<?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-4106331951509601317</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:46:39.635+08:00</updated><category term='ramadan'/><category term='people'/><category term='stories'/><category term='etc etc etc'/><category term='boy n girl'/><category term='august'/><category term='snow'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='september'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>CintaHatiNiniKaz&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'>" I just wanna be HAPPY.. "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-7527353561770463544</id><published>2012-01-08T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:31:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So true in so many different ways..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtu_tG8IkzU/Twkb4rWCqVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kg_8FwiZ1E/s1600/392244_214076205345896_144541028966081_475304_938218367_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtu_tG8IkzU/Twkb4rWCqVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kg_8FwiZ1E/s1600/392244_214076205345896_144541028966081_475304_938218367_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-7527353561770463544?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7527353561770463544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=7527353561770463544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7527353561770463544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7527353561770463544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-true-in-so-many-different-ways.html' title='So true in so many different ways..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtu_tG8IkzU/Twkb4rWCqVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kg_8FwiZ1E/s72-c/392244_214076205345896_144541028966081_475304_938218367_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2814564992233516988</id><published>2012-01-08T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:07:23.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine and his compatibility..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True or false. Got this from somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bd" id="yui_3_1_1_1_1325994369701132"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If a Scorpio and a Sagittarius want to make a love match, they should be warned to slow down, take their time getting to know one another on a deep, significant level or else they run the risk of getting way ahead of themselves. This relationship could be over before either partner even realizes it's started if they're not careful! Their patience will be very richly rewarded. Sagittarius thrives on change, on the new and the exciting and on the power of positive thought. Scorpio just wants to get closer and strengthen emotional ties. Early in the relationship, Sagittarius could feel hemmed in by Scorpio's rapt attention and high expectations for love. If Scorpio can control their emotions, these two are in for satisfaction and excitement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both Scorpio and Sagittarius see each day as an adventure (or in Scorpio's case, a compelling mystery) and as an endless opportunity to explore, to probe, to learn. Shared escapades bring them closer. While Sagittarius may get fed up with Scorpio's stubbornness and inflexibility, Scorpio could be thinking their Sagittarius mate is just a little too hotheaded. They'll enjoy learning together, and travel could be very beneficial for this pair. Their relationship is always on the go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pluto and Mars rule Scorpio, and Mars and Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter. Mars is the God of War, opening the door for Scorpio's determined, courageous character. Mars, when combined with Pluto, represents rebirth and renewal. Jupiter focuses on philosophy, higher learning, expansion, optimism, luck and travel. These planetary attributes -- of growth, expansion and masculine energy -- combine to create a sustainable relationship of mutual admiration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scorpio is a Water Sign, and Sagittarius is a Fire Sign. Sagittarius is the spontaneous partner, heading in the direction their whim leads them, while Scorpio's motives are more subdued, less easy to read. Even if they run into misunderstandings or misinterpretations of each other's motivations, crisis can be averted. If these love mates agree that their relationship is significant, their devotion and affection will see them through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scorpio is a Fixed Sign, and Sagittarius is a Mutable Sign. Both of these love mates can multitask like pros, keeping each other's interests at heart, juggling birthdays and special dates with family obligations, but it really takes Scorpio's follow-through to get anything finished in this pair. Sagittarius gets the urge to jump around from project to project, so Scorpio's stick-to-it-tivness comes in handy. Lucky for Scorp partners, Sagittarius notices all the work their mates put in -- and they definitely show their appreciation when they know it's needed. Scorpio can be stubborn, exacting and demanding, so this mate needs to give their Sagittarius love their personal space and time for their own interests. Scorpio leads Sagittarius' ideas fruition, even if Sagittarius has lost interest and moved on. So they're not all work and no play, Sagittarius comes through with their knack for flexibility, a positive quality that sometimes wins out over resolute determination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the best thing about the Scorpio-Sagittarius relationship? The security and flexibility they can give one another. Once they open up to one another and to appreciate their different philosophies in love and in life, these two have potential for steamy relations, deep connections and heartfelt respect. &lt;b&gt;As long as they communicate and celebrate their differences, theirs will be a passionate relationship.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2814564992233516988?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2814564992233516988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2814564992233516988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2814564992233516988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2814564992233516988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/mine-and-his-compatibility.html' title='Mine and his compatibility..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6730716807999497753</id><published>2012-01-08T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:04:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures for Photo Camp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tW1A2Jt1ORk/TwkMD9EcdeI/AAAAAAAAASI/zcbYQbjg-rA/s1600/IMG_0772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tW1A2Jt1ORk/TwkMD9EcdeI/AAAAAAAAASI/zcbYQbjg-rA/s400/IMG_0772.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just testing the light.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTDHTundoRU/TwkMkPLZXtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/P24KeFcBQ30/s1600/IMG_0799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTDHTundoRU/TwkMkPLZXtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/P24KeFcBQ30/s400/IMG_0799.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the limited picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYKjNUlznEQ/TwkNY9j8tjI/AAAAAAAAASg/7w71Ik_mqqU/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYKjNUlznEQ/TwkNY9j8tjI/AAAAAAAAASg/7w71Ik_mqqU/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a sample of a portrait.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G22kHk35pa4/TwkO8WA7SOI/AAAAAAAAATA/ClIe6rpXUyU/s1600/IMG_0957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G22kHk35pa4/TwkO8WA7SOI/AAAAAAAAATA/ClIe6rpXUyU/s640/IMG_0957.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is MY FAVORITE! This technique is called panning..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OogIFgqQBCY/TwkOVqPtuwI/AAAAAAAAASw/CKMd4UhzyeM/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OogIFgqQBCY/TwkOVqPtuwI/AAAAAAAAASw/CKMd4UhzyeM/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fast shutter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTjnRtro1qk/TwkQ089YArI/AAAAAAAAATw/uTDmLbo73nk/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTjnRtro1qk/TwkQ089YArI/AAAAAAAAATw/uTDmLbo73nk/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset blue green.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2F-9gRnr_o/TwkR43elJRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wslQufMfKzQ/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2F-9gRnr_o/TwkR43elJRI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wslQufMfKzQ/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset pink red.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHa1OSb1I7Y/TwkRqn9hDPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PcgQbYe-t6Y/s1600/IMG_1159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHa1OSb1I7Y/TwkRqn9hDPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PcgQbYe-t6Y/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset pink blue.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QiRnl72520/TwkSDvEXANI/AAAAAAAAAUY/c2JMc8jg8BU/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8QiRnl72520/TwkSDvEXANI/AAAAAAAAAUY/c2JMc8jg8BU/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nini Night scene.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4Y44tF5Hzk/TwkS2mD4ckI/AAAAAAAAAUw/peKf-GvgQOA/s1600/IMG_1223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4Y44tF5Hzk/TwkS2mD4ckI/AAAAAAAAAUw/peKf-GvgQOA/s400/IMG_1223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devil Night scene.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpEYmiAi4jc/TwkSj_FiaSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ltXswGRCVe0/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hpEYmiAi4jc/TwkSj_FiaSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ltXswGRCVe0/s400/IMG_1222.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angel Night scene.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt3xZj_Sb_Y/TwkSToRZUtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VHyUHIRVHTg/s1600/IMG_1219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt3xZj_Sb_Y/TwkSToRZUtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VHyUHIRVHTg/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man Night scene.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVPrOtLbTsA/TwkTE2OGdGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n2SBOT3UMQA/s1600/IMG_1239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVPrOtLbTsA/TwkTE2OGdGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n2SBOT3UMQA/s640/IMG_1239.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moon at night. So mysteriously beautiful..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6730716807999497753?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6730716807999497753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6730716807999497753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6730716807999497753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6730716807999497753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/pictures-for-photo-camp.html' title='Pictures for Photo Camp...'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tW1A2Jt1ORk/TwkMD9EcdeI/AAAAAAAAASI/zcbYQbjg-rA/s72-c/IMG_0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-936013957309223498</id><published>2012-01-08T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:58:33.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Camp, January 7, 2011</title><content type='html'>12 hours of non-stop photography in UiTM Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;Was it tyring? hot? exhilirating?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best photography experiences I've had. I was definitely up for the challenge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this camp was to take our 7 pictures for our assignment; slow shutter, fast shutter, limited, extended, portrait, landscape and panning.. Other than that, we've learned the techniques on how to take pictures of the sunset and night scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures I took.. Obviously I cnt show you all of the pictures since theres too many..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-936013957309223498?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/936013957309223498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=936013957309223498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/936013957309223498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/936013957309223498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-camp-january-7-2011.html' title='Photo Camp, January 7, 2011'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-9091137239166337804</id><published>2012-01-08T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:12:10.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger..</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I posted something. I think this blog is getting pretty dusty. Will keep posting atleast once a week, when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes back towards, time management. And that is what we're going to start doing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-9091137239166337804?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9091137239166337804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=9091137239166337804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9091137239166337804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9091137239166337804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2012/01/linger.html' title='Linger..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1570663200898263920</id><published>2011-12-11T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:54:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;   &lt;h3&gt;Overview&lt;/h3&gt;If riding things out makes you feel too passive, then this period of 'wait and see' is serving its purpose. You are not totally in control of what is going on around you right now, and the sooner you realize that, the better. Take solace in the fact that just because you are not exercising your power does not mean that you don't have power. You will be able to use it later, when you are in a position to be more effective with what you do. The time is not right to act.        &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1570663200898263920?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1570663200898263920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1570663200898263920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1570663200898263920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1570663200898263920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/definitely-true.html' title='Definitely true..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6686541688212500806</id><published>2011-12-11T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:53:28.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship overview?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Pay more attention to your own mood than that of your lover. Go your separate ways for the evening if that's what it takes to keep you both happy.        &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we've been doing that since last week. Dammit! Darn horoscopes can turn out true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6686541688212500806?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6686541688212500806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6686541688212500806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6686541688212500806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6686541688212500806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/relationship-overview.html' title='Relationship overview?'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4187131697209488756</id><published>2011-12-11T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:52:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie for Tonight..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Follow all your whims today, no matter how unexpected or illogical they may be.        &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4187131697209488756?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4187131697209488756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4187131697209488756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4187131697209488756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4187131697209488756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/quickie-for-tonight.html' title='A quickie for Tonight..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8675668815357468199</id><published>2011-12-11T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:20:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Economics: Second Edition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally, I am definitely not the biggest of &lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;. However, on my &lt;b&gt;fourth semester &lt;/b&gt;of studying Mass Communication, we are doomed to study this one subject: &lt;b&gt;Principles of Economics.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is like a little piece of hell for me when I saw the subject code. I was like "Fudge! How the hell am I going to pass this subject?!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided to take things positively which turns out to be good since the 1st chapter and the 2nd chapter which were Introduction to &lt;b&gt;Microeconomics&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Demand &amp;amp; Supply&lt;/b&gt;. However, when we moved towards the 3rd chapter: &lt;b&gt;Market Equilibrium&lt;/b&gt;, my mind starts to spin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Who could blame me? The word "Equilibrium" definitely took my words away. And it definitely did. I couldn't even do the exercise I was given and I certainly tried to understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess &lt;b&gt;me and numbers aren't going to make it together.&lt;/b&gt; I think I'd prefer sticking to words. So much more easier for me and others to understand, unlike number which can only cause a &lt;b&gt;migrane&lt;/b&gt; for people like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No worries, &lt;b&gt;I'm not a quitter.&lt;/b&gt; Definitely going to keep learning economics and I will master it as much as i mastered all of the other subject.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Luck Khairani!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8675668815357468199?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8675668815357468199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8675668815357468199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8675668815357468199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8675668815357468199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/principles-of-economics-second-edition.html' title='Principles of Economics: Second Edition.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4979191498397577296</id><published>2011-12-09T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:59:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 year old covers Train, Hey Soul Sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TruIq5IxuiU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4979191498397577296?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4979191498397577296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4979191498397577296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4979191498397577296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4979191498397577296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/8-year-old-covers-train-hey-soul-sister.html' title='8 year old covers Train, Hey Soul Sister!'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TruIq5IxuiU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3492188238009303873</id><published>2011-12-09T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:26:11.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily overview: Saggitarious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Quickie&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Be on the lookout for someone who is all talk but no action. They need your help.        &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Overview&lt;/h3&gt;It's the small stuff that really matters today, so drill down to the details that matter most. It's a good time for you to enlist the aid of people who really get what they're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3492188238009303873?