<?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-4258500854258187630</id><updated>2011-12-29T05:01:49.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Alive</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes we let affection go unspoken...Sometimes we let our love go unexpressed...Sometimes we can't find words to tell our feelings...Especially towards those we love the best...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3981356005134469834</id><published>2009-02-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:07:39.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not perfect as I thought</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I wrote something here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uishhh..giler lama da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok. Well, I have been busy occupying myself with a new so called student's life and before that busy with previous job life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its February already and its 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a bless and Im looking forward for things happening in 2009. 2008 filled with 'rezeki', alhamdulillah. Got a better job, better life, better relationship life and the most important, I got this KPLI. I guess most know about this. However, I have to admit because of me few bad things happened along the way which I myself never want it to be happened. Only God knows how I feel, forgive me for this as I tried to come out with the best solution but I failed. I always pray there will be a bright path to lead me to my precious memory that I could never forget. Im praying hard for it. Everything is not perfect as how you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new life seems ok so far. In the beginning, it was quite hard to switch from my routine to the new life. DUlu keje shift, bangun kul 12 or 1, kul 2 or 3 baru masuk keje. pastu balik keje, jadi burung hantu smpi ke pagi. NOw, harap maaf la. KUl 6 dah kene bangun, as my class starts as early as 7.30 am. Giler! Tapi, as time goes by now ok je. tak de problem pun nk bgn pagi ke ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning life is fun. To get something of my interest which is English, I really enjoy every moment of it. Its not onlybbenefit you  in teaching yet its so beneficial for you when you have ur own kids, parenting education as we really learn the development of children and things related. Somehow, I dont like the rules here. Yeah, I know because its Maktab Perguruan Islam. But trying my best to bear with as we'll only stay here only for six months and the rest we'll go for practical. The hostel though not too bad its just the washroom is not as clean as I want it..hehe. Aku mmg tak tahan la toilet kotor ni. Meremang bulu roma aku nak mandi. Tapi whatever it is, have to deal with it. A challenge to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all for now as a start for my comeback..bape punye comeback dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Oh by the way, since I'll be English teacher..kekkeke, tak boleh la ek tulis entry dlm malay lg?..Just a thought, if I can improve my writing or anything related to my English ..why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3981356005134469834?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3981356005134469834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3981356005134469834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3981356005134469834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3981356005134469834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-perfect-as-i-thought.html' title='Its not perfect as I thought'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5617249674554261226</id><published>2008-10-14T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:11:39.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to bring..</title><content type='html'>There will be a raya potluck at my office this thursday. The PM shoot an email of who and what to bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first I wanted to cook. But I know I am just lazy to do that and the fridge is so empty since puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of my house theres a stall selling lemang. Ting! Ting! I replied the mail saying that I will bring lemang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak yah susah2 pk..Senang keje..Im done! Selamat ber'potluck'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5617249674554261226?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5617249674554261226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5617249674554261226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5617249674554261226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5617249674554261226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-bring.html' title='What to bring..'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-4554841767012195929</id><published>2008-10-13T16:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:07:55.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wedding - Ida &amp; Min Wedding</title><content type='html'>We; Shima, Fida, Shud and me attended Ida &amp; Min wedding last saturday. Shud tahu last minit on friday evening terus cari tiket dtg kl, salute la you shud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached a bit late..not a bit, he was late. Hangin dah dgn dia masa ni. Follow kete fida, lost pulak..around 4 baru sampai. Kenduri pun dah nak habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme colour was green, Ida looked great while Min dah kurus. Malas cita panjang, enjoy the pixies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg3MpgRZkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jYX8Tzkb-A4/s1600-h/DSC08593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg3MpgRZkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jYX8Tzkb-A4/s200/DSC08593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258013255394223682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg3ds5EUxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VT01Ty4hGmY/s1600-h/DSC08609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg3ds5EUxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VT01Ty4hGmY/s200/DSC08609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258013548361306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg321dnjjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E1ReIJtlmOw/s1600-h/DSC08634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg321dnjjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/E1ReIJtlmOw/s200/DSC08634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258013980158823986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg4Kj5dQVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CSoK_lCuwO8/s1600-h/DSC08644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg4Kj5dQVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/CSoK_lCuwO8/s200/DSC08644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258014319041134930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg4a12bVCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9828lgW4x_E/s1600-h/DSC08651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg4a12bVCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9828lgW4x_E/s200/DSC08651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258014598738170914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg48woNQNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AH2wrpWYaIs/s1600-h/DSC08647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg48woNQNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AH2wrpWYaIs/s200/DSC08647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258015181451903186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg5PH97wII/AAAAAAAAAHs/16csE2Sui2o/s1600-h/DSC08654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg5PH97wII/AAAAAAAAAHs/16csE2Sui2o/s200/DSC08654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258015496954691714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said me is so gediks di atas pelamin, we are like that darling! Cant help it! Kami lah kera kera di atas pelamin ittuuuu!! Muahhahah..sorry babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-4554841767012195929?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4554841767012195929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=4554841767012195929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/4554841767012195929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/4554841767012195929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-wedding-ida-min-wedding.html' title='Another wedding - Ida &amp; Min Wedding'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SPg3MpgRZkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jYX8Tzkb-A4/s72-c/DSC08593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7897883655109219819</id><published>2008-10-09T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:49:02.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rajinnya buat tag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the worst?