<?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-376068817050271060</id><updated>2011-12-06T11:28:19.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken-Tang         PuTar              REaliti</title><subtitle type='html'>Cicak men"X-Ray" kan diri</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-6085968688819263659</id><published>2011-12-06T10:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:28:19.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Birthday video "thank you" post</title><content type='html'>In this post, this very special post, I would like to dedicate my gratitude to my dearest friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THank you so much for those involved in this wonderful "Birthday Video" made by Piji. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmUwpmZCHsM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOu Thank yOU Thank You to (ikut urutan muncul di video)&lt;br /&gt;1. Dila (Dr Dila to be heeee)Terharu sgt trimas dear.&lt;br /&gt;2. *BudakpalingsopandiRIT-tekasiapa?*, &lt;br /&gt;3. Kak Ecah Momo, &lt;br /&gt;4. Ayoi (I.thinkla.thats.ur.name).&lt;br /&gt;5. Irah!! (a.k.a Fakhirah)&lt;br /&gt;6.JIji Sarcasm (Ya Hyung Kamsamida!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7.Ijat and the fishes &lt;br /&gt;8.JOE --&gt;the biggest face on screen...ko zoom kan kan kan?? DOnut nanti ko visit aku bg heeee.&lt;br /&gt;9.Francis and 10.John :) I miss and love them soo soo mUch&lt;br /&gt;11. Man Che yg rambut dah pendek!!! Aku paham the sign language wei!&lt;br /&gt;12.Shazlin!! a.k.a Mek Lin!! ur Cow teddy is super cute!!! Nak satu!!&lt;br /&gt;13.MIor yg kiasu buat video pun kat dewan kuliah...huahauhua Good Luck Dr to be :)&lt;br /&gt;14.Nico yg rambut makin panjang!!!!! aku geram rasa nak tarik2 pastu tampar2 huahua&lt;br /&gt;15.Shah! (budak futsal yg lari style unik giler) &lt;br /&gt;16.Atuk yg rambut masih STYLE lo huhu&lt;br /&gt;17. Aje and 18. Ainudin :) thank you &lt;br /&gt;19. Staki and 20. SUju (a.k.a SUhaimi)&lt;br /&gt;21. Simi yg suka senyum :)&lt;br /&gt;22. SHa and the family 23.Fasehah, 24.Alai, 25.Syaza and 26.Nabihah Sweet sgt korang thank you :), The two high fives tu style ke ? huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;27. Ahjumma and SHinbi!!! Domo Arigatou nee Ahjumma (a.k.a Sakina)&lt;br /&gt;28. Paan yg kaki tgh buat split...lol sgt&lt;br /&gt;29.Wak Wak Cheese cake mana??&lt;br /&gt;30. Adlil !!! Bile mau dtg sini Pulau?&lt;br /&gt;31. ZamY!! OMG ko sgt lain! u know what i mean ;P&lt;br /&gt;32. Chot ! and 33. Eriq!! adik tiri kotak huhu&lt;br /&gt;34. Wahie and housemates 35. Shafika 36.Biha!! (nanti kite main kejar2 ngan wahie n biha k hehehe) 37 Ika!!! MULUT nk kena cili hehehe 38. Erin!! Oh o aku dah kena diet la camni huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;39. Syamir!!! 40. Shah!! Iphone ko masih hidup sgt berjasa adik aku buat main game hehe&lt;br /&gt;41. Pao and 2pm HEeeee nk OPpa! Chan and Taec&lt;br /&gt;42. Yun!! lipat bj ke tu&gt; huuu&lt;br /&gt;43. Nazrin!!! kim salam siput kamu! 44. Matt!! 45. Adam!! happy belated too&lt;br /&gt;46. Aza,47 Farhan master and 48. Asif&lt;br /&gt;49. NOnna!!! Asma and 50.Gary GEbu!!! KAmsamida!! Noona saranghae &lt;br /&gt;51.Bari Berry!!!! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;52.Girls Parkpoint Sab, 53.Mimi, 54.Anis , 55.Kak Fad (KOrang tak sejuk ke weii?? heee thanks sayang korang muah)&lt;br /&gt;56. Mr Special Heeee (thank YOU So mucH, nanti pm kat Imsg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terharu sgt tgk Video tu, mula2 terkezut sebab tibe2 muka DIla keluar huhuhu. full screen lak tu ingat I on my skype hahaha. pastu ade anonymous yg tak dikenali juga turut serta men"wish" thank you huhu aku stalk je ko kat fb sape suh ambik gmbr ngan Bf aku hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima Kasih diucapkan buat rakan2 yang terlibat thank you for the time and effort. I appreciate it sooo sooo Much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug and Kissesssss for ALL of YOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah Kentang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-6085968688819263659?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/6085968688819263659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=6085968688819263659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6085968688819263659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6085968688819263659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-birthday-video-thank-you-post.html' title='MY Birthday video &quot;thank you&quot; post'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-2902252800880880186</id><published>2011-09-14T10:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:13:17.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever Hiked to an interview? I did :) and I love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMViR8WL0vU/TnDLL90dTsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qvrAuHEEYLw/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMViR8WL0vU/TnDLL90dTsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qvrAuHEEYLw/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652240938783559362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hiked to an interview? NO right? Usually you just take the train, or LRT or car or whatever transport there are to reach the interview place. But my interview place happened to be in "out of no where"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story started when I received an invitation to attend an interview for a Research Assistant Position at Centre for Marine and Coastal Studies or CEMACS USM in short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 7th day of Raya so right after the trip from Grandma House. Mom asked me "soalan cepu mas" "Ticket flight dah beli belum?" Me ---&gt; In shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I was so excited about Raya (first time Raya in Malaysia after 4years) I forgot to click "purchase" when I browsed for the flight ticket few days ago. So then Mom asked me to purchase the bus ticket, I told mom this "If i take the bus, I will get motion sickness then when I arrived at the interview place I will puke and be disqualified. Will you like that mom?" So without hesitation she gave me her Credit Card and said "Do what you must do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased the RM 200.00++ (stupid tax and all other extra expenses thing *curse3x*). Later that night Mom, Dad, little bro and Me went to My aunt house at Kota Tinggi for a night. I could not sleep that night, Mom was chatting with Aunty, they always do, I love to watch them chatting cause it shows how excited they are every time they met. I fall asleep exactly at 3.00a.m. Then Mom woke me up at 6.00a.m. Only 3 hours of sleep! I looked like a Panda no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm skipping all unnecessary details, eg: check in plane, boarding bla2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to my not so comfy economy class sit, two men in the age of 50 to 60 chatted and chatted and chatted. Usually noise do not prevent me from falling asleep but these two guys maybe just one of them happened to be a smoker who doesn't know that chewing gum existed (if you get what i mean). The breath!!! Stink so badly that my nose hurt, so I didn't sleep thanks to these businessmen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived at Penang Airport, I took a taxi to Teluk Bahang, the cost? RM 85!! oh dear so expensive, but well worth it. The ride took about 55mins, it was actually a very interesting ride. The taxi driver talked so much about Penang; its history, tourism and place of interest. He was very friendly indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reach Teluk Bahang, I was surprised to see that It was a dead end. No more road leading to CEMACS. Seriously??&lt;br /&gt;Then the driver asked the locals, who told us about taking the boat ride, RM80 or you can walk for about 1 hour or so to CEMACS by trekking. Why on earth will I spend RM80 for a 10mins boat ride when my whole life I have been taking free speedboat ride? "Not worth it" I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also told me that the boat from USM is coming in at 2pm, maybe I can fetch a ride with USM boat. That will take 3hours of waiting in the middle of nowhere. So I walked to the Customer service at Penang National Park Gate and asked for trekking details. The guide told me it will only take 35mins to reach CEMACS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my baju kurung which was black in color, the hot sun, and my Aldo flats. I knocked my head twice then suddenly I'm already walking towards the National Park Gate. I guess my body had decided that we are going to walk to CEMACS, no hesitation. Then I changed into my Lacoste flip flop while praying that they will stay pretty until the end of the hike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was trekking along the trail near the beach, I saw two mens fishing near the beach. I took some pictures, suddenly the branches moved. I was terrified, but curious, so I looked up and saw two monkeys eating fruits right above me on top of the tree branch. They are very friendly and cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the journey was very relaxing with small roads and bridge. Then after 10 mins, the trails became a little bit challenging especially to a girl like me who were at the moment wearing long baju kurung skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to climb a little bit, then went back down a little bit, there were mud, I tried hard to step on tree roots to avoid the mud, It was hard but for the sake of the baju kurung and my flip flop, I did it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough with the challenging 90degree trails, suddenly there were huge "batang pokok" HUGE really huge fallen in the middle of the trail, Guess what? I have to "langkah" or Jump or possibly turn back to where I started. So I climbed on the "batang pokok" and jump back down. Luckily I didn't fall, It will be funny if I did, especially with the baju kurung and all. At some point in the middle of the journey, I wanted to take off my long skirt. Don't worry I'm not that crazy, Of course I have a long sport pants underneath. But It will be rude and weird if I arrived at CEMACS looking like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exactly 35mins, I reached a white sand beach with jetty and a gated building area. It must be CEMACS I told myself, so I cleaned all the dust, the fallen leaves and everything from my baju kurung. While one hand still holding my flip flop (I didn't realized it), I walked confidently to the gate. A man in uniform asked me this "Are you here for the interview ? The director will interview you at 2.30p.m.". I said yes and then he asked me again (while looking at my flip flop and my sand covered feet) "Adik jalan ke sini ke dik?" (ni mesti kes ingat aku budak belasan tahun macam pak cik taxi tu, ade ke pak cik taxi tu cakap "adik ni belasan tahun ni sorang2 nak pergi mana?" I'm 23 this year people!! 23!. I admitted that I hiked, he was shocked so he sent me to the cafe, and told me to rest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*numb finger* I'm already exhausted = you are reaching the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I was interviewed and had a tour at the facilities, returned to the port by speedboat with the director and another candidate. Had sun burn on my face. Was given a ride by the other candidate to the wrong bus station, bought the wrong bus ticket, had to take another bus to Mersing from Johor Bahru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Fahmi (muzzer), Haris Arisyi and Shahrir for accompanying me that night and the Ikan bakar dinner. Thank you so much for saving me from the bus station. I slept all the way (9hours) from Penang to Johor Bahru. Also slept all the way from JB to Mersing. Had a stomach ache from eating ikan bakar. Thanks to you guys again :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:  I got the job!!! woahoo maybe the director was impressed by my determination *hiking in baju kurung*. She asked me twice if I really did hiked to the facilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-2902252800880880186?