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3492188238009303873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3492188238009303873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3492188238009303873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3492188238009303873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/daily-overview-saggitarious.html' title='Daily overview: Saggitarious.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4608464938529902731</id><published>2011-12-09T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:02:37.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D Drawing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since I was small, I've always been interested in drawings and just recently, I've noticed Yahoo! loves to put up these amazing 3D drawings drawn by this awesome guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have yet to look up on who he is but I sure will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's got such an amazing talent and its a must that I advertise his work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll be amazed by the drawings yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eLZGZ_OkLG0/TuF4st11bdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_V7pZyOEPZs/s1600/batman600x400_232142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eLZGZ_OkLG0/TuF4st11bdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_V7pZyOEPZs/s1600/batman600x400_232142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's one of Batman and Robin saving the day in some city..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG4DTcBm1pU/TuF4uCpiRxI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZilDfj0wrB0/s1600/crab600x400_232134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG4DTcBm1pU/TuF4uCpiRxI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZilDfj0wrB0/s1600/crab600x400_232134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's one giant crab!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ7xs1MufWY/TuF4wXhICII/AAAAAAAAARs/wWCRwK6xIYc/s1600/japanwhale600x400_232134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ7xs1MufWY/TuF4wXhICII/AAAAAAAAARs/wWCRwK6xIYc/s1600/japanwhale600x400_232134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was under the caption of Japanese whale..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RebpfDlZI9w/TuF4vdAIM7I/AAAAAAAAARo/sIR6r-SbXoQ/s1600/diver600x400_232139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RebpfDlZI9w/TuF4vdAIM7I/AAAAAAAAARo/sIR6r-SbXoQ/s1600/diver600x400_232139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1, 2, 3, DIVE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4608464938529902731?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4608464938529902731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4608464938529902731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4608464938529902731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4608464938529902731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/12/3d-drawing.html' title='3D Drawing.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eLZGZ_OkLG0/TuF4st11bdI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_V7pZyOEPZs/s72-c/batman600x400_232142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1993804587116085965</id><published>2011-11-15T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:25:01.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Hats On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, 15th November 2011, I decided to make &lt;b&gt;Red Velvet Cupcakes.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first time trying this recipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Turns out, for the next time, i need to reduce the cocoa powder and put more red colouring. I topped this recipe with cream cheese and sprinkled it with colour stars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Using this recipe, it turns out that the cupcakes are crisp on the outside but soft and moist on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Overall it was a sucess apart from the not so red colour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will definitely try it again but in a cake version!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bon Appetite!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Asv7SyY10hg/TsIfzm2tIOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mehFLg15qUA/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Asv7SyY10hg/TsIfzm2tIOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mehFLg15qUA/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see here, the colour is more like dark red but on the inside its bright red.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCQXjJISiK4/TsIf0u_JauI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WdMoPzDLIqs/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.03+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCQXjJISiK4/TsIf0u_JauI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/WdMoPzDLIqs/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.03+%25233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 of the cupcakes I decided to cut in half, put the cream cheese in between and voila!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etaA5YDdtr0/TsIf1UE3vWI/AAAAAAAAARI/7AEFQg5s3ao/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etaA5YDdtr0/TsIf1UE3vWI/AAAAAAAAARI/7AEFQg5s3ao/s320/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.04.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another 9 of the cupcakes, i decided to just do the traditional on-top-of-the-cupcakes cream cheese topping.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1993804587116085965?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1993804587116085965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1993804587116085965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1993804587116085965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1993804587116085965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/baking-hats-on.html' title='Baking Hats On!'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Asv7SyY10hg/TsIfzm2tIOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mehFLg15qUA/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-11-15+at+16.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3059261232689960888</id><published>2011-11-08T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:47:58.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hug can save a life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A TOUCHING STORY! :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"A Hug can save a life!" - Dr Jeff Mullan ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Twin girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;s, Brielle and Kyrie, were born 12 weeks ahead of their due date. Needing intensive care, they were placed in separate incubatorS.&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie began to gain weight and her health stabilized. But Brielle, born only 2 lbs, had trouble breathing, heart problems and other complications. She was not expected to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their nurse did everything she could to make Brielle’s health better, but nothing she did was helping her. With nothing else to do, their nurse went against hospital policy and decided to place both babies in the same incubator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left the twin girls to sleep and when when she returned she found a sight she could not believe. She called all the nurses and doctors and this is what they saw (refer to that picture ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Brielle got closer to her sister, Kyrie put her small little arm around her, as if to hug and support her sister. From that moment on, Brielle’s breathing and heart rate stabilized and her health became normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, they decided to keep both babies together, because when they were together they kept each other alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3059261232689960888?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3059261232689960888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3059261232689960888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3059261232689960888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3059261232689960888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/hug-can-save-life.html' title='A hug can save a life..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2785112987151371804</id><published>2011-11-05T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:40:54.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SDTZ7iX4vTQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new addiction..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2785112987151371804?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2785112987151371804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2785112987151371804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2785112987151371804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2785112987151371804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/foster-people-pumped-up-kicks.html' title='Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SDTZ7iX4vTQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4315078090255123256</id><published>2011-11-05T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:28:35.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meringue Cookies Recipe - Joyofbaking.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ITz4liLRD9I?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4315078090255123256?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4315078090255123256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4315078090255123256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4315078090255123256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4315078090255123256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/meringue-cookies-recipe-joyofbakingcom.html' title='Meringue Cookies Recipe - Joyofbaking.com'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ITz4liLRD9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-9022838555046847330</id><published>2011-11-05T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:27:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices.</title><content type='html'>My dearest future baby,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, you'll come to a point when you'll have to make your own decision regarding your future. I want you to know, what ever that you chose to do in life, I will gladly accept it even though at times I would give you suggestions on which is better and which will bring you down. All I want is the best for you and with that please, chose the one thing YOU want to do in life. Not what I want for you to do with your life. Don't be like your dear mother. I made decisions to please others, but I have yet to please myself with my decisions. Im turning my life around baby. Hopefully when you are born, you're mother will be a happy person that pleases herself and others too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your future mother..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-9022838555046847330?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9022838555046847330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=9022838555046847330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9022838555046847330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9022838555046847330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/choices.html' title='Choices.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1851251086037324481</id><published>2011-11-05T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:20:37.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things you shouldn't say to your man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Here are 5 things your man shouldn't know from you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;1. He should be more assertive at work&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You find his public displays of affection embarrassing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;3. You were unfaithful to your ex&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0055a3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Your family or friends wanted you to marry your ex&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;5. You can't stand his mum&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #0055a3; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And remember, not everything can be shared to your partner...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1851251086037324481?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1851251086037324481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1851251086037324481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1851251086037324481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1851251086037324481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-things-you-shouldnt-say-to-your-man.html' title='5 things you shouldn&apos;t say to your man.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1848009916783228530</id><published>2011-11-04T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:01:01.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.33</title><content type='html'>Its a start.&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely keep on trying..&lt;br /&gt;Will never give up..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1848009916783228530?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1848009916783228530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1848009916783228530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1848009916783228530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1848009916783228530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/333.html' title='3.33'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4853287749187242818</id><published>2011-11-04T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:58:43.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OW1EGiR_eqI/TrP9j4Png6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RnAtcXnpBLE/s1600/325414_2557262288963_1176171121_33134452_2072667529_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OW1EGiR_eqI/TrP9j4Png6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RnAtcXnpBLE/s320/325414_2557262288963_1176171121_33134452_2072667529_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely in my happy place..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4853287749187242818?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4853287749187242818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4853287749187242818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4853287749187242818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4853287749187242818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/11/reliving.html' title='Reliving...'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OW1EGiR_eqI/TrP9j4Png6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/RnAtcXnpBLE/s72-c/325414_2557262288963_1176171121_33134452_2072667529_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-487570672908184501</id><published>2011-10-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:08:18.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Code of Honour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually use these on a daily basis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It definitely worked for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt;  &lt;o:AllowPNG/&gt; &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;  &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;  &lt;w:TrackMoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;  &lt;w:TrackFormatting/&gt;  &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;  &lt;w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;  &lt;w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;  &lt;w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;  &lt;w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;  &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;  &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;  &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;  &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;  &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;   &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;w:DontAutofitConstrainedTables/&gt; 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font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER EVER BECOME STAGNANT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;CLEAN UP YOUR own MESSES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER SKIP A MEAL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER SKIP WORKOUT, UNLESS NECESSARY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER, EVER BE LATE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ALWAYS CHARGE YOUR PHONE BEFORE YOU GO OUT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ALWAYS BE SPECIFIC WHEN YOU LIE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;IF YOU HAVE A SECRET, THE BEST THING IS TO KEEP IT TOYOURSELF. THE SECOND BEST IS TO TELL ONE OTHER PERSON IF YOU MUST. THERE IS NOTHIRD BEST&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ALWAYS KEEP YOURSELF EQUIPPED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER givepromises that you can’t keep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER SPEND MORETHAN WHAT YOU CAN EARN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;ALWAYS KEEP YOURSTUFFS IN ORDER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;NEVER TAKEANYTHING FOR GRANTED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;DON’T BELIEVEWHAT YOU’RE TOLD. ALWAYS DOUBLE CHECK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: center; text-indent: -36pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Stencil; mso-fareast-font-family: Stencil;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Stencil; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;SOMETIMES- YOU’REWRONG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-487570672908184501?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/487570672908184501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=487570672908184501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/487570672908184501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/487570672908184501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-own-code-of-honour.html' title='My Own Code of Honour!'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2837044799838272446</id><published>2011-10-13T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:05:46.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moroccan Beef Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="intro" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div class="introduction" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="header fn" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div class="body" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div class="captioned-photo" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div class="w" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Moroccan Beef Stew" class="featureimg" src="http://www.bonappetit.com/images/magazine/2006/04/mare_moroccan_beef_stew_h.