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah..i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you like to dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you obsessed with someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yerp..him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you like more than five people right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I guess so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Name something that you would like to eat right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kenny rogers..dah lama gila tak makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Did you get any compliments today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No..not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you steal people's boyfriends or girlfriends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never..im just not that type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Are you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im definitely happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.Who was the last person you texted and what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Him : last night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My colleague &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.Are you moody?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Last person you chat with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ah peng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Have you ever tried to get back with an ex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yerp once..but it didnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Have you ever toilet papered someone's house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nope never..toilet paper is not practical in houses in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Have you ever gone camping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes,of course. sape yg tak penah g camping time sekola dulu2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.Do you love someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love all my beloved one. I love you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Have you ever gone to the beach?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of course ler..I love beach so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Have you ever had a stalker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yer..time sekolah dulu2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.Who was the last person to make you mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Are you thirsty?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Are you listening to music? What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, celine dion - thats the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.What do you do before bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- watch tv..talked to him..cuci muka..gosok gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.Have you ever lied to your parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Penah ..**giggless**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.Have you ever worn your best friend's clothes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Penah..penah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.Who and what do you miss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really missed the time I had in previous co..I missed the raya time we had in previous years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.Name five things you did today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tidy up my room, work, eat, watch tv, mandi kira tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.Last person who you yelled at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shima and fida..not yell like I am mad..yell because thats me who likes to yell..yell bergossip..kekkeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.Future kid's names?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have few in my list &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.What is your mood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im just fine..good I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I dont think so..nothing for people to jealous at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.When is the last time you got chocolates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tak de kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.Where were you 2 hours ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the office doing my work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.What were you doing last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Worked till 10, talked to him and gossipping with shima and fida till 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.What does your hair look like right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Its fine under my tudung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.Has anyone ever used you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.Has anyone ever told you that they like you more than as a friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yerp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.What have you eaten today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ketupat my mom made before I came back to kl..its still in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.Is your hair naturally curly, or straight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naturally straight + wavy but also kembang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7897883655109219819?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7897883655109219819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7897883655109219819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7897883655109219819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7897883655109219819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/rajinnya-buat-tag.html' title='Rajinnya buat tag?'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2840991104740474616</id><published>2008-10-08T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:10:26.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news..</title><content type='html'>I stumbled on my first email when I opened it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content of the email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Janna,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are pleased to confirm you in the position of SAP HR Consultant with effect from 7 October 2008. The official letter will be sent to you soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;M** K**, H*&lt;br /&gt;Senior Human Resources Executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N******A***** &lt;br /&gt;40-1 Menara TH Perdana&lt;br /&gt;1001 Jalan Sultan Ismail&lt;br /&gt;50250 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this company on 7/7/08 and it was mentioned that I will undergo a 3 months probation. I will be confirmed after 3 months but it would be also depends on your performance. Its exactly 3 months and now I am confirmed. I am happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of workwise, the current company is much much better than the previous one. No stayback and not too much workload. The work is also not really hard to do once you know the process and flow. I faced difficulty at first since im not familiar with SAP. But now, alhamdulillah I am just comfortable with my work. Few political and management issues here and there but still I can bare it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that the environment is not as good as previous. After quite a long since grad looking for an ideal job of good working place, I think I can give an award of "the best ideal job" to the current one. Got bonus, got allowance, got company trip which I never had previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 months working here, sometimes I just feel boring to do testing everyday and its not busy like before. Keje byk pun salah..keje sikit pun salah ..sighhh**!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2840991104740474616?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2840991104740474616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2840991104740474616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2840991104740474616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2840991104740474616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news.html' title='Good news..'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3545588123915139676</id><published>2008-10-07T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:44:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya pun ada tag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Berapa pasang baju raya anda tahun ni dan kaler apekah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in previous entry, baju raya saya sepasang sahaja tahun ini. Saya memasang angan2 utk mengupah pada tukang jahit favourite saya tapi by the time saya nak hanta, dia dah tak nak amik tempahan saya utk hari raya kerana dia sudah menerima byk tempahan. Saya hantar jugak, saya ckp siapkan lepas raya. Akibatnya, mak saya membeli sepasang kain lain dan mengupah pada tukang jahit lain, tukang jahit favourite mak saya. Hasilnya, sepasang saja baju raya iaitu baju kurung putih berbunga biru + hijau hasil pilihan kain mak saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apakah makanan raya tradisional kegemaran anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka makan ketupat palas yang memang orang utara selalu makan di pagi raya bersama rendang daging atau rendang ayam. Dulu rendang mak tok saya menjadi favourite saya tapi sekarang mak saya punya rendang telah bertakhta di hati saya. Kuah kacang dengan nasi himpit pun saya suka jugak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apakah biskut raya kegemaran anda?