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/2902252800880880186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=2902252800880880186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/2902252800880880186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/2902252800880880186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/09/have-you-ever-hiked-to-interview-i-did.html' title='Have you ever Hiked to an interview? I did :) and I love it'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vMViR8WL0vU/TnDLL90dTsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qvrAuHEEYLw/s72-c/IMG_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-5654547876796381674</id><published>2011-08-24T01:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:25:58.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The state of life that I dislike</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life gives you lemon, but will you make lemonade out of it? If you ask me, I will not, I will make lemon ice cream instead, then I'll crush it and crush it till I'm satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i babbling? I must be in the state where I lose my mind, my confidence and all that important to me to succeed in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm in the state where I lose my confidence. I hate this , I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview this coming Sept 6, usually I'm very confident at doing challenging things, I may look horrified and jittery but then when the moment came, I am all ready full of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm not, I don't feel the excitement, the horrifying feeling, or the adrenaline, I just feel that deep inside the confidence is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear All Mighty Allah, why is this happening right now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be because of the stress at home? &lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that I miss the State?&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that I'm not ready to live in reality?&lt;br /&gt;Which is it?&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever reasons it is, I will not let this continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a cure, and I believe I just found one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"praying and wishing for guidance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"opening all the treasures, the old memories I have kept"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes ! Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dear, Mr / Miss Confidence, I will find you, and will not again let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*it seems like the internet is dying so this is it --&gt; ~Fin~&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/376068817050271060-5654547876796381674?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/5654547876796381674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=5654547876796381674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5654547876796381674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5654547876796381674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/08/state-of-life-that-i-dislike.html' title='The state of life that I dislike'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-4852682046058142618</id><published>2011-06-17T00:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:41:53.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Apa the fish say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oUGo6B-G5s/TfradizQPgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q0GuZ5oFgXE/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oUGo6B-G5s/TfradizQPgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q0GuZ5oFgXE/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619043686190956034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who doesn't know who Apa is, she is my precious little black balloon molly. She was supposed to turn 1year next week, but she didn't make it :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOve you APa dear fish, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't visit you yesterday, i wanted to, but didn't due to some circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: picture description, Apa is the black fish in the middle of the boat's hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-4852682046058142618?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/4852682046058142618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=4852682046058142618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4852682046058142618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4852682046058142618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-apa-fish-say-goodbye.html' title='Today Apa the fish say Goodbye'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oUGo6B-G5s/TfradizQPgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q0GuZ5oFgXE/s72-c/IMG_0143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-5206878022997443028</id><published>2011-05-09T01:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:23:55.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you notes...</title><content type='html'>To dear RIT's juniors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the wonderful 3 years of works for malaysian's night,the awesome graduation night , the meal, the amazing table decoration, the waiters, the "missing items" and Last but not least THe LOVE you all gave us. Thank you sooOOO soOOO much &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dear graduating friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for leaving a footprint of each of you in my life. Thank you for being there for me, and thank you for calling me your friend.xlupe jugak thank you for the strong bond we have as a batch, the hardship we went through for Mysa events, THANK YOU dear sweet friends thank you. LOVE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dear Kismis FC and BUdu sedak FC members,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember all of you, the moment someone kicked my head, the games that we played together, and all those emotional dramas on the way...Those are all precious to me, and I love you all &lt;3.special thanks to Azlina, Anis and Alai for being there always. And thank you to Wani sbb ajak I masuk in the 1st place, although at that time, i tak pernah lawan futsal macth pun. Was suppose to be a back up, but ended up playing all the time. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr "Bear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the box of wonderful Kinder Bueno chocolate, having a thoughtful friend like you is one of the greatest gift in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dear Special someone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being patience with me, for being there for me, for the chocolatesssssssss( i mean it! there were many), for the support and care , and thank you for those sweet moments (yesterday, and the day before and months ago). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you All, for being my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIshah Kentang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-5206878022997443028?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/5206878022997443028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=5206878022997443028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5206878022997443028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5206878022997443028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you-notes.html' title='Thank you notes...'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-7526702483172531902</id><published>2011-02-11T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:08:20.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MysaFC yang ku sayang</title><content type='html'>Dear MysaFC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the AWesome games!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed playing futsal with  you guys A LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti kita main lagi k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;release stress time exam ke hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD TEAM, GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP, GOOD CHEERLEADER (credit to Azlina) and GOOD TIME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOve you ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentang PUTAR *guling guling guling*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: don't worry sugus FC, aku sayang korang jugak!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-7526702483172531902?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/7526702483172531902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=7526702483172531902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7526702483172531902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7526702483172531902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/02/mysafc-yang-ku-sayang.html' title='MysaFC yang ku sayang'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-517584403072497698</id><published>2011-02-10T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:33:27.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiasu ke aku??</title><content type='html'>Haritu ade exam Marine bio, &lt;div&gt;pastu hbs exam aku cam pasrah sbb ade soalan 10markah yang aku main *goreng* je, tak pernah aku jumpe ikan sebegitu rupe mana la tau jawapan die ape. Habis exam tu pergi la SAU cafe. Terjumpa la Joe, biler hati dah frustrated jwab exam mule la aku complain blablabla *panjang giler citer kat joe*. Nico pun ade muke die cam.."ecah frust la tu"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days after that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;markah marine bio tu pun keluar la... aku dah cuak haram sebab lecturer tu advisor research aku, kalau dapat markah rendah mesti kena zap. Teringat dulu time fall quarter dapat B one of the exam nasib baik bukan final grade...walhal B yang nyaris nyaris A, pastu lecturer aku zap "did you study?, i thought u can do better than this?" * it sounded something like that*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku cam sob3x kena ZAP ngan advisor sendiri cam kena tikam kat hati 10x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;balik kpd hari yg die bg kertas marine bio tu...(sorry ter-digress)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun tgk la markah kat kertas tu 101.5 pastu aku cam...eh tak kire lagi ke ni??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punye la bodo aku ingat total mark die maybe 150 ke kena bahagi tambah tolak dulu segala, poyo je ambik calculator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu tibe2 lecturer aku buat pengumuman dlm kelas "the total score for this test is 102, including 2 bonus point". Aku cam ERRRRrrrrr what?????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG aku dapt markah paling tinggi exam marine bio yang susah haram tu??? Trus aku cover markah aku..sbb xpasal2 kang kena cop "kiasu".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu markah yg almost full mark tu pun aku simpan la tak bgtau sape2, budak2 research aku yg kiasu yg dr dulu suka cakap marine bio ni paling susah la segala, tak study bole fail la,  kalau bocor markah ni habis la kena label kiasu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekali tadi ade meeting ngan budak research and another advisor aku (takleh bla aku ade 2 advisor, tamak gitu, due2 suke bg kerja setimbun, ops tak baik kutuk lecturer hehehe). Time tgh discuss nak buat research minggu final week, tibe2 advisor yg ajar marine bio ni pun g buat pengumuman die cakap " Aishah got 102 in my marine biology test, she might need the final week to study" TIDAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kenapala die buat pengumuman dlm meeting research .