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ingredient-sets" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="ingredient-set" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;ul class="ingredients" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;tablespoons&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;olive oil, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1 3/4&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;pounds&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/beef_tenderloin" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;beef tenderloin&lt;/a&gt;, cut into 1-inch cubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;large onion, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;large carrot, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;garlic cloves, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;tablespoon&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/paprika" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;paprika&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;teaspoons&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;ground&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/cumin" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;cumin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;teaspoons&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;ground cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;cups&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;beef broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;15-ounce can&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/garbanzo_beans" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;garbanzo beans&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(chickpeas), drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;cup&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;halved pitted&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/tipstools/ingredients/2008/04/kalamata_olives" style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Kalamata&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;cup&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;golden raisins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;cup&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;chopped fresh cilantro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;&lt;span class="quantity"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="unit"&gt;teaspoon&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="name"&gt;finely grated lemon peel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="preparation instructions" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Preparation&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="prep-steps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;ul style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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text-decoration: none;"&gt;Heat 2 tablespoons oil in heavy large saucepan over medium-high heat. Sprinkle beef with salt and pepper. Working in batches, add beef to pan and brown on all sides, about 3 minutes per batch. Transfer to plate. Add remaining 1 tablespoon oil, onion, carrot, and garlic to pan. Cook until vegetables are soft, stirring frequently, about 10 minutes. Add spices; stir 1 minute. Add broth, olives, raisins, garbanzo beans, and cilantro; bring to boil. Simmer until juices thicken, about 5 minutes. Add beef and any accumulated juices and lemon peel to pan. Stir to warm through and serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="prep-steps" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div class="text" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtesy of&amp;nbsp;http://www.bonappetit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2837044799838272446?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2837044799838272446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2837044799838272446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2837044799838272446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2837044799838272446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/10/moroccan-beef-stew.html' title='Moroccan Beef Stew'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-14507079759738442</id><published>2011-10-13T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:04:14.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guV1gyjoKz4/TpXISVMSZhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/z1o4T2OZ8cQ/s1600/IMAGE_192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guV1gyjoKz4/TpXISVMSZhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/z1o4T2OZ8cQ/s320/IMAGE_192.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Lemon Meringue Pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;One of my new recipes which I tried and succeeded! Yay!&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/4106331951509601317-14507079759738442?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/14507079759738442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=14507079759738442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/14507079759738442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/14507079759738442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/10/lemon-meringue-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guV1gyjoKz4/TpXISVMSZhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/z1o4T2OZ8cQ/s72-c/IMAGE_192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-7581431556682979933</id><published>2011-10-13T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:00:56.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From stressed to sane..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Simplify&lt;/span&gt; your life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Clean&lt;/span&gt; your room, clean your mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Redecorate&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Draw&lt;/span&gt; inspiration...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Room &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt;s...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Renew&lt;/span&gt; your style...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Bring the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;outside in&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Light&lt;/span&gt; a candle....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Walk it off&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;REJUVENATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yourself and don't forget to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;ACCEPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-7581431556682979933?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7581431556682979933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=7581431556682979933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7581431556682979933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7581431556682979933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-stressed-to-sane.html' title='From stressed to sane..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8459317264148368680</id><published>2011-09-28T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:32:58.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is all about &lt;u&gt;simplicity&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to be mad today but instead I became stagnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to just go with the flow, ended doing something out of the ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't want to listen but ended up listening to something worth listening to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Don't ever label a girl as an object (Aiman Mahmood, 2011).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8459317264148368680?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8459317264148368680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8459317264148368680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the genius, of memory is that is choosy, chancy and temperamental.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(Elizabeth Bowen, 1899)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3066171567945875299?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3066171567945875299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3066171567945875299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3066171567945875299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3066171567945875299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/09/charm-one-might-say-genius-of-memory-is.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4113796399324927810</id><published>2011-09-23T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:44:31.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>208.</title><content type='html'>In conjunction towards the 208th post, I would like to make it a Joyful one!On the sunnier side of my world, I've discovered a lot of new and amazing thing in which I would put in a list to show you goddamned readers whom may or may not read this:1. The latest sunshine in my life. He's actually quite dark, with a mix of Sinhalese and Malaysian. Some might say he looks abnormal, but for me, he looks perfect enough to shine up my life.2. The finals is here, so I'm revising, making notes and cramming everything I can remember and understand. Lets get semester 3 over and done with!3. I have recently found my latest and newest addiction, which is recipe hunting. So far, I've found this culinary page in which I can find hundreds of different recipes to almost every food I would like to cook.4. When ever I'm stressed out, I'll go to the toilet, wash my face, take my Wudu' and Pray to Him.5. A certain someone just recently told me that my smiles are coming back and that they are happy to see it. So here I go, smiles all the way! 6. Today, while I was supposed to study Psychology, I actually picked up a pencil and started doing small doodles in my textbook. Conclusively, I've started drawing again. Amazing right Fendi..7. Marriage is not the way of life, its a choice you make.8. When a child is born, he or she is totally innocent, but the one at fault here is the parents.9. Our memory is only limited to what we want to remember, so I've learned to remember only the good memories from now on.10. Food is not your enemy. Its you best friend and you should spend as much with it and savor it when you're eating. Enjoy food. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4113796399324927810?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4113796399324927810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4113796399324927810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4113796399324927810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4113796399324927810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/09/208.html' title='208.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3669729074896285457</id><published>2011-09-23T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:26:53.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downer.</title><content type='html'>I noticed recently, my posts have been quite depressing. Well as depressing my life is, there is always a sunshine shinning upon it.I don't want to seem like a downer. I want to be the old Khairani. The one who would smile no matter what people say to her. The one who would always give a helping hand, no matter who that person is.Recently I've found a ray of sunshine in my usually rainy day. It got me thinking. I can't be stagnant and never moving forward. I must move forward and everything will start with a little step. it'll take time, but I can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3669729074896285457?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3669729074896285457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3669729074896285457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3669729074896285457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3669729074896285457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/09/downer.html' title='Downer.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8973317691539096875</id><published>2011-08-27T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:53:28.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful.</title><content type='html'>While everyone might be enjoying this joyful moment of Eid Mubarak, I'm stuck at home with parents fighting to see which house my fater should go to first. Celebrate the 1st day of Eid at the 1st wife's house or at the 2nd wife's house..&lt;br /&gt;What a Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8973317691539096875?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8973317691539096875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8973317691539096875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8973317691539096875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8973317691539096875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/08/joyful.html' title='Joyful.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5373336813985659461</id><published>2011-08-27T02:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:49:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Influence of Polygamy on the Children’s Psychology Developing</title><content type='html'>Extracted from: http://www.greateducationnews.com/2011/the-influence-of-polygamy-on-the-children’s-psychology-developing.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Children will Feel unloved&lt;br /&gt;One of the impacts of polygamy is a child less get attention and handles life from her parents, in the sense that they have no place and attention as appropriate other children whose parents are always compact. The existence of such circumstances because his father is polygamous, so the lack of time for the meeting between father and children, the children feel less close to his father and lacked a father’s affection.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of affection to her child’s father, meaning the child will suffer because of inner needs is not met. In addition, the lack of attention and control from fathers to their children, it will cause the child to grow and develop freely. In this freedom of children is not uncommon experience moral decadence, because in her social with other people who happened to influence things that are less fair.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Mead, a famous anthropologist said that parenting methods that rely on the mother as the only character will cause many problems in children. Because it will cause difficulty for children to interact and adapt to the environment and people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Embedded Hatred in Children Self&lt;br /&gt;Basically there is no child who hated to his parents, as well as parents to their children. However, changes in these properties began to emerge when the child felt himself and his mother “tainted” the love of his father’s polygamy. Although they fully understand that polygamy is allowed (as in QS. An-Nisa: 3) but they do not want to accept it because it is very painful. Moreover, coupled with parents who ultimately unjust, then complete hatred of the child to his father.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment because a child will feel betrayed her love with her mother by her father, would cause the child no sympathy and no respect for her real father. As is the case in East Jakarta, a child from polygamous families (Upik) who beat his own father until he passed out, because the hatred that culminated to father. The problem started when his father, Mr. Burhan 3 months never came home and did not also provide a living. He was always at his young wife’s house, a distance of 3 kilometers from the old wife’s house. So upon arrival at home, which already harbored anger Upik for 3 months because of seeing the mother and her family abandoned, then dilampiaskannya with beating his father to pass out?&lt;br /&gt;According to the authors, treatment Upik hitting his father was the wrong thing, because by so doing eliminate the problem but not exactly add new. So problem must be recognized that polygamy has effects that can alter a person of good attitude to the act that is not good. By him that, should no prior communication may be the father is sick or there is another obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The growing distrust On Self-child&lt;br /&gt;The question then arises as a result of polygamy is a crisis of confidence of families, children and wife. Moreover, when polygamy was done in hiding from the family that there are, of course is like harboring a time bomb, a moment that there are more violent reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Actually polygamy is not something that should be kept secret, but something that must be kept secret, but something that actually should be discussed, so do not exist between husband and wife lie. For when a husband wants to do polygamy because there is something out of her marriage, for example; Because wife not able to give birth, nushuz wife, the wife was sick and other. But if the only reason sex alone, more details because of sex maniacs, while the sex of the wife that there is no problem, certainly fit that category of people who follow mere lust. Top determination and desire cannot hide from Allah SWT control, though perhaps in the presence of humans shouting pretext help and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;Allah SWT., Says in Surat al-Ankabut (29): 52:&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;Say: Just Allah a witness between and among you. He knows what is in the heavens and on earth. And those who believe in a false and disbelieve in Allah, they are the ones who lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Incidence of Traumatic for Children&lt;br /&gt;With the existence of polygamy act of a father then it will trigger disharmony in the family and make the family apart, though not until the divorce. But then there will be negative effects, namely the children into a little trauma to the marriage with a man.&lt;br /&gt;As it happened in the family’s call him Irfan, he got a mate whose father was a polygamist woman, whose relationship is not well between the family young and old wives, even ultimately is not very good as well against the older wives. The dominant reason for disappointment and mistrust. Irfan’s wife, Zulaikha is the son of first wife. Trauma of a child until the child is perceived ménage. Irfan felt his wife had an emotional nature. Each spoke his tone was not at all show tenderness. Especially when there is a small problem, he looks like a stubborn and too big suspicions, not just a female thing, very often also be very sensitive family matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I guess this is what's happening to me and my siblings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5373336813985659461?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5373336813985659461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5373336813985659461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5373336813985659461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5373336813985659461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/08/influence-of-polygamy-on-childrens.html' title='The Influence of Polygamy on the Children’s Psychology Developing'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-7029817233268674036</id><published>2011-08-27T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:41:17.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Polygamy Meant to Me..</title><content type='html'>Extracted from: http://www.justonewife.com/growing_up_in_polygamy.