effect: 1. It tells your partner that you have heard and understand what they are saying and 2. It makes them feel better by releasing some of the emotional baggage that may have built up on the subject. A good rule of thumb when there is a lot of emotional baggage attached to a situation, is to acknowledge them by repeating in your own words what they have just said to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Remain Calm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If your sweetheart is angry, very often they will lash out at you because you are there and are someone they can take their frustration out on. While this may not be pleasant and the most ideal way to handle a situation, I'm afraid it is part of the job description of being a sweetheart. Realize that it is just a way for your sweetie to vent and resist the urge to get angry back, it will only make things worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-111001563367751303?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/111001563367751303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=111001563367751303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111001563367751303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/111001563367751303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/art-of-listening.html' title='The Art of Listening'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11235116.post-110998418834455863</id><published>2005-03-05T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:17:19.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly saluting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfly Saluting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ButterflyTales is now starting up its metaphosis process. After a long waiting and thinking period, i finally decide to do it regardless the time constraint. Basically this blogtale will be entirely about ME, [obviously*duhh*] particularly the throw of curvy balls in ma life and how i deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It is a remarkable series of changes between seemingly very different forms culminating in the emergence of a butterfly. Throughout nature there are fantastic and fascinating occurrences of many kinds. The metamorphosis of an egg to a butterfly is just one of those wonders". Just how in the rhythm of ma life, i sometimes find myself out of tune. But than i believe that, as long as there's love in ma hearts to provide the melody...the music plays on.Which brings me back to the initial point of the metaphosis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all reader out there, Welcome to ma ButterflyTales.Enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11235116-110998418834455863?l=aeyya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/feeds/110998418834455863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11235116&amp;postID=110998418834455863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/110998418834455863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11235116/posts/default/110998418834455863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aeyya.blogspot.com/2005/03/butterfly-saluting.html' title='Butterfly saluting'/><author><name>aeyya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16288422996446104937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v736/aeyya/EVENT018.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