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pastu die cakap lagi, for the final week you can study while waiting for the machine to stop...(macam nk zap aku study 24hours a day je, walhal tak pun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu tibe2 research advisor sorang lagi tu zap aku &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OH my AIshah why?????" "102? are you crazy?" pastu kwn research sorang lagi ni pun join la zap aku "Aishah WHY??? do you have to get 102?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku cam bisik dlm hati "bukan aku nk 102 pun dah betul aku goreng nk buat camne, nama orang pulau ahahahhaha" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu diorang zap aku lagi, look at her desktop screen (gmbr pantai putih kat pulau), thats where she live. ...dalam hati "diorang ni zap aku ke puji ni??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confuse mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhir kata, dah lecturer pun zap aku kiasu kena la trima label tu sobssss. sobss. sobssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-3916979308300443399</id><published>2011-02-04T01:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:14:16.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>A true friend is hard to find and hard to keep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasured the friend that you have now, cause you may not meet someone as incredible as he/she again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'm not a good friend to you, it is because like the others, i'm just a human being full with flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry if i hurt you, i really didn't mean to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all my friends they are precious to me, and so are you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend, a guilty one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/376068817050271060-3916979308300443399?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/3916979308300443399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=3916979308300443399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3916979308300443399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3916979308300443399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/02/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-1764344498502303852</id><published>2011-02-01T02:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:12:45.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aku tunggu abang kering... abang lain yang datang</title><content type='html'>Pukul 10 am nanti ade exam Marine Bio, study2 teringat lak lawak jam 10pm smlm kat library.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisahnye begini, hari khamis lepas sebab demam panas, maka kite tak pergi la kelas marine biology. disebabkan itu notes untuk exam pun tak lengkap la, cuak punye pasal kite email la kawan kite nama die Hanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biler check kat mycourses kat email list tak jumpe lak Hanes tp jumpe Haines, so kite ingat maybe selama ni kite yang salah eja nama die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so kite email la Haines ni. Sekali die bg no suruh text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die cakap cam ni (dlm english tp ni kite translate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nanti tunggu kat pintu depan "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebab die nak pas kan notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kite tunggu punye tunggu, mana la Hanes ni ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sekali masa tgh baca notes tunggu si Hanes yg tak datang datang , ade abang kacak badan tegap giler...kesimpulannye abang paling kacak la kat kelas Marine Bio tu masuk kat entrance. Pastu kite ingat die saje dtg library nk study...sekali mamat tu cakap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Hi, here's the notes you asked"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pastu kite cam errrr....*mata terkebil kebil* aik..kenapa bukan kawan aku Hanes yang kurus tu dtg, ke aku mamai mata rabun terus Hanes jadi Mamat Tough, tinggi yg senyum Manis tak leh nk bla ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu die pas buku tu kat kite..OMG aku salah email orang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebab tak nak ngaku salah email orang, kite pun buat2 la mmg saje nk email die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die cakap kenapa tibe2 email die &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kite jawab "oh kite email due tiga random people, tapi awak je yang reply" walhal salah EMAIL LOL...LOSER tul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesimpulannye kadang2 kesilapan tu berlaku tp takpe, dapat kawan baru...Abang comel lak tu hahahahaaha ....rupenye die budak grad student so mmg la abang kan?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kesilapan ini mungkin akan berulang kalau ade abang comel lagi dlm kelas lalalalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-harimengarutsbbstressexam-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian and terima kasih baca post ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishah yang tgh mereng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-1764344498502303852?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/1764344498502303852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=1764344498502303852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/1764344498502303852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/1764344498502303852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2011/02/aku-tunggu-abang-kering-abang-lain-yang.html' title='aku tunggu abang kering... abang lain yang datang'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-7239370023402706299</id><published>2010-11-13T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:02:04.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The never ending unfortunate events...</title><content type='html'>Plans that got cancelled on the same weekend:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't go to hockey game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't go to friend house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't go biking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall break plan cancelled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i fell from my apartment short stairs, landed on a bumpy ground and twisted the right ankle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all this happened when i'm Home Alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to put a smile on the face, so all these unhappy events won't be able to hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/376068817050271060-7239370023402706299?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/7239370023402706299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=7239370023402706299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7239370023402706299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7239370023402706299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-ending-unfortunate-events.html' title='The never ending unfortunate events...'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-8881711369018210583</id><published>2010-09-11T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T04:46:27.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Raya and Memories</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was 1st Syawal , the first day of Raya. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, my baju raya belum sampai so were my other stuff that my mom kindly mailed to me weeksssss ago. I wonder what happened to that 2kg package. Someone might got jealous they didn't have a present from Mom and took mine!! Maybe.. well that was just my brain went all pessimist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day of Raya, my first class of the day was HIP HOP!Damn popping and locking are the two hardest dance move i ever know... and yes i barely able to do locking , it was super hard but doable. Overall hip hop was fun and HARD and worth taking . Try it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after all the running and rushing to other classes, i finally able to take the bus back home. Back at home (my apartment) Muni was busy baking while Erin just finished up making her kek batik or some American called it "Malaysian Brownies".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make long story short, Erin and I ended up making soto because that was the easiest thing to do :P then roughly at 3.30pm everyone went to Joe's house to celebrate Raya. It was the same Raya routine here at the State --&gt; Eat a lot of delicious food + Salam2 + Taking pictures and the end. That was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think i got really exhausted and emotionless when it comes to celebrating Raya at the State. And apparently this raya no matter how hard i tried to make myself feel happy and grateful. I still failed. The only emotion i felt was --&gt; Emptiness. It wasn't anything close to sad but worse than that. I felt empty deep inside my heart. Empty, ZERO literally ZERO. If there is a machine to hear or detect the sound in my heart it will be the sound of hollowness. * exaggeration*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Maybe because I have been celebrating Raya here at the State for too long (4 times in a roll), or maybe because i don't feel the sense of belonging anymore. Whatever it is, i'm hoping that if it is sad then i should cry , but no i didn't. if it is anger then why am I mad? well i wasn't, i was just trying to figure out what it was. Then if it is happy, i should smile , which i also did not do. It was too empty, I wish I'm not here. But then that will be wrong. I believe that when i don't know what i feel deep inside, Allah is testing me. Maybe I need to learn and understand this hollowness he gave me, maybe it means i need to appreciate what i "HAD" more. Then memories started to flash back one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freshman year 2007:--&gt; Raya in the lab with baju kurung, although it was the first time celebrating raya at the State, I was happy because I know we were all celebrating it as a family here. All the freshman wore baju kurung/ baju melayu to the lab, I'm so proud of all of YOU!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second year 2008:--&gt; Raya at Park Point with Dila ,Athirah and Sakina. We were the host of the Raya event that year, and it was Awesome!!! the best i would say. I miss spending time with these wonderful girls i called ibu tiri, mak tiri and kakak tiri. I love u all so much but never said so then. forgive me for that selfish ego side of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third year 2009:--&gt; The first time raya actually fall on the weekend!! I still remembered that morning Athirah woke up very early and cooked some ketupat, rendang and kuah kacang. JOe, Athirah and me bersila on the floor eating the delicious food. It wasn't a feast but it was enough, because i know Athirah cooked with a spice called "LOVE". Then we went for the RAYA prayer at RIT. IT was the simplest celebration but one that i won't forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth year 2010:--&gt; ...the continuing story of 2nd Syawal?  for me to know,for you to find out. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of my memory track. i think i have reach a road sign called " GO TO BED IT IS 4.44am are u crazy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO thank you for reading this and Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir dan Batin. Please forgive me for all the wrongs that i might had done to any of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wassalam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/376068817050271060-8881711369018210583?