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in polygamy is a trap. You basically have no identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised by my father's Mexican wives in Mexico while my mother, who was American, worked in the United States to help support my father's four wives and huge family. All of her kids were shifted from one wife to another. I really didn't know my own brothers and sisters that well. It was like being an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us could associate with the outside world until we had to go to school. This was by law or we wouldn't have been allowed to do that. That was when I really began to see how isolated we were. At first I thought that people saw and treated us differently because we were Americans but, little by little, I found out that it wasn't just that. I saw that the other children had only one mother and one father. It made me realize even more what I was missing. Still, I was very afraid to say anything or ask any questions of my parents until I was older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of thirteen, right after I started my period, my mother and father tried to marry me off to men in our cult who were even older than my own father! They told us that, as girls, we could not marry out of our religion or out of our own race. I refused to marry. I gave them every reason I could think of, including that I was still playing with dolls. I don’t know how I got away with it - my older sisters were married off to older men when they were very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved a lot and, when I was seventeen, we moved to Jinotega, Nicaragua, and there I actually got to live with my own mother for awhile. But I didn’t know her very well and was often afraid of her. I was at the dating age and really wanted to go to school and meet new friends, but my father moved us out of Jinotega into a jungle that was three days away from civilization called El Bocai. I was there for one week and that was when I really became rebellious. I told my mom that I was not going to stay there and somehow I was going to get back to Jinotega! Fortunately, my older brother, Kelly, was married and living there so I had a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After me pleading and arguing that I would never marry if I was only around family, my father finally agreed to take me back to Jinotega when he went. But all of the way back, he kept telling me that I was breaking God's commandments by not honoring him. At that point, I didn't care, I let it go in one ear and out the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with my brother for six months, and then my father, who was by then suffering from gallstones, gathered us all together and brought us into the United States. After a tortuous nineteen day trip with twenty-two people squeezed into an old UPS van, we landed in San Diego. There were times on that trip that we felt like we were suffocating! My father nearly died from his sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of nineteen, I met a Mexican man named Humberto Barrios. He was a Catholic. I didn't care what my parents said, and I married him and had two children. From then on I had nothing to do with my mom's and dad's cult, but my past would not let me have peace. I suffered from anxiety, inferiority, and a pain inside me so deep that I turned to alcohol to try to stop it. When that didn’t work, I tried to take my own life. It has taken me over thirty years to face my past and deal with my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too unhappy and confused to make wise choices and I went through two marriages. On the third I got lucky. I found a wonderful husband who has stood by me through Hell. I couldn't even appreciate him before, but now I can see how much he put up with and am very grateful. At the age of fifty-one, I am beginning to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to know that polygamy is not the beautiful principle and lifestyle that some people try to claim it is. My mother, who at first believed polygmay was a part of God's plan for men and women, ended up leaving it too after suffering unbearable heartache. For years before her death, she told people that  polygamy was a destroyer of natural affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what  the polygamists say, it is usually terrible for the children. I know this from personal experience and that is why I am sharing my story with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I hope I won't be like this.. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-7029817233268674036?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7029817233268674036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=7029817233268674036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7029817233268674036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7029817233268674036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-polygamy-meant-to-me.html' title='What Polygamy Meant to Me..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8417135310989242778</id><published>2011-07-07T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:06:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority..</title><content type='html'>With the honeymoon phase gone.. we're drifting apart more and more each day. Could our differences be doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Is the Ying &amp; Yang theory is put on a test to see whether or not we could hold on to each other? &lt;br /&gt;or could it be proven wrong?&lt;br /&gt;what ever it is, I am going to make it work. Losing this one would be the end of everything. I dont need another disaster, nor do I want a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that every priority is placed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work right?&lt;br /&gt;Study is study.&lt;br /&gt;Family is Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one has their priorities. Gotta set mine straight from this moment on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8417135310989242778?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8417135310989242778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8417135310989242778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8417135310989242778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8417135310989242778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/07/priority.html' title='Priority..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8278295981124217328</id><published>2011-07-07T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:59:26.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it all over again. Or I am still reminiscing with the past??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8278295981124217328?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8278295981124217328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8278295981124217328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8278295981124217328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8278295981124217328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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causes complication. but it is always there. always there to hunt us down and make us break our heads open.&lt;br /&gt;However, the utter most importance is that, in order to solve complication, we have think about it calmly and think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this, complication can be solved..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5178263089685535687?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5178263089685535687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5178263089685535687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better off to be silenced and let the pictures do the talking. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some reminisce that I found and seem to have fallen head over heels with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xumkQM0yoeE/TgmL92kdfZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zx8ph7tbkqM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-16%2Bat%2B15.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xumkQM0yoeE/TgmL92kdfZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/zx8ph7tbkqM/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-16%2Bat%2B15.35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623179504485498258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ1kh5MFAVI/TgmL9vfTdYI/AAAAAAAAAPk/M8lB5djz71o/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-16%2Bat%2B15.39%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiDVz7HORxc/TgmL9IWt0zI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TJnWKApewTk/s320/With%2Blove-0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623179492079817522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQwvJ2ud2_4/TgmL-Eujw1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/o_wxEtItJCg/s1600/Photo-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQwvJ2ud2_4/TgmL-Eujw1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/o_wxEtItJCg/s320/Photo-0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623179508285948754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yf5EuUPfC_A/TgmMx8AoGeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Xjh-8la-Dp0/s1600/Photo-0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/06/karma-faizal-tahir-official-video.html' title='Karma - Faizal Tahir (OFFICIAL VIDEO)'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NCcFnuZvBsg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-917465140373231940</id><published>2011-06-19T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:13:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 suprising signs he's hooked..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Surprising Sign #1: He calls you by the wrong name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means: It may be counterintuitive, but Lauren’s reasoning does make sense. “His slip reveals that he associates her with his previous long-term relationship — with commitment,” says Debbie Mandel, author of Turn On Your Inner Light. Now, had Tom been dropping his ex’s name all along, it wouldn’t have been a good omen (except, maybe, for Heather). No need to worry if your man of the moment has never confused you with his college sweetheart. Here are four more surprising signs that he’s into you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising Sign #2: You’ve met all of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means: “A guy who introduces you around wants to show you off to his friends,” says April Masini, author of Date Out of Your League. “He’s announcing to the world that he’s dating you.” But most self-respecting men still won’t bring a casual date around a buddy who’s a woman-hater, buffoon, or lothario. Once your guy is comfortable enough with your relationship to trust his friends around you, it’s a sign you’re officially part of his life. So while meeting a buddy or two isn’t a clear clue you’re in, meet-and-greets with pals from different parts of his life (the work friends, his college buddies, his dorky fantasy football league-mates) is a flashing neon sign. Why? It’s proof that you’re getting the thumbs-up all around — most importantly, from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising Sign #3: He remembers more about your life than you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it reveals: Are you sitting down? Drum roll, please: He’s been listening to you! “Most guys feel overwhelmed by female chit-chat,” says Mandel. “When a guy actually remembers your words, he’s really trying hard to focus on you and he thinks that what you say is important. He wants to learn more about you to win you over.” You can be darn sure he’s smitten if he keeps your friends straight, remembers which sister never returned your clothes, and points out that the steak you’re about to order comes with your least-favorite food, cooked carrots. Of course, some guys are just spacey and will never retain random info well, even once you’re married with grandkids. But any guy who makes the extra effort to zone in on your fabulousness is trying to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising Sign #4: He’s not out on the town as much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it reveals: So your man used to hit Vegas at every excuse and stay out past midnight on early nights? No worries — just ask yourself what he’s done lately. “Men who are ready to settle down start needing fewer nights out with the guys and spend more time with their girlfriends and other couples or families,” says Masini. “It’s not that they’re being forced to give all that up. They just don’t want nights out with guys on the prowl because they want a lifestyle that incorporates a serious girlfriend.” Don’t get us wrong: Even if he’s ready to pick out place settings, he’ll still need some guys-only events — and it’s a good thing, too, because otherwise you’d never get away to meet your girlfriends for just-because pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising Sign #5: He cares if there’s air in your tires. Or whether your work parking lot is well-lit. Or whether you’ve got enough OJ when you get the sniffles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it reveals: When your Romeo starts acting more like, well, Dad, it’s because he wants to protect you, says Mandel. “Since he can’t be your bodyguard all the time, he worries about your safety and health,” she explains. “It’s also a sign that he considers you a part of his world, and he wants to keep that intact.” Bottom line: Even though you know you’re perfectly capable of watching out for yourself, humor him by getting that freckle checked out or adding an infinitesimal amount of air to your tires. It can’t hurt to be cautious — and you’ll be dropping your own clue that you’re getting serious, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-917465140373231940?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/917465140373231940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=917465140373231940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/917465140373231940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/917465140373231940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/06/5-suprising-signs-hes-hooked.html' title='5 suprising signs he&apos;s hooked..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3376277202548508249</id><published>2011-06-19T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:50:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Most Annoying Things Drivers Do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Talking on a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're talking on your cell phone, you're as likely to cause an accident as when you're legally drunk. Now, what's your excuse? What's more annoying than a driver who's willing to risk your life so he can pick up his General Tso's chicken without waiting? Even when distracted drivers don't cause a wreck, they weave from lane to lane, create confusion in intersections and generally drive slower than other drivers around them while they're trying to do two things at once, leaving a gang of irate drivers in their wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Put the phone down while you drive. You know about voice mail, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving too fast for road conditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because a speed limit is 65 mph doesn't mean that's always the right speed. Snow, ice or rain can dramatically reduce your car's braking and handling abilities, as well as limit visibility. The right top speed for those conditions is that at which you feel safe and in control and able to react in time to anything that happens up ahead. That could be 40 mph. Or zero mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivers who fly past you at 50 mph when conditions call for 15 mph are not just risking their own lives — they might take you with them. If they lose control, they could easily spin into you, knocking you off the road and down an embankment. Or, at the very least, they could cover your windshield with a thick film of slush or rain, leaving you temporarily blinded. Annoying? We'd say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: There's always someone driving like a jerk in bad weather. And if you notice you're passing everybody, you're the jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not cleaning snow off their cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if someone heaved a 3-foot-diameter, 40-pound dinner plate at your windshield? Not too swell, we're guessing. Well, that's exactly what happens when a rooftop of snow and ice on the car in front of you goes airborne. In addition to soiling your trousers, such unwelcome crash-landings have been known to shatter windshields. In some states, it's even against the law. In all states, it's a sign of thoughtlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Take five minutes to clean the snow off your car before you drive away. You'll see better, and you won't inadvertently launch an attack on the cars behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Not signaling when turning or changing lanes, or leaving a signal on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signaling your intentions is one of the most basic acts of courtesy one can engage in. If we can't predict what other drivers are going to do, we can't make informed decisions about what we should do, and the result is mayhem. And insurance claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides being dangerous, not signaling is also downright obnoxious. It says, "Your safety doesn't matter to me, and I'm more important than you are." It's rather telling that signaling one's intentions is pretty much universal in the animal kingdom. And if hyenas can manage it, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, leaving a turn signal on, while an act of omission, can be just as dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Use your turn signals, Bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Leaving high beams on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving at night introduces a variety of risks, all related to the fact that our vision becomes limited. The less well you can see, the less well you drive. So when someone oncoming cruises past you and shines the equivalent of a 100,000-candlepower lighthouse directly into your retinas, he's definitely being more than a little annoying — he's compromising your ability to drive safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's not reason enough for you to remember to switch off your high beams when there's traffic headed your way, here are two more reasons: 1) If you blind an oncoming driver with your high beams, he might not be able to judge where your car is and might crash into you. Wouldn't that suck? 2) The driver coming toward you might have been interrogated by the CIA under bright lights, and you might trigger a flashback. Do you want that responsibility? Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, poorly aimed headlights can also be dangerous. If oncoming drivers are flashing their lights at you and you don't know why, first make sure your headlights are on, and then check that the high beams are off. If those two items check out OK, have your mechanic check the alignment of your headlights. It takes five minutes, and it's a thoughtful gesture to future oncoming drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Understand that your high beams are a dangerous weapon when aimed at oncoming traffic. Remember when you've turned them on, and always be prepared to turn them right off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Faulty equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving money by putting off repairs is a noble act of cheapskate-dom, but when deferring maintenance means that you're starting to compromise your own safety, or others around you, that's when we get annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not uncommon for us to see customers' cars at our garage with bald tires, bad shocks, a turn signal or headlight that's burned out, or poor wiper blades. Blowing off those repairs isn't just dangerous — it might also cost you more money in the end. Look at it this way: Which bill would you rather pay? Four new tires or having to replace 50 of the botanical garden's prized Asian thorn bushes and doubled insurance premiums for the next five years? We rest our case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's less immediately dangerous, driving a car that's burning oil to beat the band is also obnoxious. Ask my brother how many otherwise sweet old ladies give him the finger when he pulls up next to them at a light and surrounds them in a thick cloud of smelly, blue smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Maintenance is not just for you. You'll improve your own safety and that of your fellow drivers by keeping up on necessary repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Taking two spaces in a parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything more obnoxious than announcing to the world, "My BMW paint job is more important than your ability to park?" Of course, if the car is a '66 Plymouth Valiant and the driver is currently wearing adult diapers, the issue may be driving ability rather than obnoxiousness. So consider the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: When my brother comes across an expensive car that's taking up two premium spaces, he likes to squeeze his 20-year-old heap right in next to the car. Not only does he get a space, but also he knows the owner of the offending trophy car is going to stroke out when he sees it. Of course, my brother has also had his nose broken a few times. So consider parking elsewhere, and think about leaving a note on the offending vehicle instead, suggesting that the driver kindly not hog two spots in a busy lot the next time they run errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you have a car that's so precious that it can't be parked close to anyone else's, park it at the far end of the parking lot. That way, you inconvenience yourself rather than everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Staying in the far left lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to work together if we're going to get home in time to watch "Jeopardy!" That includes pulling back over to the right after you've passed a slower-moving vehicle. Staying in the left lane forces everyone to go at exactly your speed, or pass you unsafely on the right. It also raises the blood pressure of those who want to go even a little bit faster. You're going the speed limit? Fine. Let the police enforce the law. And remember, some drivers might have very good reasons for driving faster than you on any given day. They might be trying to make sure their mother-in-law catches her plane home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Use the passing lane for passing. And when you're in it, always keep an eye on your rearview mirror and be aware if someone is coming up faster behind you so you can get out of the way in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Not acknowledging making a mistake or overreacting to an honest mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver A makes a stupid mistake, causing Driver B to swerve. Driver B, having just planted his beak directly into his Starbucks Frappuccino, delivers Driver A the one-finger salute. Driver B is offended, and responds in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes. Remember that when someone pulls out without seeing you. Sure, honk if you need to for safety. But do you really have to follow it up with an Al Swearengen-like diatribe? If the person is decent enough to hold up a palm and indicate "Sorry!" can't you say, "That's OK"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And similarly, when you make a boneheaded move, don't slink off as if you didn't notice that you almost caused a five-car pileup. Acknowledge that you screwed up. Mouth "Sorry." Look a little sheepish. Hold up a palm asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If more people apologized for their lunkheadedness and more people accepted their apologies, the roads would be a lot more humane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Remember the golden rule. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you when you pull out of your parking space without looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Dangerous loads improperly secured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laws of physics are immutable. So, unfortunately, are the laws of stupidity. If you're driving at 75 mph, twine, a bungee cord and your left hand will not keep a Sealy Posturepedic from setting sail above the interstate. Trust us on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there is no shortage of people who — through impatience, laziness or lack of schooling — don't understand the basics of force, leverage and wind loading. As a result, those of us who follow them have to drive with our hearts in our throats until we can get around them and hope the load doesn't let out at that moment. And what about the guy behind you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious as they may be, these drivers can leave a trail of chaos behind them. And if their load comes unhinged, they're going to have a bad case of survivor's guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: If you're carrying something that doesn't fit inside your car, get professional help or advice in securing it before driving. And have all mattresses and 4x8 sheets of plywood delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Picking your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be perfectly clear about this: We've got nothing against picking one's nose. According to fossil records, it's a habit that dates back to the Stone Age. But, being forced to watch someone up to the second knuckle in a mining operation is enough to cause anyone to lose his breakfast burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Be a Jerk: Don't assume nobody is watching — especially at stoplights where people tend to survey their surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3376277202548508249?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3376277202548508249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3376277202548508249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3376277202548508249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3376277202548508249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/06/top-10-most-annoying-things-drivers-do.html' title='Top 10 Most Annoying Things Drivers Do..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6685734378798886456</id><published>2011-05-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:23:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Trust' - Official Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lhufUDjSKyQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye opening..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6685734378798886456?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6685734378798886456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6685734378798886456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6685734378798886456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6685734378798886456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust-official-trailer.html' title='&apos;Trust&apos; - Official Trailer'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lhufUDjSKyQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3384621330917049005</id><published>2011-05-21T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:13:39.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to become a Millionaire?</title><content type='html'>Easy.&lt;br /&gt;Just follow these few steps, and you'll be on your way to become a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Only Marry once.&lt;br /&gt;   It makes sense you know. I mean wedding can cost a fortune. Wedding rentals, the ceremony, the "hantaran", the food service, place rental etc. so save up, be loyal and stick to only one partner in life. or even better, dont get married at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Live off one income.&lt;br /&gt;    What this means is that, have a joint account with you partner. that way you can see the increase in money wise in your bank that you share with you partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Choose the right career.&lt;br /&gt;   Simple, study smart, pick a career smart. East right. Not really when you are in a developing country and everyone is aiming for a job that pays more than what you owe. So do what I plan to do, make your own career, succeed in it, make money out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put your Money in Appreciating Assets&lt;br /&gt;   Investing in you money. that is what Number 4 is all about. Money can be saved alot, but it can also be invested and save up even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't line the Millionaire Lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;   Pretty simple. Don't try and be like Paris Hilton. Live your life as normal as possible without the highly luxurious gifts. then once in a while, treat yourself to a millionaire lifestyle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3384621330917049005?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3384621330917049005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3384621330917049005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3384621330917049005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3384621330917049005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-to-become-millionaire.html' title='How to become a Millionaire?'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5377140922569673566</id><published>2011-05-11T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T22:02:46.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, I had this conversation with certain somebody. We talked about how our master bedroom should be after we get married. Both of us agreed that 'simplicity' is the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the room should have its basic needs only. For example, a bed, a closet and a dressing table with a big mirror to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;Simple right. Now thats what I'm talking about..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5377140922569673566?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5377140922569673566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5377140922569673566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5377140922569673566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5377140922569673566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/simplicity.html' title='simplicity'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4940302932689481493</id><published>2011-05-11T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:02:57.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up Women love but Men Hates!</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heavy foundation and powders&lt;/span&gt;: "The inch-thick powder is a huge turn-off," says Maxim senior editor Nick Leftley. "No guy wants to kiss a girl on the cheek and then find he¹s wearing foundation himself." A flaking face is one thing, but when your cheek becomes a palette of skin-tone colors, men pay attention...and not the good attention. "I'm always amazed to see women with two-tone faces, two apparently different shades of skin on the face, as if they apply makeup in the dark," says James Oliver Cury, the online editorial director at Maxim. "I'd rather see one greasy face than some sort of melanin imbalance. The nose should match the cheeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bumps"&lt;/span&gt;: “I never liked, or knew of any other guy who liked, the Gwen Stefani "bumpit" look," says Henry Belanger, an editor at The Good Men Project. "Be wary of anything that makes your head look unnaturally large."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Neon lipstick&lt;/span&gt;: Most of the fashion world agreed that electric pouts were a beauty "do" this season. Some men, however, beg to differ. "Orange lips are definitely a departure from what we're used to and not necessarily something a lot of guys I know really respond to just quite yet,” say fashion blogger John Januzzi of Lucky and the fashion website, Textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Too-thin brows&lt;/span&gt;:"My pet peeve is overly plucked eyebrows," says David Swanson, Maxim's Features Editor."I mean, really? It's basically an advertisement that naturally you're hairier than Robin Williams. If it looks natural, we'd never have to wonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Bold eye-shadow&lt;/span&gt;: "I don't understand the revival of bright blue eyeshadow," proposes Maxim's Cury. "Is it retro? Is it purposefully over-the-top? To my eyes, it just looks tacky no matter how you wear it." Lucky's Januzzi isn't as bothered by color as he is by application. "Smoky eyes--when done right are great--very sexy and attractive but when done wrong they look a total mess," he says. "Seek professional guidance before trying at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rosy cheeks&lt;/span&gt;: “As far as make-up goes, I think rouge is for old ladies,” adds Good Men Project's Belanger. "I think guys generally prefer the kind of make-up you don't notice is there, and since there's a lot that guys don't notice I think women have a lot of leeway." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two-toned lips&lt;/span&gt;:Remember Kim Mathers? She was almost as famous for her lip liner issues as she was for being defamed by Eminem. According to our dude survey, the pucker problem was more serious. "When I see thin lines drawn around a pair of lips, I think: Is this part of some gang initiation rite?" says Cury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Glitter&lt;/span&gt;:"Women need to be judicious with it," says Cury. "It¹s like any good seasoning. You shouldn't shake it all over. It can overwhelm the main course." That being said, he's not opposed to a heavy sprinkle of cleavage glitter. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, buckle up and change your make-up style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from: Yahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4940302932689481493?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4940302932689481493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4940302932689481493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4940302932689481493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4940302932689481493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/make-up-women-love-but-men-hates.html' title='Make-up Women love but Men Hates!'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6114410603041526526</id><published>2011-05-11T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T18:46:36.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chester See - God Damn You're Beautiful (Official Music Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jVl5s1e0Oo4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit, after so many times listening to this song, only now i know that it has an official video.. its so beautiful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6114410603041526526?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6114410603041526526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6114410603041526526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6114410603041526526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6114410603041526526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/chester-see-god-damn-youre-beautiful_11.html' title='Chester See - God Damn You&apos;re Beautiful (Official Music Video)'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jVl5s1e0Oo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6831579714978466116</id><published>2011-05-10T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T02:38:48.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-dr6qU6rzgc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera performing "Bound to You" from "Burlesque"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, watching Burlesque has made me realized a lot of thing. So many that I think i should do a list to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money never promises us anything. its Friendship that matters.&lt;br /&gt;2. love comes in many forms. Just let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;3. You are who you are, never let anyone let you down.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bring out your talent because it defines you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Live life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6831579714978466116?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6831579714978466116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6831579714978466116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6831579714978466116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6831579714978466116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/bound-to-you.html' title='Bound to You'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-dr6qU6rzgc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2301897874662937594</id><published>2011-05-09T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:50:43.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chester See - God damn you're beautiful  ( Original Lyrics )</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dh2975-Ttfo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nazrin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2301897874662937594?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2301897874662937594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2301897874662937594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2301897874662937594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2301897874662937594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/chester-see-god-damn-youre-beautiful.html' title='Chester See - God damn you&apos;re beautiful  ( Original Lyrics )'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dh2975-Ttfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2345265425718773845</id><published>2011-05-05T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:56:56.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth..</title><content type='html'>This morning, I felt nervous and totally not myself. I felt like going away. Jogging around the whole section until i ran out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, i felt anxious. i didn't know what do to. I paced around the whole house. i cleaned my room around a zillion time then i messed it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, everything was finally being poured out. it just came out. no stopping. no word vomit nothing. its just flowed like a river, non stop until there was nothing else to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i felt a sense of relief. finally,  i was able to get the truth out. I am finally free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2345265425718773845?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2345265425718773845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2345265425718773845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2345265425718773845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2345265425718773845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/truth.html' title='The Truth..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1387472959280655712</id><published>2011-05-05T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:37:04.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wanted - Heart Vacancy (Official)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FCrfFKAqEPw?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest all time fav.. Wonder why i've never heard about this band before..&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1387472959280655712?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1387472959280655712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1387472959280655712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1387472959280655712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1387472959280655712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/wanted-heart-vacancy-official.html' title='The Wanted - Heart Vacancy (Official)'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FCrfFKAqEPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4302735126341982595</id><published>2011-05-03T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:17:43.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadali - Disaat Aku Mencintaimu</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VFhqvz8ssJo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4302735126341982595?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4302735126341982595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4302735126341982595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4302735126341982595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4302735126341982595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/dadali-disaat-aku-mencintaimu.html' title='Dadali - Disaat Aku Mencintaimu'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VFhqvz8ssJo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1624037660352182793</id><published>2011-05-03T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:45:30.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mzX0rhF8buo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenged Sevenfold - Dear God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My believer.&lt;br /&gt;My spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1624037660352182793?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1624037660352182793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1624037660352182793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1624037660352182793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1624037660352182793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-god.html' title='Dear God.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mzX0rhF8buo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4979843923869786464</id><published>2011-05-03T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:31:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>captions.</title><content type='html'>Here is my captions, or more like quotes for today.. work it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie peut être une salope, mais bon c'est la vie ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand la vie vous donne de citron, vous faire de la limonade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4979843923869786464?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4979843923869786464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4979843923869786464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4979843923869786464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4979843923869786464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/captions.html' title='captions.