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biskut raya bukan lah menjadi kegemaran saya di hari raya. Tapi kuih raya yang saya selalu jamah (jamah je..kekeke) biskut cornflakes, almond london, tart nenas dan semprit yang mak saya tak penah miss utk buat setiap tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bape banyak duit raya anda dapat n spend untuk bagi kat bebudak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since saya keje saya tak penah dapat duit raya lagi. Bapak saya pun tak nak bagi kat saya lg. Saya spend duit raya sahaja. Duit masuk tak de, duit kuar byk lah. Almost 1k budget duit raya saya utk mak bapak saya, adik beradik saya, cousins and some old uncles and aunties and tak lupa mak tok saya. even though banyak duit yang kuar, alhamdulillah dengan rezeki yg saya dpt itulah yg mampu saya bagi and saya anggap itu adalah penghargaan saya kepada org2 yang saya sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apakah aktiviti malam raya korang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally malam raya, my big family akan berkumpul kat umah mak tok and bukak posa last bersama2 tapi since tokwan tak de and mak tok pun paralysed masing2 kat rumah sendiri unless my mom or my aunties invite utk bukak posa last at our houses. Tapi tahun ni no one does that including my mom. We all just buat last touch up utk our house, kuarkan sume koleksi pinggan mangkuk mak aku, letak kuih dlm balang, iron baju raya..and not to forget main mercun!!! thats what my cousins and me do malam raya from the previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who to tag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No specific person, everyone..you are tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3545588123915139676?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3545588123915139676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3545588123915139676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3545588123915139676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3545588123915139676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-pun-ada-tag.html' title='Raya pun ada tag?'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-8207760704383910909</id><published>2008-10-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:38:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>I guess most of us back at work today after a long raya break. 10 days cuti .. long la kan, more than a week cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us still in the mood of raya and mmg sangat tak de mood nak buat keje. I reached kl late evening yesterday. Bawak balik ketupat and rendang balance2 tu bg shima makan..wakakak. My mom packed kuih raya too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today I want to bring it to the office, my mom packed kuih raya mcm lah aku ni duk kat bosnia, punya la byk. Tapi terlupa nak bawak sebenarnye. Sampai je kat office, tak de sape pun bawak kuih raya, tak de sape pun excited nak share kuih raya masing2. Kalau aku mmg bawak tadi, mmg aku sorang je lah yang bawak kuih raya ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat zaman kat xybase, kalau lepas raya je we all sume excited bawak kuih raya, siap bawak rendang lg makan dengan roti, makan2 sambil duk gelak. Kat sini, dah tak rase semua bende mcm tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them kat sini malays jugak but tak de rase kemeriahan tu. And I missed that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the big difference between previous co and current co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy back to work people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-8207760704383910909?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8207760704383910909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=8207760704383910909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8207760704383910909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8207760704383910909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-6631258542685698069</id><published>2008-10-02T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:57:34.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Turn</title><content type='html'>On the first day of raya, we normally eat rendang and ketupat my mom made a day before raya. First day jugak, our house will be totally close. Spend most of the time at mak tok's, auntie's and uncle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of raya, barulah we all kat rumah sendiri and my mom akan masak something special. Previous years mmg akan masak nasi lah, tak kisah la nasi pape. Usually, nasi tomato. So, today as previous years my mom masak nasi tomato. All of us gather at my house pulak. All the big family gather from morning till evening. Best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in previous entry that we do not bake any cake or pudding because my sister and I are so malas. We thought we want to do it today since my mom have cooked the nasi tomato + cake( kalau buat) mesti lagi sedap. Tapi kan, dah siap tolong my mom buat nasi tomato segala, around 12 je my auntie and my cousins dah sampai. Dah hidang sume, dah tak sempat nak buat terus lg malas la klu all the guests dah datang rumah. Dah banyak keje nak kene buat. As usual, yours truly akan jadi org basuh pinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year raya lah kita buat cake pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOm2wvmlONI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O1XvmJbS1nA/s1600-h/raya+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOm2wvmlONI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O1XvmJbS1nA/s200/raya+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253931388832659666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;this is the pic taken by my cousin which is posed by my cousins jugak at atam;s house last night, budak2 baru nak besar, jakun skit menjadi camera freak. kalau boleh masuk dlm wall tu, wall tu jugak depa nak masuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-6631258542685698069?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6631258542685698069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=6631258542685698069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/6631258542685698069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/6631258542685698069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-turn.html' title='Our Turn'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOm2wvmlONI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O1XvmJbS1nA/s72-c/raya+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5133878303517179789</id><published>2008-10-01T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:34:18.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri..Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hari raya. Its our family tradition, to perform raya prayers only at nearby surau. No famous or big mosque as they have a longer pray and many protocols. Buat lambat je. After sembahyang raya, we all bermaafan. Only after that, we get ready and head to my mak tok's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhWPlQItlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cQyom-pi4sc/s1600-h/IMG_3237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhWPlQItlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cQyom-pi4sc/s200/IMG_3237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253543791025501778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;Me di pagi raya, before semayang, nilah baju yang terbakaq tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhXV1THo-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0pz36x8h5EM/s1600-h/IMG_3251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhXV1THo-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0pz36x8h5EM/s200/IMG_3251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253544997923824610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru lah bermaafan n bersalaman with the big family. Raya dah tak sama mcam raya dulu2 since tokwan dah tak de. Masing masing buat raya preparation sendiri, only berkumpul pagi raya je. Mak tok is mak's mother. This is usual for us to raya here first i mean my mom's side since I was small. Only then, we go to ba's(my father) side. The place to gather is at mak chaq's house - ba's eldest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the norm of my family di pagi raya. After that baru lah pegi rumah aunties and uncles yang lain. But mostly on my mom's side. My father ni die mcm tak close sgt relationship die dgn sedara dia yg lain. Mak chaq je yg rapat padahal ramai lg adik beradik and sedara mara dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, after mak chaq's house, we went to auntie's house. Around 4 something baru balik rumah, penat..penat makan..tidoq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, pegi umah atam n mak tam. Penuh gila rumah atam with all of us..happy..seronok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all normally what we do on the first day of raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, is our house's turn. Mak nak masak nasi tomato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the raya pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOmwZijfQNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BYnkjYbyuik/s1600-h/raya+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOmwZijfQNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BYnkjYbyuik/s200/raya+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924393123266770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhX6MImllI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O2VM29c77-U/s1600-h/IMG_3258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhX6MImllI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O2VM29c77-U/s200/IMG_3258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253545622529021522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;mak tok and mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhcVNI1gVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsL_w7y1RBA/s1600-h/IMG_3267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhcVNI1gVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UsL_w7y1RBA/s200/IMG_3267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253550484701413714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;uncles and anak menakan yang terencat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhdWjn7PkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mykfL1cQTqg/s1600-h/IMG_3281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhdWjn7PkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mykfL1cQTqg/s200/IMG_3281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253551607428890178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;the big family..but not all is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOheyRzBGyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/khYrQ_agF8c/s1600-h/IMG_3303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOheyRzBGyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/khYrQ_agF8c/s200/IMG_3303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253553183191538466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;my uncle and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOmwqAehkDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c1eNOpV_Tus/s1600-h/P9300082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOmwqAehkDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c1eNOpV_Tus/s200/P9300082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924676033417266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;our attempt to have the lompat pose, nasib baik tak roboh umah mak tok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5133878303517179789?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5133878303517179789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5133878303517179789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5133878303517179789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5133878303517179789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOhWPlQItlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cQyom-pi4sc/s72-c/IMG_3237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5411301669322946953</id><published>2008-09-30T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:24:03.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nak Raya</title><content type='html'>I woke up around 12 hari ni..padahal esok nak raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done all the preparation for mak to masak rendang and ketupat yesterday. Dah kupas sume bawang, dah blender sume. Tinggal mak nak masak je. Chocolate kat almond london pun dah letak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mase duk tido sebelum nak bangun tu, dah dengar ramai kat dapur. Mak aku dah import bibik mak tok aku, angkut mak tok sekali mai sini. My mak tam pun ada, duk buat ketupat sekali. Ramai dah kat dapur tu buat ape la aku nak semakkan lagi. Better I do something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bergayut with him actually sampai kul 5 pg tadi tu lah bgn lambat. Bila dah bergayut lama, mula la nak bergaduh. Macam2 la ayat die kuar, Im sad. terus spoil mood nak raya. Sengaja bangun lambat. Malas nak fikir, tak nak call or sms lagi. I sent him final text, terus both diam. Biar..let the time decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolong kejap je mak kat dapur lepas bangun n mandi. Rasa nak iron baju raya. Tahun ni sepasang je buat baju raya. Tu pun mak yang buat, mak pilih kain. Dah tgk baju tu, ok la. Nanti comment lebih2, mak terasa. Esok pakai je. Ada bawak balik baju spare..baju lama yg jarang pakai. Masa duk tengah2 iron tu, duk fikir pasal dia...tiba2 terbakar baju aku skit. Aku terus menjerit. Mak tahu aku duk iron baju. Mak jerit from kitchen, "Awat? baju terbakaq ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah mak..tapi terbakar skit je actually. Terbakaq kat bahagian ketiak kat belakang. Die mcm berkedut skit. Sib baik skit, esok aku nak pakai je. Mak pun agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time im typing this, rendang daging and ayam dah siap. Mak tengah rebus ketupat je. This year, my sister and decided, we all tak nak buat any cakes or pudding. Sebab we all malas. Makan ketupat je. Kalau rajin, nanti raya kedua baru buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju sume dah iron, rendang ketupat pun almost siap. Im ready for raya tomorrow. Nak prepare utk berbuka pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time, &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/strong&gt; u olsss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5411301669322946953?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5411301669322946953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5411301669322946953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5411301669322946953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5411301669322946953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/kisah-nak-raya.html' title='Kisah Nak Raya'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-1438839596749080585</id><published>2008-09-28T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:06:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safely Arrived</title><content type='html'>I safely arrived home yesterday. Home sweet home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, another trip of moving all his stuffs. But this time, sume barang besar2 - his wardrobe, his bed and other stuffs. His car is full with this stuff. Only front seat left. But his sister was also there. We packed together all his stuffs. Macam mana la we all nak duduk. Mula2 igt nak duk sebelah2 tp oleh kerana both of us bontot besar..kekkee, we all duk mcm meriba. His sister kat belakang while me depan sikit. Sit like that all the way from kj to putrajaya. Kejang otot bontot aku sampai putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished angkat sume barang around 3, then jalan2 cari makan utk sahur. We all sahur kat mc D equinne. Around 5 something send his sister then headed to my home. Sampai around 6, dah pening kepala. I need to sleep tapi baju tak pack lg. Pening ni kene tido lu. Around 10 something, terus bangun and pack baju. Kemas2 bilik and rumah skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerak from my house around 1. Picked his sister and we headed to airport. Punye bersembang terlepas simpang, kene u turn pulak. We took a lil of time kat situ. Made me reach at LCCT around 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus yours truly checked in. Bila queue je, orang dah tak ramai meaning most dah checked in. I was told to go into departure hall. Salam2 and bubbye with him and his sister, terus masuk departure hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me," Sebak i masa bubyye u tadi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I balik aloq setaq je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Aloq Setaq around 6, my brother picked me. My parent busy preparing for berbuka kot. I reached home just on time orang nak berbuka. Tgk atas meja makan, mak bakar ikan terubuk. Sedapppnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After berbuka, penat pindah semlm, penat tak tidoq aku terbongkang tido sampai lah mak kejut utk sahur pg tadi. Not sahur here but soq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ni tanye mak, kuih raya sume mak dah buat ke? Mak cakap dah siap sume, tinggal nak letak chocolate kat almond london je. Small matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok rumah, mak dah pasang curtain baru. Rumah mcm dah kemas cume nak final touch je. Lega tak byk keje sgt...kekkeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dia pulak nak bebai kat aku, sebab curtain wardrobe die tak tau tang mana. I told him curtain tu mmg tak de, i tak pegang i tak amik. Tanya his sis pun tak tau jugak. Call pun mcm nak tak nak je ckp. Nak bebai lg bila cari suar la ape la tak jumpe, sbb yours truly and his sister yang pack. Dah balik loq staq dah keluaq habis dah..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be going back to penang tpi tadi call duk tidoq lagi. Tak tau nak gerak kul bape..petang kot. Penat kemas his stuff katanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-1438839596749080585?