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/8881711369018210583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=8881711369018210583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thing called ego and it is as hard as the stone, you could break it, if you try harder but if u don't , then it stays as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;With this thing called "ego"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;A person will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;pretend that he or she  doesn't care, when it is actually the opposite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;he / she 'll say "i don't mind", when he / she actually do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;he / she will not apologize when he / she  is the guilty one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;he  / she will not express his / her  love, when deep inside he / she  does love somebody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;he / she won't ask for help, when he / she  really needed one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;it is this big thing call "EGO" that people misunderstood each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;but i found out that i like the small version of "ego" because it is apart of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;and i hope i won't hurt anyone because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/376068817050271060-5629578222436278950?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/5629578222436278950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=5629578222436278950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5629578222436278950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5629578222436278950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/08/thing-called-ego.html' title='The thing called &quot;ego&quot;'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-7815811908411776901</id><published>2010-07-26T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:02:13.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most magical unfortunate ride ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;The whole day I kept unintentionally glanced/read the label on my bike handle "Caution: Please make sure that the handle bar / stem are securely tighten. Refer to the manual"~well something like that. And those words kept playing in my mind, and i had a bad feeling the entire afternoon, as if an accident is going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; Then just when i had drained all my energy by working nonstop (took a 15mins break and that was it) from 8.20am to  6.30pm,  i saw a blind man walking by the road in front of Grace Watson hall toward the main campus. Suddenly he stumbled over a rock and he almost fell but he didn't. Then at that moment when i decided to go and help him suddenly the handle bar together  with the stem on my bike just flew in front of me!!! I was still cycling and in shock and TERRIFIED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;It was a really ridiculous scene, luckily no one taped it :P. I found it magical because i was still pedaling and at the same time still holding the DETACHED handle bar !!!! and then i decided to bent my knee to the left and right so that the bike will fall. If i didn't do that i would had crashed into the Sundial ! that would be an ugly scene...The magical part was, i didn't fall!!! the bike did which was really weird. Alhamdulillah i'm saved. fuuh~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Feeling bad for not helping the man (not that i didn't want to, but because i couldn't), i followed him. I felt like a stalker for a moment there :P. I didn't have the courage to just go and asked if he needed help because i thought "what if  the help i'm trying to offer him made him feel bad of himself ?". So i pedaled really slow (of cuz i reattached the handle bar and give it a GOOD STRONG hit so it stays attached). I knew that most of the pathway are blocked due to the construction and didn't want him to felt into those 2 big holes i saw yesterday. After 5minutes or so he walked into the library and at that moment i knew i had done my part, making sure he didn't get lost due to the construction and etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;What an amazing day! a magical one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-7815811908411776901?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/7815811908411776901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=7815811908411776901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7815811908411776901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7815811908411776901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/07/most-magical-unfortunate-ride-ever.html' title='The most magical unfortunate ride ever'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-7594281117226867396</id><published>2010-07-01T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:08:32.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The shoes quote (continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was too quiet in the lab, so I switched on my laptop and listened to a Taiwanese drama called "Corner with love", while at the same time looking under the microscope to finish my work. Then at minutes 13 episode 11, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt; got  amazed by the female lead script &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The female lead received a hand-drawn shoes, drew by the guy who likes her. Mean while, Her ex-fiancé who is super rich and handsome came back to find her and want her back. She was confused then she looked at the shoes that she was wearing (the one that poor guy gave her). Then her friend asked her "who will you choose?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is what she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.6px; "&gt;"A pair of good shoes is not defined by its price,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; but by whether or not it's comfortable to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; even if it is a cheap pair of shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; if you like it, you like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if he's poor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has no power or status,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; you'll still miss him if you don't see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You'll feel happy to be with him. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like this movie!!!! I hope there are people like this in the real world, who won't look at someone's power, money and status for love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-7594281117226867396?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/7594281117226867396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=7594281117226867396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7594281117226867396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7594281117226867396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/07/shoes-quote-continued.html' title='The shoes quote (continued)'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-3626576629582641739</id><published>2010-06-21T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:55:13.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A pair of good shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;A quote that relates to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"A pair of good shoes will make you grow feelings for it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; you will always want to wear it every day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;even if it is worn out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;you can't bear to throw it away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&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:#3366FF;"&gt;(Xin Lei, Corner with love drama)&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/376068817050271060-3626576629582641739?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/3626576629582641739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=3626576629582641739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3626576629582641739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3626576629582641739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/06/pair-of-good-shoes.html' title='A pair of good shoes'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-3979835808913472770</id><published>2010-06-10T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:05:42.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye roomate</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my roommate boarded the flight back to Malaysia,  i wanted to send her off but instead it went the other way round. I needed to return to the lab so she send me off. (sorry tira i couldn't send you to the airport)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening after a total of 10hours doing field work and lab work, i walked slowly back home. Then i recalled the gift that SHE, my roommate left for me. I opened my bag and unwrapped the paper bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the paper bag was a "hanging wood" decoration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the wood it said " i most often found happiness where you have planted it "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at the back was a short paragraph written by HER, and 4 lovely "LOVE" to end the words from the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading those thoughts, my tears fall like rain, i realized that i won't be able to see HER for maybe another year or two. She will continue her master elsewhere and i'm not returning home to Malaysia this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enough said, i miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May we meet again in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(written on Thursday but posted on Friday =P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/376068817050271060-3979835808913472770?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/3979835808913472770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=3979835808913472770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3979835808913472770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3979835808913472770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-roomate.html' title='goodbye roomate'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-4704608126299732293</id><published>2010-02-04T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:21:19.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "EMo tornado" that kills</title><content type='html'>Sometime i hate it when i have these "PMS symptoms", one of the symptoms that i hate most is "emo tornado". I won't be able to control my tone, and sometimes i explode and yell at the wrong person. I really don't mean to hurt  the unguilty person, and i know it is wrong to yell at them but the emo tornado happens so fast every time and I'm so sorry...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that i have more patient, more control in whatever i'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i ever hurt you during my "emo tornado' symptom please forgive me, i try to keep it down next time and hopefully as the day passes, and as i learn to be more patient, the emo tornado will disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guilty one --&gt; me, please forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: emo tornado doesn't happens everyday --&gt; so don't worry! =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-4704608126299732293?