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3707750474195909749</id><published>2011-05-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:25:41.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting hearts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Eb3NE8jSj70?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedetik Lebih - Anuar Zain (OST Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3707750474195909749?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3707750474195909749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3707750474195909749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3707750474195909749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3707750474195909749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/melting-hearts.html' title='Melting hearts..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Eb3NE8jSj70/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-88027588221617790</id><published>2011-05-02T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:26:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd Daughter..</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long day..&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, make 2 carrot cakes for the 2 different guests that we have for today.&lt;br /&gt;The first set of guests were in the morning-afternoon. They had an early lunch or brunch, as you might call it.&lt;br /&gt;The lunch consists of a traditional Malaysian lunch but with a twist.&lt;br /&gt;It was pandan rice with roasted chicken, Daging masak Asam, Kerabu Sotong, Ulam-ulam and Burung Puyuh fried with onions.&lt;br /&gt;As for desserts, another traditional recipe, which is Steamed Pumpkin stuffed with Custard. Nice to eat when warm with Evaporated milk.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I made my home-specialty, Carrot cake with Lemon-cheese spread.&lt;br /&gt;That was a really rich brunch or lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not over. Had rest over Zohor and Asar, then at 5pm+, another guests arrived. This time, they came with a really cute baby. Which kind of lighten up the atmosphere. Now its time for the evening course, which consisted of a more Italian food. Mother made her home-specialty, which is Baked Pasta, with more Roasted Chicken and Salad dressed with fetta-cheese and pickle (yum yum, my fav).&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, there was a break for the Maghrib prayers. Rest for a while, chit-chats then it was time for desserts. Again, the traditional home made steamed pumpkin stuffed with custard. A home made carrot cake with a lemon cheese spread. And with an addition of Apple Crumble, made by Izzati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I think I've over ate. But it was the end of a very food like day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my clothes smells like flour, chicken, and carrot cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I just write up above had no relation to the tittle. &lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, that was just a filler.&lt;br /&gt;what I really meant by "The 3rd Daughter" is a wonderful situation that happen just as we were eating the desserts for the 2nd guests.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they didn't know us, the children. they only know that my parents had 3 gedik daughters and a hyena for a boy. they didn't know who was the eldest, the second, the third and the youngest (well actually, the youngest was quite obvious)..&lt;br /&gt;And so they started guessing.&lt;br /&gt;As every one know, I'm the eldest, Izzati is the 2nd daughter and Qistina is the 3rd daughter. Everyone would usually point it out this way. However, jeng jeng jeng, in this case they said that: Qistina, the eldest. Izzati the second. and me, the 3rd daughter.. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, i feel so young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am young.&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-88027588221617790?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/88027588221617790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=88027588221617790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/88027588221617790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/88027588221617790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/3rd-daughter.html' title='The 3rd Daughter..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4306640671529932967</id><published>2011-04-28T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:49:38.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreamer</title><content type='html'>I was talking to someone recently, and he said something about this dream that he always think about.&lt;br /&gt;What he thought about, really touches my heart and I felt as if its the sweetest thing that anyone could ever dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt about shopping groceries with someone that he loved and cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people might laugh at this dream but for me, it is one of the most sincere thing anyone could dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sharing me that dream of yours..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4306640671529932967?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4306640671529932967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4306640671529932967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4306640671529932967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4306640671529932967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/daydreamer.html' title='Daydreamer'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2623627714876058413</id><published>2011-04-27T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:49:07.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno Mars - Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZtZZ6GHuF0s?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone has made me feel in love with this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2623627714876058413?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2623627714876058413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2623627714876058413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2623627714876058413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2623627714876058413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/bruno-mars-again.html' title='Bruno Mars - Again'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZtZZ6GHuF0s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4335679139639768576</id><published>2011-04-27T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:47:14.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairness.</title><content type='html'>Today's topic is about fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair, in my opinion means being equal to someone or a certain situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl must be fair, and give both of her lovers a fair chance to win her heart.&lt;br /&gt;A father must be fair to all of this children.&lt;br /&gt;A husband MUST BE FAIR to both of his wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want is life, is fairness between all. Doesnt matter between me and my family, my friends and even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairness will make life easier to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only people nowadays learn to be fair , the world shall be a better place..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4335679139639768576?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4335679139639768576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4335679139639768576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4335679139639768576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4335679139639768576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/fairness.html' title='Fairness.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2457616903389650965</id><published>2011-04-27T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:37:00.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetition..</title><content type='html'>Every year,&lt;br /&gt;Every month,&lt;br /&gt;Every week,&lt;br /&gt;Every day,&lt;br /&gt;Every hour,&lt;br /&gt;Every minute,&lt;br /&gt;And every second,&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself,&lt;br /&gt;A phrase that my father once told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you wait for people, don't make people wait for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repetition, repeat it every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month and every year and eventually you'll end up remembering it forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2457616903389650965?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2457616903389650965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2457616903389650965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2457616903389650965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2457616903389650965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/repetition.html' title='Repetition..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1632431530381373984</id><published>2011-04-26T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:26:08.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coursecism..</title><content type='html'>Racism : the belief that all members of each race posses characteristics or abilities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is basically prejudice, discrimination or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on such belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what about coursecism??&lt;br /&gt;i know in fact that the word "coursecism" does not exist at all in the oxford dictionary, however i personally think it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, there has been vandalism, more like a sarcastic remark towards the course that I am currently studying. At first, I thought of it a mere joke. However, as i walked around the campus, I couldn't help but notice that the amount of vandalism based upon the course has increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what is the point of writing " f*ck Masscomm" all over the place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a mere April Fool's prank?&lt;br /&gt;if so, why so many?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't they just do one big gratify saying "f*ck Masscomm" and do it in a so much neater way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be such a baby people, you are university students.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna make side remarks about a certain course that you hate, take it to the board of director, or even better, say it aloud so that everyone can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of being a silencer when you live in a free country, where you're opinions is also taken into account ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Coursecism should definitely be in the oxford dictionary now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8340358020866966492</id><published>2011-04-26T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:01:23.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy Omelet...</title><content type='html'>Craving for some cheese, so i decided to make omelet with the filler of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was heaven on a plate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oily butter smell, the thick slap of eggs mushed with black pepper, white pepper, Italian dressing and salt just makes the omelet just perfect for an evening snack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful treat after a long journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to all the girls in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow this evening, with us three dressing  up like the three siblings in talentime makes me cry in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you both.&lt;br /&gt;including umi whom later ate all of our different types of omelet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8340358020866966492?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8340358020866966492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8340358020866966492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8340358020866966492'/><link 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special untuk kau seorang..bila awek kau tak nak kasI semua tu, kau cakap bye2.. wah, KAU LELAKI GATAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. bila keluar dengan awek, kau sanggup jemput hantar awek kau. berhabis duit kasi hadiah kat awek bila awek merajuk pun tak pe..konon kau penyabar.. tapi bila mak kau suruh pergi kedai beli bawang, macam2 alasan kau kasi. pastu siap minta duit lagi kat mak. wei, KAU LELAKI TAK BOLEH HARAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. kalau ada awek cun beratur belakang kau masa nak cucuk duit kat atm, dengan segala hormat kau kasi dia beratur depan kau..konon kaulah lelaki paling gentleman..tapi, bila ada mak cik pregnant berdiri depan kau dalam monorail, kau buat bodoh je. siap pura-pura tidur sebab xmau bersesak-sesak berdiri.. sah, KAU LELAKI TAK BERTIMBANG RASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. tiap kali lepas makan, kau hisap rokok sebatang dua..nampak je ade awek cun, makin semangat kau..kau rasa hisap rokok tu sangat cool..alahai, sebenarnya ramai perempuan dah 'reject' kau sebab diorang tanak cepat jadi janda. KAU LELAKI YANG TAK PEKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. bila kau bawak kereta, ada je awek baik dengan kau, kau tuduh perempuan tu gila harta..padahal perempuan tu tau ko punya kereta tu duit bapak kau..bukan harta kau tapi harta bapak kau.aduh, KAU LELAKI PERASAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. bila kau dengan kawan-kawan kau, kau suka gelak kuat-kuat. mencarut pun kuat2.. semua f**k, s**t, macam2 lagi smua kau nak sebut. kau rasa kau sempoi bila mencarut. tapi perempuan pandang KAU LELAKI TAK BERADAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. pergi tengok bola, tengok konsert, berapa mahal harga tiket pun kau sanggup..konon untuk kepuasan diri.. tapi pergi masjid hari Jumaat seminggu sekali, masuk pun free, kau liat..bab agama kau aci mengelat. herm... KAU LELAKI TAK BOLEH BUAT SUAMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kau suka kutuk2 n gelak2 kat gambar perempuan2 kat fb..kau kata konon bajet cun..abih yg kau amik gambar jelir2 lidah yang konon rock sangat tuh, kau rasa cool? haishh...KAU LELAKI YANG TAK CERMIN DIRI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. time awek kau merajuk, berbakul-bakul kau kutuk. konon modal perempuan merajuk n air mata.. tapi bila kau mogok tak nak cakap dengan awek kau sebab sakit hati, tu kes apa plak.. wei, KAU LELAKI EGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. kau hisap rokok kau rasa kau handsome. lepas tu puntung rokok kau buang merata-rata.. kadang2 bila kau rasa nak meludah, dekat mana-mana pun kau tak ambil peduli. alahai, KAU LELAKI PENGOTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ni untuk suka2..tak semua lelaki macam ni..n bkn semua lelaki ada semua ciri2 ni..dalam dunia ni ramai lagi lelaki yang baik2..huhuhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6078235137581069490?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6078235137581069490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6078235137581069490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6078235137581069490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6078235137581069490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-sebab-perempuan-xrespect-lelaki.html' title='10 sebab perempuan xrespect lelaki..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4354581807005160119</id><published>2011-04-19T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:17:04.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4354581807005160119?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4354581807005160119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4354581807005160119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4354581807005160119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4354581807005160119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/marriage-when-i-got-home-that-night-as.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4695749048943666405</id><published>2011-04-19T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:09:19.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuETSZl3dOM/Ta1C9u-a5XI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q48dQr6jcSg/s1600/redza%2Bpiyadasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuETSZl3dOM/Ta1C9u-a5XI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q48dQr6jcSg/s320/redza%2Bpiyadasa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597203540240688498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known who that man is? if you do, then you are a fan of his art work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redza Piyadza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful art work. beautiful structure.&lt;br /&gt;Great man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4695749048943666405?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4695749048943666405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4695749048943666405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4695749048943666405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4695749048943666405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuETSZl3dOM/Ta1C9u-a5XI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q48dQr6jcSg/s72-c/redza%2Bpiyadasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2530616871043623234</id><published>2011-04-18T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:36:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications</title><content type='html'>With every day, we face many different new conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;with every new conflicts, comes new ways on how to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2530616871043623234?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2530616871043623234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2530616871043623234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2530616871043623234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2530616871043623234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/complications.html' title='Complications'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5109915077641477646</id><published>2011-04-16T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:26:14.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hombre...</title><content type='html'>Meet up my crazy Hombre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49H24owZ2MM/TamYtpOsYdI/AAAAAAAAANg/6VC5l8wam7g/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-04-16%2Bat%2B16.44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49H24owZ2MM/TamYtpOsYdI/AAAAAAAAANg/6VC5l8wam7g/s320/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-04-16%2Bat%2B16.44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596171921913569746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama Vs. Nini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5109915077641477646?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5109915077641477646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5109915077641477646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5109915077641477646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5109915077641477646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/hombre.html' title='Hombre...'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-49H24owZ2MM/TamYtpOsYdI/AAAAAAAAANg/6VC5l8wam7g/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-04-16%2Bat%2B16.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6493597455939934493</id><published>2011-04-15T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:34:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia</title><content type='html'>To whoever read this and they felt ouch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for sending me that very wonderfully disturbingly disgusting message to my number. i have no idea how you get my number, i really don't appreciate the message..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6493597455939934493?