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1438839596749080585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=1438839596749080585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/1438839596749080585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/1438839596749080585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/safely-arrived.html' title='Safely Arrived'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3818429836532275222</id><published>2008-09-26T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:45:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>Finally..today is friday, last day of working before most of us go for a long raya break. I can see that most of my team mates has no mood to do our work, counting minutes and seconds to balik kg. Shima dah off hari ni, dah balik kg pun pg tadi. Ell pun dah off, jealous nye aku!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..yesterday I had an iftar with shima. I promised at least once and I made it. Yesterday, I took a longer iftar break from work. I went home to bukak posa with shima. He called me asking for iftar together. He suggested my house, I agreed. Asked shima to beli lauk sume. So we all berbuka bertiga. Lauk banyak gila shima beli + I bought some too. Penuh meja, sedap gila, nikmat gila rasa berbuka kat umah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..he made a decision to move, move to putrajaya je lah. Tak larat nak bayar duit minyak, duit tol ulang alik from kj to putrajaya so he will stay with a fren who stays alone. I already packed half of his stuffs last nite and he already brought is to his new home on the way to work today. And tonight, will be another trip of bringing another half of his stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..Im going back to aloq setaq tomorrow. My flight will be at 4.20. I havent packed anything yet but I still have time since my flight is scheduled in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today is last day for most of us to have internet and read blogs, Im taking this chance to wish here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#B93B8F;"&gt;Miss Jane wishing all of you Salam Lebaran, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOgpJu2tmmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EtbTo5KgWgE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOgpJu2tmmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EtbTo5KgWgE/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253494212500757090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#F87217;"&gt;Forgive me if I have ever offended you in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#F87217;"&gt;Have a bless Aidilfitri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3818429836532275222?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3818429836532275222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3818429836532275222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3818429836532275222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3818429836532275222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOgpJu2tmmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EtbTo5KgWgE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2118190348524984048</id><published>2008-09-24T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:08:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Mates</title><content type='html'>Few of UK consultants of my team are here. They are here from last 2 weeks and will be going back to UK this coming Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team is currently doing a project for a company of GE in UK. The UK consultants do the planning, development and customisation. We, consultants in M'sia do testing, documentation and minor customization of the SAP system. All of our works will be verified by the UK consultants and client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few political issues and misunderstandings along the way but being a new team mate which is not so new, yours truly malas nak amik port. I just do my work and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a team photo session with the UK team yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeQm86TzSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-RsA-jIIFAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeQm86TzSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-RsA-jIIFAQ/s200/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253326489211096354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;My GE Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#342D7E;"&gt;Stand from left :Azahari, Li Buay (Team Lead), Aizad, Zatul, Ze Xiong, Yus (Payroll Team Lead), Rohaizad, Aruna, Sally (UK), Angela(UK), Irene(UK), George (UK Project Mngr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#342D7E;"&gt;Sit from left :Azman (M'sia Project Mngr), Me, Rina(Another M'sia Project Mngr) and Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2118190348524984048?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2118190348524984048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2118190348524984048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2118190348524984048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2118190348524984048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/team-mates.html' title='Team Mates'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeQm86TzSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-RsA-jIIFAQ/s72-c/IMG_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-465124472511209246</id><published>2008-09-22T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:41:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar with Frens</title><content type='html'>I planned once he is off to Penang, I wanna have iftar with all dearie friends. May be a day with Ell and peng and another day with Shima and Fida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, until today I havent got the chance to bukak posa with my own housemates that I see everyday. Weekdays, dah tentu bukak posa kat office..keje kan. Weekend pulak, always dpt request from him. Trying my best to juggle my time between my frens and him tp byk towards him. May be because its new. Sorry girls, lepas ni bila dah stable everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had an iftar with Ell and Peng. Peng choose Seoul Garden, OU. I pun tak penah makan Korean food, so I gave a try. I dragged him along. I planned a week before actually, but I received too many tests from him and I cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I made it, sorry for the last minute decision guys. At first, Pool will join but since I did it last minute die pun dah ada plan lain. So only 4 of us. For me, food die biase je. Part nak masak2 tu je mcam best. tp dah lama2 tak larat nak masak smpi tak de mood nak makan. Tapi makan tak ingat2 jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff said, enjoy the pics - courtesy from Ell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeKMjUFI7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/76sTSrZ9LhU/s1600-h/P9210012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeKMjUFI7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/76sTSrZ9LhU/s200/P9210012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253319438593500082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;Chef of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeKkO0yY_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_0KIgGJV-5o/s1600-h/P9210010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeKkO0yY_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_0KIgGJV-5o/s200/P9210010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253319845410399218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;Kusyuk gila miss jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeMNKapknI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-oWhnl2tIKo/s1600-h/P9210020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeMNKapknI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-oWhnl2tIKo/s200/P9210020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253321648113291890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;the food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeM1NWDswI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9tPnotX6ak0/s1600-h/P9210039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeM1NWDswI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9tPnotX6ak0/s200/P9210039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253322336094106370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;Us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeNXrP3BdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OCZLLoA3HF4/s1600-h/P9210041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeNXrP3BdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OCZLLoA3HF4/s200/P9210041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253322928236725714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800517;"&gt;After makan, sesi wajib - gossippingggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, I promised myself at least mesti bukak posa dgn shima jugak before balik raya. At least once, will try to arrange.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-465124472511209246?