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/4704608126299732293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=4704608126299732293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4704608126299732293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4704608126299732293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/02/emo-tornado-that-kills.html' title='The &quot;EMo tornado&quot; that kills'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-6898536666161375968</id><published>2010-01-16T01:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:29:09.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekuatan seekor lembaga berperut putih</title><content type='html'>Today as usual we had our PGL practice , penat giler terasa mau patah kaki. Pastu joe bawa g makan kat Friendlys's Yeah!!! dah lama tak pergi huhuhu.&lt;div&gt;ok that has nothing to do with today blog title, the real event happened after dinner at Friendly's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pabila Rochester yg sejuk beku ni dipenuhi dgn snow yg seputih putih alamnye, kami pun memulakan perjalanan balik ke racquet club (our apartment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tira n jiji yg sememangnye penat menari "asmaradana" mula la melentuk kan kepala di seat belakang. Tibe2 Joe menjerit "OMG OMG OMG" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bile joe menjerit ade due sebab :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) mmg emergency ATAU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) ade gosip huhuhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway this time it was an emergency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku cam cuak n tau ape jadi so aku bgn n pandang depan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i saw two flashes of something ,don't know what, pastu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BANG!&lt;/span&gt;" the car hit something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku dah mula cuak , dlm hati "tlg la Ya Allah janganla langgar orang JANGAN!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then aku nmpk ade benda bergolek ke tepi jalan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;putih bahagian perutnye ,trus flash back melanda, aku teringat anjing yang dilanggar sebuah kereta tahun lepas &lt;sadisnye&gt;. setahun lalu anjing tu lari nak fetch something bile tuan nye datang nafas die dah sangat sesak .Awwwww kesian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lepas tu &lt;flash&gt; aku nmpk kelibat "benda" tu berpusing , rusa rupenye , trus rusa tu lari melintas jalan seperti tak cedera parah .Kebal rupenye kamu rusa. Syukur Alhamdulillah. Kami berhenti dan sume orang pandang belakang and lega sebab rusa tu hidup lagi n bukan manusia yang kami langgar . Fuh legaaaaaaaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it was an "interesting yet dangerous n unforgettable" memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syukur kite sume selamat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian dari kentang yang masih terkezut beruk tadi &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/376068817050271060-6898536666161375968?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/6898536666161375968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=6898536666161375968' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6898536666161375968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6898536666161375968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/01/kekuatan-seekor-lembaga-berperut-putih.html' title='Kekuatan seekor lembaga berperut putih'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-4919375041087619367</id><published>2010-01-10T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:00:03.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kepala pusing</title><content type='html'>Bile kepala pusing , pening pening pening...&lt;div&gt;tak tau nk awat ape pening pening pening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hati kata mau , kepala kata tidak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;situasi kata susah ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masa kata lama lagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sume negative last2 pening2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byk kije tak siap pening2x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rasa nk balik Malaysia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ibu kata jangan tahan tahAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pening pening pening lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peningnye nak makan la hahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/376068817050271060-4919375041087619367?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/4919375041087619367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=4919375041087619367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4919375041087619367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4919375041087619367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2010/01/kepala-pusing.html' title='kepala pusing'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-6557975093847125779</id><published>2009-11-18T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:22:24.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy for you dear bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SwTHd6e56AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Wivj_DZlTs/s1600/P8150238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SwTHd6e56AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Wivj_DZlTs/s320/P8150238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405664769480452098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got his UPSR result today, and he got all A's!!! WOahhoooo.. tak sia sia kudrat aku menyesa die my whole summer! hahaha i even bought a "pistol getah" as a weapon to make him focus. Alhamdulillah , thank you Allah for blessing my brother.and to all my neighbor who saw me chasing my brother around the house, it is worth it k and I'm sorry if we mengganggu ketenteraman awam heee! huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "you act so macho little brother" ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always achieve the best in whatever you do,&lt;br /&gt;You know, i love you always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a memo for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if  these happened:~&lt;br /&gt;when people don't believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there to support you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are weak&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are sad&lt;br /&gt;i will bring you joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are broke&lt;br /&gt;i will try to "korek" my piggy bank lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever happened..&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;cause U are a part of my wonderful life and I LOVE YOU so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soooooooOOOooooooooooo cool sis hahahha (ROTFL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-6557975093847125779?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/6557975093847125779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=6557975093847125779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6557975093847125779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6557975093847125779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-happy-for-you-dear-bro.html' title='I&apos;m happy for you dear bro'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SwTHd6e56AI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0Wivj_DZlTs/s72-c/P8150238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-6888645282204053357</id><published>2009-09-13T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:23:36.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cookies Cookies !! yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Today after helping "swinging bowl" team packing the tomato rice for delivery (p/s: almost 50 of them), my friends invited me to their cookies baking party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Katie drove me to rustic village, and her apartment was amazingly beautiful! The decoration and potpourri and frames are all arranged creatively. She even have this Japanese chopstick set and Lebanon hand craft box. nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;then we start baking the cookies, instead of making cookies, i was helping Chelsea mashing the banana for banana cup cake. And Katie made a tray of non bake peanut butter cornflakes cookies, they were very nutty, creamy, and when ate the cookies melt in your mouth, and the cornflakes maintain it crunchy crispy texture,  what an amazing taste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;after the creamy nutty cookies, we moved on to the Double chocolate soft baked cookies with milk! the inner chocolate chips melt in the mouth and the spongy soft cookies went great with milk. Emm yummy yummy.(p/s: thanks Kali , the 1% low fat milk taste just nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Thats not all, we also had chips with cream cheese mixed with onions (high cholesterol -but once in a while won't hurt i guess) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;then we played the "Shah's game" again (it was named after me cause i didn't remember the name of the game-lol) ..when all the tummies were full, we played Taboo, which was not good for a vocab low people like me. Surprisingly, i managed to survive the game, which was a guinness book record for me! Sadly we didn't get to finish the game since it was late and Chelsea got assignment to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So, Rachel send us home and that was the end of the "cookies baking party" i went half an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/376068817050271060-6888645282204053357?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/6888645282204053357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=6888645282204053357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6888645282204053357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6888645282204053357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/09/cookies-baking.html' title='Cookies baking'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-8914381807029046725</id><published>2009-08-28T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:33:37.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karipap  Currypuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sweet dream was interfered by little Fong2- "Yi Yi wake up" he said and a moment after that, i could feel  little sharp teeth on my arm. Ouch!he bit me! what a mean alarm clock! Then my aunt remind me of what i was supposed to do today--&gt; Karipap! or Currypuff. I have been told by my mum that my aunt is very good at making curry puff, she could make hundreds in just few hours. This amazing skills, it is a waste if not passes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My energy level was at 100% before mixing the dough and bla2, then i barely feel my fingers, why is it so hard to make a perfect dough? Looking at my tired face, my aunt then take over the mixing and "uli" process. Then the dough was let at a side for 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the hard moment had passed but then , NO! it hadn't. "Enjoy the Potato peeling process" said my aunt while passing me a bag full of potato. Damn! A whole bag?? what? and bla bla bla cooking process and the karipap was done. I never thought making Karipap will be hard, then i figured up later that I weren't making 20 pieces of karipap, I were making 50++++ pieces of currypuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt i thought you were teaching me, but instead you tortured me with potato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aunt for the knowledge! Love u always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentangputarinc is at the moment phobia with potato&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/376068817050271060-8914381807029046725?