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6493597455939934493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6493597455939934493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6493597455939934493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6493597455939934493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3983198244876914386</id><published>2011-04-15T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:14:47.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INAUGURATE</title><content type='html'>Its Friday.&lt;br /&gt;So far, its a very calm day.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, pls give me a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start over..&lt;br /&gt;pls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3983198244876914386?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3983198244876914386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3983198244876914386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3983198244876914386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3983198244876914386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/inaugurate.html' title='INAUGURATE'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-7609996850970615003</id><published>2011-04-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:31:01.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need, Give and Share..</title><content type='html'>I read this book, Turning the Tide; Reawakening the Woman's Heart and Soul by the Islamic Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the chapter, Marriage, there was this paragraph that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, every marriage need this. its is sort of vital for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" my wedding list:&lt;br /&gt;  - need: spiritual, emotional, intellectual togetherness, respect and value.&lt;br /&gt;  - give: respect, thanks, encouragement, commitment and space.&lt;br /&gt;  - share: prayers, time, interest, trips, sunrises and sunsets. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good innit??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-7609996850970615003?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7609996850970615003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=7609996850970615003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7609996850970615003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7609996850970615003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/need-give-and-share.html' title='Need, Give and Share..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8458421458974497178</id><published>2011-04-02T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:16:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onions, Lemon Grass, Ginger and Chilis.</title><content type='html'>I have become a temporary "bibik" today..&lt;br /&gt;was told to cut onions, cut gingers, blend gingers, blend lemongrass, blend onions, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before that I had to become a temporary babysitter.. Ajenje, is very very manje.. wants to play at the park and so forth.. So cute to see her face after a tiring day but its also tiring to look after her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i've decided to become a part time blogger. Im currently just writing random things that i have or kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8458421458974497178?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8458421458974497178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8458421458974497178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8458421458974497178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8458421458974497178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/onions-lemon-grass-ginger-and-chilis.html' title='Onions, Lemon Grass, Ginger and Chilis.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1809042849810139259</id><published>2011-04-02T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:06:29.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Home..</title><content type='html'>Friday, 1st of April 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice afternoon, after arriving from a very big and beautiful new bus station. Couldn't be more happy along side with my companion, Obama, to be home atlast after 2 weeks.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow on that day i was very talkative. we talked for the whole time on the bus and the same thing happened when we were on the ktm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we didn't realized when we finally got a seat to sit down for after a couple of stations is that we already arrived at KL Sentral.. We were still sitting, chatting about when finally i realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k: hey, this station looks familiar. looks like KL Sentral..&lt;br /&gt;obama: a'ah.. jap jom tanya. er abg, what station is this?&lt;br /&gt;random abg: KL Sentral..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of our face shocked, and just about we were to go out the door was about to close..&lt;br /&gt;Damn it would be very disappointing if we had to stay on the train.. thankfully my hand was fast enough to stop the door.. phew.. what a relief.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'll remember.. pay attention when you are on a KTM, especially when you're with someone as talkative as Obama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1809042849810139259?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1809042849810139259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1809042849810139259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1809042849810139259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1809042849810139259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/train-home.html' title='Train Home..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1520579413701239032</id><published>2011-03-20T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:29:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh..</title><content type='html'>most probably, the worst song i ever heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hear it, for Rebecca Black, Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CD2LRROpph0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1520579413701239032?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1520579413701239032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1520579413701239032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1520579413701239032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1520579413701239032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/urgh.html' title='urgh..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CD2LRROpph0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5921366089516732805</id><published>2011-03-19T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T22:30:42.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Army</title><content type='html'>On early morning was filled with voices. It was one of a kind. It was a treat, a traditional treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was filled with the colour, red. It was the Red Army. Filling up the place with the colourful and raging colour of red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greets, cheers, and noises was filled in the air. Nothing could stop them. Nothing could stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pd_4x84MyA/TYS9_iLKIDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/venJaNYfXh8/s1600/DSC_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pd_4x84MyA/TYS9_iLKIDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/venJaNYfXh8/s320/DSC_2358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585798337049272370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5921366089516732805?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5921366089516732805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5921366089516732805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5921366089516732805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5921366089516732805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-army.html' title='Red Army'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Pd_4x84MyA/TYS9_iLKIDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/venJaNYfXh8/s72-c/DSC_2358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2863057066440708032</id><published>2011-03-19T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:17:12.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I dont normally get lost in a parking lot but when I do its a horrifying experience..&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost this evening at the Alam Sentral parking lot.. damn it was bloody scary.. &lt;br /&gt;first there was these 3 guys who followed me, or i thought that they were following me, though they did look very suspicious..&lt;br /&gt;then i simply got lost..  i searched for my car in the entire parking lot. well not entirely but the level i parked..&lt;br /&gt;So i came back to where i was and tried to retraced my steps and there 'she' was.. in a corner of the exit way just at the place where i didn't look..&lt;br /&gt;ggrrr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2863057066440708032?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2863057066440708032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2863057066440708032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2863057066440708032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2863057066440708032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2285443006663496285</id><published>2011-03-14T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:52:18.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kertas Kerja..</title><content type='html'>pada kali ke berapa entah saya akan buat post dalam bahasa melayu tp ye, perkataan kertas kerja sekarang tgh terapung dlm minda dan jiwa ku.. urgghhh... penghujung bulan mac dan tidak habis2 lecturer melontarkan deadline pada kami di dalam kelas.. Haruslh kn set kn deadline pada hujung bulan mac dan pada masa yang sama organize event utk awal bulan april...&lt;br /&gt;sabaq sabaq..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2285443006663496285?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2285443006663496285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2285443006663496285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2285443006663496285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2285443006663496285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/kertas-kerja.html' title='Kertas Kerja..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5979577749404062099</id><published>2011-03-14T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:48:54.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>After almost 3 weeks not going back to my dearest home in Shah Alam, I felt the loneliness of a home alone. Although im not at home, its so lonely staying in the hostel eventhough there are my crazy roomates like myra and zila but still the loneliness cant be filled with their laughter. I missed my bibik constant complain everything i go home and give her a bag full of laundry, dont worry kak shida, i now wash my laundry, by hand. I miss how irfan always bully my 2 little annoying screaming princesses. I miss how the 2 annoying princesses will always mess up my room. But what i missed the most is my HOT SEXY MAMA UMI's hugs and kisses everytime i go back, how she'll wake me up every morning saying "kaklong ni balik tido aje.. mcm ni ke kat kolej??".. I miss home! i miss everyone at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5979577749404062099?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5979577749404062099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5979577749404062099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5979577749404062099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5979577749404062099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-9159300253522970725</id><published>2011-01-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:53:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagenda Budak Setan - Getar Hati (Official Music Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BXk7k2sHSCo?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to Hafiz.. Thanks honey..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-9159300253522970725?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9159300253522970725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=9159300253522970725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9159300253522970725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9159300253522970725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagenda-budak-setan-getar-hati-official.html' title='Lagenda Budak Setan - Getar Hati (Official Music Video)'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BXk7k2sHSCo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-7866549668267584512</id><published>2011-01-03T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:11:13.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 things I want to do in my life.. for now..</title><content type='html'>1. Go to Mecca..&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a laser treatment for my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a no-rim specs..&lt;br /&gt;4. To stop biting my nails..&lt;br /&gt;5. To make my mother happy..&lt;br /&gt;6. TO get 3.50 and above for my next semester..&lt;br /&gt;7. Get a facial treatment for my burnt skin..&lt;br /&gt;8. Live up my days with full prayers..&lt;br /&gt;9. Become a news anchor..&lt;br /&gt;10. Be a good listener..&lt;br /&gt;11. Always punctual (i am punctual.. heheheh) ..&lt;br /&gt;12. Do a reunion with Sarah, Aisy, Aeman, Papa M, Keisha, Daia, Shida, Nico and Nadia..&lt;br /&gt;13. Go back to the year 2008 where everything was normal and fine..&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to go back to the UK..&lt;br /&gt;15. Do a reunion with Jenny, Amy, Angee, Simon, Jess and the rest of my UK friends bcoz i miss them like hell..&lt;br /&gt;16. Get an awesome husband that'll never cheat on me..&lt;br /&gt;17. Become a counselor or maybe a teacher..&lt;br /&gt;18. Not do MassComm and do something i want to do..&lt;br /&gt;19. Be a millionaire for the day..&lt;br /&gt;20. Just be Nur Khairani Mohamad Hariri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-7866549668267584512?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7866549668267584512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=7866549668267584512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7866549668267584512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7866549668267584512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2011/01/20-things-i-want-to-do-in-my-life-for.html' title='20 things I want to do in my life.. for now..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4640938901480690453</id><published>2010-12-27T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:35:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuity..</title><content type='html'>Spaghetti Asin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means Spaghetti with the sauce of salted eggs served with prawn fried in flour drizzled over with a fresh salad. That was one of the dishes we had in Jakarta.. Weird name is it? Sound gross? You Bet! &lt;br /&gt;However! It taste exquisitely nice and delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4640938901480690453?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4640938901480690453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4640938901480690453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4640938901480690453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4640938901480690453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/continuity.html' title='continuity..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1490216061078477328</id><published>2010-12-27T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:36:46.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossomed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TRh6B8uuMLI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y4fTRGPpR4w/s1600/Photo-0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TRh6B8uuMLI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y4fTRGPpR4w/s320/Photo-0292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555324314262057138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so my "years" of boredom, i decided to make useful things out of my time.. So I made this.. Carrot Cake with Lemon and Vanilla Buttercream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum! Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1490216061078477328?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1490216061078477328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1490216061078477328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1490216061078477328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1490216061078477328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/blossomed.html' title='Blossomed!'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TRh6B8uuMLI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y4fTRGPpR4w/s72-c/Photo-0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-691713245485664945</id><published>2010-12-26T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:41:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana/Taylor Swift musik video - Crazier</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8xpY49Q2mjw?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-691713245485664945?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/691713245485664945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=691713245485664945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/691713245485664945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/691713245485664945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/hannah-montanataylor-swift-musik-video.html' title='Hannah Montana/Taylor Swift musik video - 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No clue why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-9124616933826878543?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9124616933826878543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=9124616933826878543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9124616933826878543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9124616933826878543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/came-across-this-billboard-in-jakarta.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TRcInNvWzKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/TaPJmRwB1sE/s72-c/DSCN4948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4156356305007308582</id><published>2010-12-17T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:18:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3o ways to attain happiness...</title><content type='html'>One: Ponder and Give Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: Stop thinking about the past and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: Your Day is Yours... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: Leave the future until it Comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: Coping with Wicked Criticism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: Don't Await Thanks from Anybody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Being Nice to others is the Heart's Comfort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight: Occupy Spare Time with Work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine: Don't be a Sycophant (a servile flatterer.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Qadaa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Qadar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven: Certainly, with Hardship, there is Relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve: Make a pleasant drink from the Lemon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen: Is not He Who responds to the Distressed One, when he calls Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen: Sit in Your House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen: Recompense is from Allah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eemaan&lt;/span&gt; is Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen: Squeeze the Honey but break not the Hive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen: Verily in the Remembrance of Allah do minds find Rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen: Or do they envy men for what Allah has bestowed them of His bounty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty: Face the Life as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-One: Take Consolation from the Stricken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Two: Do Your Daily 5 Prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Three: Allah is Sufficient for us and is the Best Disposer of Affairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Four: Say "Travel in the land"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Five: Patience is Beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Six: Do not place the Globe on your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Seven: Don't be ignited by Petty things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Eight: Be contented with what Allah has given you; you will be the richest of the people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Nine: Remind yourself of the Paradise, the width of which is as that of the Heaven and Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty: "so, We made you a Just Nation..