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/465124472511209246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=465124472511209246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/465124472511209246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/465124472511209246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-with-frens.html' title='Iftar with Frens'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOeKMjUFI7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/76sTSrZ9LhU/s72-c/P9210012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7017537771591094507</id><published>2008-09-15T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:10:26.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Surprise..yeay!!</title><content type='html'>Since he will be starting his work at new place on 16th, he planned to move to penang last saturday. Till last thursday, he has not packed anything yet. He said, he will ask his sister to pack everything on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to spend my last second with him, may be to iftar or at least to meet him before he go off. As you know, my work finished around 10. Of course, tak sempat nak buat apa kalau keje dah habis kul 10. So, I took a day off last friday only to spend my quality time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to bukak posa together. mrr2 tu jam tahap gaban, so I went to serdang, asked him to pick me there. Komuter lahanat tu ade prob pulak lambat gila aku pun tunggu macam org gila. I only reached serdang around 640. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#342D7E;"&gt;"U tu la lain kali kuar awal, ni peak hour org sume nk bukak posa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7D053F;"&gt;"I dah kuar awal la..530 i kuar umah. Serdang dgn umah i, 1 station je takkan nak kuar kul 4 kot. Train ni yg buat prob"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik kete, muka dia dah lain gila sbb tadi aku duk complain pasal komuter cilakak tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since friday was his last day to iftar kat kl, he asked his sister too. At the same time, senang nnt terus angkut his sister to his house to pack things. Alkisahnya, ada sorang minah India yang duk konon2 dekat area umah dia (kejam sgt klu aku panggil minah hindu or keling,sorry!) duk tumpang hari2, terpaksa la angkut sekali minah ni gi bukak posa jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bukak posa kat one restaurant yang tak sedap kat Mines. Oleh kerana on that day, ada bendera merah terpacak..aku dah isi perut aku kat rumah then aku kekenyangan masa bukak posa tu. Just minum je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis bukak posa everything, he said he wanted to send his sister back. Pelik! cakap nak suh pack. I didnt question anything, I thought may be he wants me to do the packing. After sent his sister home, we headed to kj and dropped his fren. Right after that, he was complaining that his fren ni dah 2 weeks tumpang tp never bg duit tol ke minyak ke ape. Padahal mase mula2 nak tumpang, cakap nak bg duit minyak la ape last2 habuk pun tak penah bg sampai la last friday. She knows that this guy will be going to penang, langsung tak bg pape selama duk tumpang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 10 something jugak sampai kj, he said he wanted to lepak with his friend. Dalam hati, nak lepak pukul bape nak pack? pukul bape nak gerak g penang esok? On the way there, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#342D7E;"&gt;"Tadi masak nak balik, I salam la dgn boss I ckp today is my last day. Next week dah nak kene start kat penang. Then, boss I ckp nnt2. bla bla bla..hold dulu g penang tu. May be awak pegi or orang lain pegi..bla ..bla bla. Next week awak kat sini sampai la kita bg tahu awak nnt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed in the car.."Yeay!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suke hati je gomen ni. Surat dah kuar, aku dah menangis air mata darah..air mata kucing pun kuar. Last2 leh simply ckp tak jadi mcm tu. Rugi je amik day off, kalau tahu g keje je friday tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tahu tak jadi pindah lambat pulak bg tau..kalau aku mesti tak sabar2 nak bg tau. Dah kul 11 lebih baru nak bg tahu, buat aku sedih je. His sister pun tak tahu..we did another surprise to his sister on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tahu la bila pulak nak kene pindah ni..hopefully tak payah pindah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7017537771591094507?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7017537771591094507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7017537771591094507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7017537771591094507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7017537771591094507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-surpriseyeay.html' title='Big Surprise..yeay!!'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2476972954794305669</id><published>2008-09-11T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:01:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Approved</title><content type='html'>A week of raya leave officially approved. My team and I are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first enter the company, I was told that our test execution timeline will fall on raya so we need to take turn of our leave. But as time goes by, timeline byk lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all kan keje on the 1st Sept, so we got a replacement leave. The team leader put the replacement leave on 3rd of Oct, so I only applied for 29th and 30th Sept. UK team agreed to give a week break to M'sia team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObcaGZfJxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hSaU2Ml8WjE/s1600-h/ticket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObcaGZfJxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hSaU2Ml8WjE/s200/ticket.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253128356326483730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lega rasa. Dan2 aku terus book ticket balik raya. Actually ticket dah book last week. We heard the news already last week that we will have a week off, so I terus book ticket takut nnt mahal n takde ticket. So, now its announced that we all confirm dapat a week off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syoknya nak raya, dapat cuti seminggu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2476972954794305669?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2476972954794305669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2476972954794305669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2476972954794305669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2476972954794305669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/leave-approved.html' title='Leave Approved'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObcaGZfJxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hSaU2Ml8WjE/s72-c/ticket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-8322195604645303225</id><published>2008-09-08T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:40:57.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupied</title><content type='html'>Im trying my best now to spend my time with him as he will be gone next week. I know after this, we could still meet. But Im sure its not gonna be the same anymore as you always spend the time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to find new shirts and blazer for his new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObUVBRhWDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/L5HVDdxIVPA/s1600-h/DSC07993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObUVBRhWDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/L5HVDdxIVPA/s200/DSC07993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119472958527538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rase cun la tu posing ala model try blazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fully booked by him until 16th, after that only I am free. kekkeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, we will have a bukak posa with me once hes gone. Dont worry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-8322195604645303225?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8322195604645303225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=8322195604645303225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8322195604645303225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8322195604645303225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/occupied.html' title='Occupied'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObUVBRhWDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/L5HVDdxIVPA/s72-c/DSC07993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-9042581130994379589</id><published>2008-09-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:21:44.