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/8914381807029046725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=8914381807029046725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/8914381807029046725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/8914381807029046725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/08/karipap-currypuff.html' title='Karipap  Currypuff'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-170415472588927731</id><published>2009-08-26T04:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:58:50.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Kek Kentang Ketam (3K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentang!! yeah2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan2 :&lt;br /&gt;300gm kentang&lt;br /&gt;100gm isi ketam&lt;br /&gt;5g lada benggala hijau , 5gm lada benggala merah dan  2gm daun ketumbar (semuanya dicincang)&lt;br /&gt;500gm serbuk roti&lt;br /&gt;1 biji telur&lt;br /&gt;50gm tepung&lt;br /&gt;5gm garam&lt;br /&gt;5gm lada sulah&lt;br /&gt;5gm serbuk stok ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara Memasak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rebus kentang sehingga lembut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selepas itu lecek sehingga halus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Campurkan isi ketam, lada benggala hijau, lada benggala merah, daun ketumbar, tepung, lada sulah dan garam. Gaul hingga sebati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bentuk bebola, celup pada telur dan serbuk roti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Panaskan minyak masak dan goreng sehingga kekuning-kuningan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angkat dan sedia dihidangkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resepi dipetik dari m/s 75 Majalah Rasa edisi Mei 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-170415472588927731?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/170415472588927731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=170415472588927731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/170415472588927731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/170415472588927731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/08/3k.html' title='3K'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-3516146202904811623</id><published>2009-08-26T04:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:50:14.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kongsi resepi JOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sempena Bulan ramadhan ni jom kongsi resepi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Resepi hari ni: ---&gt; TAuhu Kacang PangganG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bahan2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;4keping tauhu jepun[digoreng]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;1 tin kacang panggang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;3 ulas bawang putih, 2 batang cili merah, 2 batang seleri (semuanya dihiris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;200gm daging cincang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Garam dan sos soya secukupnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cara MEmasak:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Panaskan minyak dan tumis bawang putih dan cili merah hingga naik bau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Masukkan daging cincang dan biarkan hingga garing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Masukkan kacang panggang bersama hirisan seleri. Kacau rata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perasakan dengan garam, sos soya dan biarkan hingga masak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angkat dan tuangkan ke atas tauhu goreng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;CUba la! pastu bgtau k .. =p Slmt berpuasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENtangputarinc&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/376068817050271060-3516146202904811623?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/3516146202904811623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=3516146202904811623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3516146202904811623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3516146202904811623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/08/kongsi-resepi-jom.html' title='Kongsi resepi JOM!'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-3717800487208992712</id><published>2009-08-25T05:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:36:03.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponge cake drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Time : today&lt;br /&gt;When : afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters : Dai Yi, mina, me, Little Fong Fong(2years kiddo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai Yi: do u want to bake sponge cake?&lt;br /&gt;Mina &amp;amp; Me : yes , yes (with sparkling eyes --full interest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai yi: now separate the egg yolk, no egg yolk in this bowl okay!&lt;br /&gt;Little Fong2 : I wanna see! I wanna see!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: orait Dai Yi, i will do it carefully. Fong2 move over la, 1, 2, 3 *plupp* (egg yolk fall into the wrong bowl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai Yi : Aiyoooooooo jialap la ni men (translation : aiyo trouble la korang ni)&lt;br /&gt;Mina : lol , stupid sister!" follow the recipe la"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Fong2: I want egg egg *prang prum prang* (stuff fall all over)&lt;br /&gt;Dai Yi : Aiyooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: which one should we use ? egg yolk or white egg?&lt;br /&gt;Mina : egg yolk la.. duuuuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai yi: AIyooo , no la, use the white egg and mix with the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Mina: (looking at the table pretending nothing happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huahuahua , MIna!! "follow the recipe la!" stupid sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after several mixing n bla bla bla..it is time to bake it in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nobody remember about the sponge cake&lt;br /&gt;Little FOng2 ---&gt; zzzzZZzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mina-----&gt; watching drama "why why love" 8tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai Yi: haiyaa budak2 zaman sekarang *geleng2 kepala* (translation: kids nowadays..)&lt;br /&gt;DaiYI :(Dai Yi bakes the cake while the others Zzzzzzzzzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-3717800487208992712?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/3717800487208992712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=3717800487208992712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3717800487208992712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/3717800487208992712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sponge-cake-drama.html' title='Sponge cake drama'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-5278176945186478280</id><published>2009-08-25T04:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:08:51.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 nombor Ong ke nombor Sob3x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Me : 8 tak sukenye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Is   : knp ngan no 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Me : dah nak kena balik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;IS  : yeke.. Oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Me: tak sempat raya kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Is  : bj raya pun kamu tak beli lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Me: pakai tahun lepas punye je la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Is : isk sedihnye.. tak nak la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Me : 8 hari lagi sempat ke ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Is  : sempat nye no 8 kan no Ong ! (org cina la ckp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Me: btl2(upin) slmt tinggal Malaysia in 8 days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Is : slmt tinggal makanan yg sedap2 ...(air liur meleleh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;p/s : takdekijer btl la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;KENTANGPUTARinc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-5278176945186478280?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/5278176945186478280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=5278176945186478280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5278176945186478280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/5278176945186478280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-nombor-ong-ke-nombor-sob3x.html' title='8 nombor Ong ke nombor Sob3x'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-610490271585205344</id><published>2009-04-05T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:07:23.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me : WHat am i doing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The other me (Inner self-IS) : you are killing yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me : really?what did i do wrong?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;IS : you lie to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me : emmmmmm...do you mean i lie to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;IS : yes (shock her head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me : i didn't mean to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;IS: yes you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Me : but i need to control this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;IS: no don't.   you are killing me, and you are killing IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me: I'm looking at it *STARED*..controlling, denying, hesitating...ARGHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IS: please just go and say it out loud !!!!!! You are hurting Me you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: No................&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IS: if you do it , you'll satisfied Mr T, If you don't emm nothing happen really except YOu will HURT Mr T!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me : okay, i'll do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IS : yes!! now say it out loud!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;MAGGI !!! I want to eat you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;IS : akhirnye , takkan berlapar aku mlm ni.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;takde kije="" rasa="" nak="" kawal="" dari="" maggi="" tapi="" tak="" tahan="" last2="" makan="" jugak=""&gt;&lt;/takde&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;KEntangputaryanglapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-610490271585205344?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/610490271585205344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=610490271585205344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/610490271585205344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/610490271585205344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk.html' title='A talk'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-1410881485339020004</id><published>2009-01-15T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:04:18.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at RIT -winter quarter's pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SW-yknLrWiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M3kOY7_mcDE/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SW-yknLrWiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M3kOY7_mcDE/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291644429246618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SW-ykcrIn5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hKKLx3em5QY/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SW-ykcrIn5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hKKLx3em5QY/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291644426425769874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The weather is getting worse day by day, and to make it worse, tissue culture lab acquires student to go to lab everyday! fighting the snow and the wind and the icy road, winter is always the quarter of "disaster".