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4156356305007308582?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4156356305007308582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4156356305007308582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4156356305007308582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4156356305007308582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/3o-ways-to-attain-happiness.html' title='3o ways to attain happiness...'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-3720119443292718742</id><published>2010-12-16T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:50:58.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your most gorgeous skin ever - in just 10 mins!</title><content type='html'>Step 1: Cleanse&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Schweiger says there's no need for a fancy, expensive makeup remover, so cut down on time and your beauty budget by thoroughly washing with a gentle cleanser that removes products and oil but doesn't over-dry.&lt;br /&gt;Time spent: three minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Moisturize&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your skin type, you should slather on a light lotion to your face and neck every night. For this, Dr. Schweiger says to look  for oil-free products that are also fragrance-free.&lt;br /&gt;Time spent: two minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Apply retinoids&lt;br /&gt;"Of all the anti-aging and photo damage correction products on the market, retinoids have the most scientific evidence," explains Dr. Schweiger. He says retinoid creams, either prescription or over-the-counter, can be the most beneficial. "Retin-A, Renova, and Tazorac have been shown, in one month or two, to decrease fine lines and wrinkles." Three times a week use a pea-size amount on your face, and once or twice a week apply the cream under your eyes to banish those dark circles. Retinoids should always be applied at night since they can make your skin more sensitive to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Time spent: three minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Hydrate&lt;br /&gt;"Toners are not necessary—they over-dry the skin and can actually increase oil production, and then the cycle is hard to break," says Dr. Schweiger. But he does suggest a final application of moisturizer after the retinoid cream to prevent redness and flaking, especially in the winter when skin is drier.&lt;br /&gt;Time spent: two minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, that's it! Ten minutes of devoted attention is all your face needs before bed. If you follow these steps every evening, an a.m. quick rinse with face wash and a light SPF will get you out the door and on your way to a gorgeous glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source from Yahoo.com/health&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3720119443292718742?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3720119443292718742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3720119443292718742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3720119443292718742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You All !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-7173572075812957882?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7173572075812957882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=7173572075812957882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7173572075812957882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/7173572075812957882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You..'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-254543822259624185</id><published>2010-11-10T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:35:40.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>1) is the date on which an event took place on the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) is the date on which a country or other institution was founded in the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) is the date on which a couple was married on the previous year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a pick but i choose #3 for two very special people in my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-254543822259624185?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/254543822259624185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=254543822259624185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/254543822259624185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/254543822259624185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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why even the littlest action and change everything?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why a single word can matter so much to a person and how it changes them depending whether or not the word is good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-339623323026819880?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/339623323026819880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=339623323026819880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/339623323026819880'/><link rel='self' 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I'm sure you'll be needing it again soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted by kak Nad Zakaria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3032308303143774183?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3032308303143774183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3032308303143774183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3032308303143774183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3032308303143774183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/heres-your-knife-back-i-finally-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-8118482957254327127</id><published>2010-11-01T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:12:20.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology.com - Horoscopes, Tarot, Psychic Readings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.astrology.com/sagittarius?sms_ss=blogger&amp;amp;at_xt=4cce21fe8faa93cb,0"&gt;Astrology.com - Horoscopes, Tarot, Psychic Readings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-8118482957254327127?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.astrology.com/sagittarius?sms_ss=blogger&amp;at_xt=4cce21fe8faa93cb,0' title='Astrology.com - Horoscopes, Tarot, Psychic Readings'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8118482957254327127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=8118482957254327127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8118482957254327127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/8118482957254327127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/astrologycom-horoscopes-tarot-psychic.html' title='Astrology.com - Horoscopes, Tarot, Psychic Readings'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-2663210013655890550</id><published>2010-11-01T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:58:10.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Upon the Heavens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TM4sji_T3rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kou0Q8Qoc8Q/s1600/old+skol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TM4sji_T3rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kou0Q8Qoc8Q/s320/old+skol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534409981284310706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled across old times and now I'm missing the old times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-2663210013655890550?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2663210013655890550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=2663210013655890550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2663210013655890550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/2663210013655890550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/smiling-upon-heavens.html' title='Smiling Upon the Heavens.'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCA7Qej6aPo/TM4sji_T3rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kou0Q8Qoc8Q/s72-c/old+skol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-4865230399562977337</id><published>2010-11-01T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:51:06.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagittarius</title><content type='html'>"Today is all about personal growth. Your amazing, fiery energy is great for powering through obstacles and reaching new destinations, so find some new way to express your inner being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. I wonder what that means.. Maybe I should just continue with what I'm doing and see what obstacles and what I can gain from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Take-What-Happen-As-They-Go-Along day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-4865230399562977337?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4865230399562977337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=4865230399562977337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4865230399562977337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/4865230399562977337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/11/sagittarius.html' title='Sagittarius'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5310875718857032019</id><published>2010-10-30T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:36:07.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh Rats!</title><content type='html'>This is my complaint letter for a certain supermarket that started with the letter "G" !&lt;br /&gt;Get Mice repellent! I mean like 'eeeww'.. i was take and looking for some onion and suddenly a mice came out of nowhere from underneath the onion trolley.. WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;thank God before that these 2 nice kids decided to do a "mice hunting" game. Nice. My Mice Sensor is notified by that time. Now that is just gross... I am never ever buying any more goods from G.. Better go to the more expensive T than G.&lt;br /&gt;nnggeee....&lt;br /&gt;I hate rats and Mice.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mickey Mouse is fine coz his cute and he's a cartoon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-5310875718857032019?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5310875718857032019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=5310875718857032019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5310875718857032019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/5310875718857032019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/10/owh-rats.html' title='Owh Rats!'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-104460233126116882</id><published>2010-10-22T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:36:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long-winded and totally over-rated. &lt;br /&gt;That is what this is all about. &lt;br /&gt;Life moves on. &lt;br /&gt;NHS, you were right, friends won't be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;Better to be a lone wolf than have a pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-104460233126116882?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/104460233126116882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=104460233126116882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/104460233126116882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/104460233126116882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-winded-and-totally-over-rated.html' title=''/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-9074781268803017010</id><published>2010-10-13T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:45:09.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Love</title><content type='html'>To Whom this may concern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't shown that I care or that I love you but actually I do.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of a silent lover umi?&lt;br /&gt;That's who I am. I know that last week, i hardly call or msg you. Im sorry for my actions. Being busy is no excuse, i know that know. &lt;br /&gt;Some times, you don't know a good things once you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;I had that feeling when I was away from you and abah to go and further my studies. Although I have been away before this for other trips, this one was different. &lt;br /&gt;Totally different.&lt;br /&gt;It was a move for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the end of the semester, I noticed how much I never showed both you and abah how I actually appreciate you both. How I actually love you both more than my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I didn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;For the times to come, I'll learn to show you both how much  i actually appreciate, care and love you both. You both are my life.&lt;br /&gt;Without both of you, I wouldn't be here to write all of this down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Umi &amp; Abah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-9074781268803017010?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9074781268803017010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=9074781268803017010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/9074781268803017010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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My speech was to inform about the purposes about Mothers in this world.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, i had some of my room mates to read my outline of speech. So of them burst into tear. In their opinion, the outline was touching. They said if I presented it, it would be even more touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I presented my speech. As prediction, some members of my fellow class mates did cry, even though quietly. Even Sir FakrulNizamJafri looked like he was deep in thought about what i just presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presentation, I did a simple slide show so that my audience won't get bored. I place some quotes from my speech and some pictures. It was just a  basic slide show but my target for that speech was not for my audience to look at my slide show but to make them listen and think. Think about the purpose of Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, my target was achieved. At the end of the presentation, they were in deep thought about what I had presented. I couldn't be more satisfied with my small achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be more presentation to come. Although I'm thrilled with this achievement, I know that there is more that needs improvement. hopefully in the times to come, I'll be able to improve my Speaking and Presenting skill and eventually become a better speaker and also a better listener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-3901391595681722360?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3901391595681722360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=3901391595681722360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3901391595681722360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/3901391595681722360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/09/touching.html' title='Touching'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-6013416958588963245</id><published>2010-09-20T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:15:25.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Posting?</title><content type='html'>What does it really mean by daily posting? Is it like, you have to log into you blog everyday and write just about anything that you have in your mind? Even if you do't have anything in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Well in my own opinion, I don't think blogging should be like that. Blogging should be just a place where some one makes it like an online journal. A place they can log in 2 or 3 times a week and just write about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily everyday they have to write. Just once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;Well that's just my own opinion. How about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-6013416958588963245?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6013416958588963245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=6013416958588963245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6013416958588963245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/6013416958588963245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/2010/09/daily-posting.html' title='Daily Posting?'/><author><name>NiNJa / NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-5818802173313699221</id><published>2010-09-09T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:48:03.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Eid Mubarak.</title><content type='html'>Syawal is here and Ramadhan is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope that all our kindness doesnt end here,&lt;br /&gt;But that it continues all year long.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day and every other day for the months to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: jgn lh minta maaf hari tu aje. hari lain pun boleh bermaaf-maafan..&lt;div 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NiNi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259707950275815513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rU6aKVrepzU/TcJGTBPqOPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Gttwgizi_oA/s220/Photo-0350.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106331951509601317.post-1236363780573934531</id><published>2010-08-25T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:28:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a practical joke</title><content type='html'>In heart that as lonely as anyone can be,&lt;br /&gt;This heart continues to cry itself out.&lt;br /&gt;With one to lend an ear,&lt;br /&gt;She continued and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;She knows without courage and self esteem,&lt;br /&gt;she will never move forward.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what keeps her from falling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tiniest smile from a little nobody that she never knew but that little smile is the one that brought everything back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106331951509601317-1236363780573934531?l=lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeislikeanunfinishedbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1236363780573934531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106331951509601317&amp;postID=1236363780573934531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1236363780573934531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106331951509601317/posts/default/1236363780573934531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Cnt think straight!&lt;br /&gt;Better for me to let it all out on here rather than on sumeone else. Am i right? Control your emotions khairani. You dont want to let it all out in one time do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - coz i get to fast in this holy month of ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;Sad - coz im fasting alone without my family.&lt;br /&gt;Angry - coz i hate the fact that sum people cn lie and deny thd fact that they lie.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated - coz mid sem is jst around then corner.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed - wit the ayam percit that i buy at bazaar ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all. If there is more, i'll post it. 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