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transfer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was his first day of working as government servant. Hes very happy about his new work and Im definitely happy for him. On the final day of his induction course last week, he got the result of where he is gona be placed and he got somewhere in putrajaya. Hes happy with the result as he didnt need to pindah mana2 and will be working in kl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texted me yesterday's evening asking of buka puasa together as he said he has something important to tell me. I wanted too but thinking that he is far away in putrajaya and im at maju junction, dont know how to make it for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we talked on the phone. He told me about the important thing. He got a surprised news that he is transferred to penang. He will be starting this 16th. I was so shocked, its only 2 weeks away. I only have 2 weeks with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomen ni pun bengong, dah tahu nak transfer. cakap je lah awal2, mase induction course tu cakap awal2 kene transfer at least we will prepare mentally and physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, can you accept it? Can or not, I have to accept it. I take it as something good in his career, accept it and move on. About us, if there is a path for us no matter how far you are, it will always be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, Im a bit worried actually. We are new, Im worried if its not strong enuf for us to last till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-9042581130994379589?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9042581130994379589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=9042581130994379589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/9042581130994379589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/9042581130994379589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/transfer.html' title='Transfer'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3452089418375852421</id><published>2008-09-02T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:20:02.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mila with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObSYKnO-oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TIJxTO38OAI/s1600-h/01-01-08_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObSYKnO-oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TIJxTO38OAI/s200/01-01-08_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253117327981869698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a message from Mila wishing us ( im sure the message is dedicated to me, ell n peng- thats the meaning of us) Selamat Berpuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the message stated that today is her first day working in Johor after resigned from Maybank about a month ago. We thought she will find a new work in kl, im so surprised that she starts her new work back in her hometown. Jauh Mila membawa diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Mila since I worked in Xybase. Knowing Mila, she is very very strict about work. She cant tolerate with anyone whos not serious about performing at work. We; Mila, me , ell n Peng, were not only a perfect team mate but we built a very strong friendship outside of work until now. Im glad that they are not only my colleague but they are good friend as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work pressure in previous company + a bit of personal problem I guess made Mila balik kg and start a new life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is Mila, we always pray for ur happiness and success. We support whatever decision you made and everything you think good for you. We always hope the friendship we built last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE you Mila!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3452089418375852421?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3452089418375852421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3452089418375852421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3452089418375852421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3452089418375852421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-mila-with-love.html' title='To Mila with love'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SObSYKnO-oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TIJxTO38OAI/s72-c/01-01-08_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2225338116500549510</id><published>2008-09-01T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:33:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Its first day puasa and I have to work today. Hate it so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot when we were told we need to work we need to work on normal office hour, I was so wrong. We need to work at night shift. Gile kejam first day puasa kene keje night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will get a day of replacement leave and claim as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is back to his hometown, last minute decision to balik kg. Having a fight with him last night and working on the first day puasa doesnt help me to focus on my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team and I are thinking where to bukak puasa today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2225338116500549510?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2225338116500549510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2225338116500549510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2225338116500549510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2225338116500549510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-ramadhan.html' title='1st Ramadhan'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7690064824701094193</id><published>2008-08-29T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:29:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa</title><content type='html'>Im thinking to go home actually this weekend to sambut puasa with my family and knowing that monday is public holiday meaning i get extra days to spend at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we(my team at office) were told that we need to work this monday. Heck..its public holiday ok! Actually..she, my team leader told us about last week that we need to work but few days ago she cancelled it because our work almost done within the timeline given but today, she confirmed that we neeeeeeed to work. Bosan..its gonna be our first day puasa ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she told us, few days ago that we dont need to work this coming monday, i looked for flight ticket. Malas nak naik bus, posa2 ni penat. Looking at the price, wallaweh ..mahal gile seyh! So, igtkan klu mmg betul2 nak balik..kene la naik bus. But since we were told that we need to work, terus cancel plan balik kg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is his last day of his induction course. He told me, he also want to balik kg since he dah lama tak balik kg. Nak sambut puasa with his family and at the same time he said "nak mintak restu from his parent before start keje baru this 2nd of Oct ". But hes not confirmed, he'll decide once he finish his course this evening. Im praying that he doesnt go back, so that I have another weekend with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those yang balik kg this weekend, selamat menyambut puasa bersama family terchentaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOEr9aM5dDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5-rv4iUaZ5U/s1600-h/kadraya2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOEr9aM5dDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5-rv4iUaZ5U/s200/kadraya2a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251526974496142386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7690064824701094193?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7690064824701094193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7690064824701094193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7690064824701094193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7690064824701094193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/selamat-berpuasa.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SOEr9aM5dDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5-rv4iUaZ5U/s72-c/kadraya2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3156623825743069165</id><published>2008-08-25T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:18:49.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away</title><content type='html'>He is away the whole week for an induction course but its only around kl. But he has to stay there until it is finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was spent with him, prepared everything needed for that course. When he is away, my days will be dull.. hehe. Im gona miss him, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really big fight last week over a thing that I think he should tell me earlier. And ..if he really told me earlier, I think I could accept it. He never yell at me but he did even its only on the phone. I couldnt imagine, if he yell at me straight to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is important in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met and we talked. He said sorry and he knows that he shouldnt do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I tell you the reason behind all these, I hope your love towards me never change" ..and.. I nodded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3156623825743069165?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3156623825743069165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3156623825743069165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3156623825743069165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3156623825743069165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/away.html' title='Away'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-416461702070747684</id><published>2008-08-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:38:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entries..