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was actually studying organic chemistry an hour ago before i digress myself with facebook n stuff, and end up writing a blog to express my winter pain. I hate winter! can't stand the cold the sensitive skin, lips that burst with blood all day and stomach that calls for food ! winter please end early this year, cause my whole body is hurting and my brain is freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;winter pain song :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;winter winter go away come again another year, winter winter go away come again another year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-1410881485339020004?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/1410881485339020004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=1410881485339020004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/1410881485339020004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/1410881485339020004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-at-rit-winter-quarters-pain.html' title='Life at RIT -winter quarter&apos;s pain'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/SW-yknLrWiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/M3kOY7_mcDE/s72-c/IMG_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-4761166992345099620</id><published>2008-10-24T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:41:06.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kiasu in dream? oh tidak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recently i have become "kiasu".. maybe pressure causes my nerve to work abnormally. I'm not a bookworm nor a textbook lover but since last three days i have been reading only and only textbook. I read chapter 6 organic chemistry!! i had never ( i believe so la since dtg rit) finish reading a chapter from chemistry book, and yesterday i read one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Amazing! and so not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is actually a good change but the "kiasu" or rajin part makes me feel awkward. i feel awkward about myself, how can that happened? Why am i feeling bad when i actually becomes "rajin" ner ? why is this changes make me feel something is wrong , my brain cell might have undergoes mutation or something. What happens?? what? why is this weird to me ? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the weirdness reach it climax yesterday night when i dream of.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shark, text book , beach , sea and pencil box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was totally freak out by this dream, it is like i have reach a crazy insanity stage. In my dream i was studying at the beach with my organic chemistry book can you believe that? studying kat tepi pantai? OMG ! and then there were like 3 people with me but i forgot who. then suddenly air pasang and air laut cam naik tinggi giler .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like suddenly my book n i are covered with water. then came this three small shark pulling my hand towards the middle of the sea but i fought and you know why i fought? because i was swimming toward my orgo chemistry book and trying to save the book! instead of saving my own life i was more concern on the text book and the pencil box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  after the text book was succesfully place on the land i was pulled back by the shark. it was pushing my left hand and i was like " oh my book is safe now and  i can go peacefully" can you believe that? what the **** is going on? then suddenly i terjaga n my roomate was pulling my hand LOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-4761166992345099620?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/4761166992345099620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=4761166992345099620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4761166992345099620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4761166992345099620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/10/kiasu-in-dream-oh-tidak.html' title='kiasu in dream? oh tidak!'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-706382744734077991</id><published>2008-09-28T19:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:05:10.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KENYang....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;bulan puasa dah nk abis ! raya dah dekat dan yang paling tak penting exam pun dah dekat!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; tidak!!! kenapa la exam on the day after raya? it makes me feel so miserable!  tapi lets leave that for now. sbb perut aku tgh kenyang giler!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tima kasih petai , dila , kina for the wonderful dinner!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3 pinggan nasi aku tambah isk3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;pastu ice cream lg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;tp TAI ko nye asam peedas melaka mmg KAWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! kepedasan n kepanasan aku!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-706382744734077991?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/706382744734077991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=706382744734077991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/706382744734077991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/706382744734077991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/09/kenyang.html' title='KENYang....'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-1947347959172958980</id><published>2008-06-30T20:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:30:55.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot i have a blog lol</title><content type='html'>sorry people i totally forgot that i have a blog, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sbb&lt;/span&gt; busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sgt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'l&lt;/span&gt; update My summer story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yg&lt;/span&gt; totally awesome later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; exam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt; i so damn in trouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-1947347959172958980?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/1947347959172958980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=1947347959172958980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/1947347959172958980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/1947347959172958980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-forgot-i-have-blog-lol.html' title='I forgot i have a blog lol'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-7751003994264078595</id><published>2008-04-20T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:55:00.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meringue"- so delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Like usual weekend will be the day of "the Visit"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But today everyone was exhauted, dila, kina n me masing2 dah pucat sakit pingang patah kaki n etc . (sbb smlm penat bersihkan kandang leopard kat seneca park zoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But since we promised to go to Francis's house, so janji ttp janji maka kami pun pergi ke rumah john n francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aktiviti Hari ni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1) masak lasagna sendiri!!! uuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;first time wat lasagna sendiri pergh best giler huhu (actually i don't really like lasagna but memandangkn dpt chance bljr masak kat rumah American ape2 pun jadi la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2) wat meringue sedap giler2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ni br first time tau kewujudan meringue yg sgt pelik itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rase cam marshmallow sedap seyh.. pastu makan ngan blue berry n whip cream !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sedap2.. for more info google la haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3) main basikal keliling "kampung"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;main beskal lama diorang huhu best giler , pompuan ngan laki nye beskal lain lak tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pastu kena paksa pakai helmet!!! huahua first time aku main beskal pakai helmet lawak seyh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pastu beskal takde break adoi sengal bahaya2 cuak but BEST GILER MAIN !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4) penat bagai nk mati....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pastu badan dah penat .... balik naik kereta John himpit ramai2 6 org dlm keta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the end of the weekly visit to John n Francis's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sekian synopsis dr KENTANgPUTARygkepenatannktlspnjg2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wasalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-7751003994264078595?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/7751003994264078595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=7751003994264078595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7751003994264078595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/7751003994264078595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/04/meringue-so-delicious.html' title='&quot;Meringue&quot;- so delicious!'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-8106115766714214316</id><published>2008-01-25T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:20:22.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>petikan..dipetik..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siapakah orang yang manis senyumannya?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Orang yang mempunyai senyuman yang manis  adalah orang yang ditimpa musibah lalu dia berucap  "Inna lillahi wainna illaihi  rajiuun."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kemudian berkata,"Ya Rabbi , Aku redha dengan ketentuanMu  ini", sambil mengukir senyuman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maka berbaik hatilah dan bersabar............&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Siapakah orang yang kaya ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Orang yang kaya adalah  orang yang bersyukur dengan apa yang ada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tidak lupa akan kenikmatan dunia yang sementara  ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:system;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maka  bersyukurlah atas nikmat yang kau terima dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:system;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;berbagilah....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;petikandipetikdrbakreni&gt;&lt;/petikandipetikdrbakreni&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:system;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;kentangputarmelaporkandrTV3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-8106115766714214316?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/8106115766714214316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=8106115766714214316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/8106115766714214316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/8106115766714214316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/01/petikandipetik.html' title='petikan..dipetik..'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-8076188984232014246</id><published>2008-01-13T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:37:00.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHen azizi also got infected by "biol Virus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4mh8BHEhTI/AAAAAAAAACE/uiXSuqt0KV4/s1600-h/WebCam_20080112_2340%2817%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4mh8BHEhTI/AAAAAAAAACE/uiXSuqt0KV4/s320/WebCam_20080112_2340%2817%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154829300964558130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4mhiBHEhSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3vcYqmQBicg/s1600-h/WebCam_20080112_2255%287%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4mhiBHEhSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3vcYqmQBicg/s320/WebCam_20080112_2255%287%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154828854287959330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: once infected the virus will be multi antibiotics resistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azizi in da house: oh no i also are diagnose wit "BIOl virus'!! n I'm antibiotics resistant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh poor azizi.. Snow : let just all make an album cover , and let every1 know dat doing  BIOlogy lab report is full of laugh and pain, and of cuz a memorable moment to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTHD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-8076188984232014246?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/8076188984232014246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=8076188984232014246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/8076188984232014246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/8076188984232014246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-azizi-also-got-infected-by-biol.html' title='WHen azizi also got infected by &quot;biol Virus&quot;'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4mh8BHEhTI/AAAAAAAAACE/uiXSuqt0KV4/s72-c/WebCam_20080112_2340%2817%29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-6706738494421307517</id><published>2008-01-13T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:37:00.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is wat happened when BIo lab report drive u crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4me-xHEhQI/AAAAAAAAABs/IrTLoYCCVYg/s1600-h/WebCam_20080112_2255%284%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4me-xHEhQI/AAAAAAAAABs/IrTLoYCCVYg/s320/WebCam_20080112_2255%284%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154826049674315010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4meUxHEhPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Rrm1oMWCZGc/s1600-h/WebCam_20080112_2254.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4meUxHEhPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Rrm1oMWCZGc/s320/WebCam_20080112_2254.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154825328119809266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUr uncontrolled emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe was concentrating while we were way to far to concentrate=p&lt;br /&gt;and then he also was infected by the so called "bIOL virus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR KIds: 18SX don't do this at home without parental guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hakciptaterpelihara &lt;kentangputar&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-6706738494421307517?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/6706738494421307517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=6706738494421307517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6706738494421307517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/6706738494421307517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-wat-happened-when-bio-lab.html' title='This is wat happened when BIo lab report drive u crazy'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHDod_Adf3o/R4me-xHEhQI/AAAAAAAAABs/IrTLoYCCVYg/s72-c/WebCam_20080112_2255%284%29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-4783919630972506201</id><published>2008-01-12T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:51:11.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanak2 High School Yg weird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Summary of today volunteer program at NOVA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) aku sesat tak jumpe building lawak giler walhal building depan mata kuang3x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2)dapat kawan baru yg volunteer(community service) sebab almost kena kick out of RIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3)budak2 high school pun ade yg bercita2 nk convert kan org to cristian &lt;whichisreallyscary&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4)motivation program american SANGAT best sebab ade byk makanan free huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5)most of the high school student in america is friendly, cool giler.. dan yg kelakar nye aku sebgai pembantu program leh tersalah bg instruction kuang3x malu2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Ni short story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     we were doing the so called "my house" activity, for that the high school students need to write their core values in life(which represent their home foundation), how u support ur foundation( the  wall for the house), a quality or skill u borrow from other people( the door), thing you are proud of (windows), defence mechanism -how you response when you are angry or frustrated(roof), how you release strees-what do you do for renewal fun(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;chimney).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ramai yg foundation family wow , i'm impressed !! pastu LOve as door camtu .. ramai yg sporting , ade gak yg lawak sebab ckp die nye foundation is die suke procastinate tp always dpt good grade n bangga ngan tu .. adoi tak paham2 ... sume org poning ngan die, n then ade sorang ni mmg jenis keagamaan tul , die nye foundation , proud of and everything sume pasal agama .. scary to me but i respect his awareness ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;plus byk lagi inciden berlaku tp malas taip sume kang pnjg sgt jadinye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so for more information please ym hunxueer_88@yahoo.com ariigatoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;janee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;kentangputar: ceria ="P"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-4783919630972506201?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/4783919630972506201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=4783919630972506201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4783919630972506201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/4783919630972506201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/01/kanak2-high-school-yg-weird.html' title='Kanak2 High School Yg weird..'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-2333838452846059040</id><published>2008-01-08T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:35:33.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOwi kawan2 gomenee,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;sowi kinah joe diya n najee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;salah bg info quiz jepun tadi huhu mesti korang pulun2 study ekh3x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;gomenee...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/376068817050271060-2333838452846059040?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/2333838452846059040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=2333838452846059040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/2333838452846059040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/2333838452846059040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/01/sowi-kawan2-gomenee.html' title='SOwi kawan2 gomenee,,'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376068817050271060.post-972289408925250597</id><published>2008-01-08T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:21:02.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor : i'm afraid your kidney is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Jam berdetik tick tock tick tock ... sudah pukul 11 rupenye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kije ku masih banyak dan pinggang ku sakit bangat!! rase seperti dicucuk cucuk jarum sebesar paku , setajam pedang.. tak pernah ku sakit begini . perasaan takut mula menyelubungi hati ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ku paksa diri untuk tido . sahabat karib ku khumaini said: just go to sleep la!! &lt;bg&gt;&lt;/bg&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pnjgla pulak taip camtu k pndkkan citer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this morning i went to see the doctor. and he said: i'm afraid i need to do an urine check. your sickness is ambiguous , your kidney may be infected by some disease which i'm not sure. please come again this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kuang3x sape tak takut bile doktor diagnose kena sakit buah pinggang!! terkejut sgt3x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pastu the whole day hati tak tenang pinggang pula sakit cam kena tikam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mase yg dinantikan pun tibe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aku pergi buat urine test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and selama 15 minutes i waited in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then the doctor came in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he made a sad looking face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;his eyebrows was down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then i feel my heart beating dup dap dup dap .... &lt;chewah&gt;&lt;/chewah&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; dialogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;doctor: i checked ur urine&lt;face&gt;&lt;/face&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;doctor: i'm glad you came back becuz i found out that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;he&gt;&lt;/he&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he looked at me and roll his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;doctor: i believe u need to come again for the acupressure treatment because your kidney is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;jeng3x...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Doctor :normal after all!! &lt;pastu&gt; sengal nye doktor saje je wat saspen &lt;/pastu&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Doctor: i think u have muscle n ligament problem well the acupressure will treat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cheyh rupe2nye aku sihat walafiat je &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-The end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;p/s. thedoctorisreallygoodatmakingpeopleworry!!&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/376068817050271060-972289408925250597?l=kentangputar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/feeds/972289408925250597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=376068817050271060&amp;postID=972289408925250597' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/972289408925250597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/376068817050271060/posts/default/972289408925250597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentangputar.blogspot.com/2008/01/doctor-im-afraid-your-kidney-is.html' title='Doctor : i&apos;m afraid your kidney is..'/><author><name>Shah Wisya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11321093067136675974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