</title><content type='html'>When i read back all my entries..rasa mcm sungguh schematic the way I write my blog kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring plak bace entry entry ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam mana nak tulis bg best2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp buat pe nak ikut orang kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog..tulis je la mcm mana rase nak tulis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-416461702070747684?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/416461702070747684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=416461702070747684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/416461702070747684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/416461702070747684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/entries.html' title='Entries..'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3214942157996514918</id><published>2008-08-18T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:45:06.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?</title><content type='html'>What is the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;myself, my family, my friends, last but not least..him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;the lrt ticket on the way to office..:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;beautiful flowery garden or along the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;br /&gt;immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;i am ~ ngehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;as usual..maju junction food court - naa, its not a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;hardly buy book nowadays, only magz applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;Both. When it comes to personal, merapu, meraban, gelak2 and cuddle2 - my mom definitely. Life wise - my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to meet brian littrell since dulu2 lagi. I even wish I could marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina or Bill Gate &amp; Why?&lt;br /&gt;Bill gate kot. Dunno y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;Rome, France, Carribean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses&lt;br /&gt;I love both! A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I am passionate about?&lt;br /&gt;1. him..love&lt;br /&gt;2. the game in my lappie&lt;br /&gt;3. money&lt;br /&gt;4. make up&lt;br /&gt;5. music&lt;br /&gt;6. my things&lt;br /&gt;7. being rich&lt;br /&gt;8. knowing myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I say too often&lt;br /&gt;1. U&lt;br /&gt;2. ok&lt;br /&gt;3. really&lt;br /&gt;4. no prob&lt;br /&gt;5. hello - my tone of saying hello ok, ell!&lt;br /&gt;6. ba** - lately suke betul ckp ni, mana aku blaja la.&lt;br /&gt;7. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;8. ya ampun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;1. All cried out - allure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hate that I love you - rihanna n neyo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Where you are - jessica simpson n nick lachey&lt;br /&gt;4. I finally found someone - bryan adams n barbara streisand&lt;br /&gt;5. The pieces dont fit anymore - james morrison&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanna be with you - mandy moore&lt;br /&gt;7. Thank god i found you - mariah carey n 98 degrees&lt;br /&gt;8. Last night - p.diddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People that I want to Tag:&lt;br /&gt;I think all have been tagged. Im the last person to do this tag. Any one, feel free lah to tag yourself as I always like to tag myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3214942157996514918?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3214942157996514918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3214942157996514918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3214942157996514918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3214942157996514918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged?'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5845966178434952951</id><published>2008-08-13T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:36:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The interview</title><content type='html'>Fuhh..Lega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well..I guess. At least, I am satisfied with the interview and I am relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its devided into 3 section which are section 1- essay writing, section 2 - group interview and section 3 - individual interview. The section 1 was ok; 2 questions are given, choose 1 and elaborate. For section 2, a question is given and we need to discuss in a group. Its 5 of us and we got a topic of 'pengangguran di kalangan siswazah'. At first I tought all interviews will be done in english, I was surprised that this group interview is done in malay. Our luck, the discussion was ok. Hentam saja cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part, section 3 which is individual interview. I was nervous while waiting because I thought at that time, I wasnt really prepared. Having a day off yesterday didnt help much as I was really tergolek dog at home. I was hoping that no fact question of all the falsafah pendidikan negara and all the issues related. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 interviewers, an old man and old woman. They started by asking me the meaning of my name. Then, they asked about my work and I elaborated. The crucial question was why did I apply for KPLI and whether is this my first time applying for KPLI. My answer is yes and I said, I really wanted to be a teacher since I was small and my interest towards english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : why only apply now? If you really wanted to be a teacher, u should apply long time ago since after your spm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah gabra time ni..relax..relax. Tu lah kencing lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : After spm, I got matrix. I applied for TESL, I applied for all courses related to teaching and education but I didnt get. The same thing happened after my matrix, I applied again for all those courses but I didnt get any chance to jump into this field. Now only I got the chance to apply for KPLI and I am thankful I am called for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasnt satisfied, he keeps arguing with me until I fade up and my last word about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I guess God listen to my prayers, after a long time longing for teaching job, He gave me this chance and here i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally senyap terus. ehehhe..lega aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : What is you favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Mariah Carey.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Too standard for school children. Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Can..no problem.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Do you know a song 'I have a dream' from westlife?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Yes ..I know that song.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Can you sing that song for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : I know the song but I hardly remember the lyric.&lt;br /&gt;Him : I give you the lyric and you sing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Ok..no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really gave me the lyric, few lines only lah..not the whole song. Gila nak menyanyi the whole song, kalah westlife nanti. And I sang ok, and the other interviewer laughed at me. Bengong! Interview punya pasal..bersemangat aku nyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked another few questions. He was the one who 'poyo'ly asked a lot of questions while the other just keep quiet and sometimes smile and laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went well. No fact questions of issues related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated my parent about the interview as they fetched me after the interview. Updated him too. They also laughed at me especially on the singing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my mak tok this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak tok : Im naik apa balik esok? (my family call me Im at home)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Kapal terbang, mak tok.&lt;br /&gt;Mak tok : Pukul berapa kapal terbang esok?&lt;br /&gt;Me : 8.30 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;Mak tok : Ha..tak pa. Esok pagi mak tok suruh bibik sorong mak tok duk kat luaq, mak tok babai Im. (My mak tok is paralysed due to her stroke last year, she cant walk anymore and dependent on the wheelchair and help of bibik to move around)&lt;br /&gt;Me : La..nak buat apa. Mak tok nampak je flight tu, bukan nampak Im pun kat dalam tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like erkkk? biar betul mak tok aku ni. My mom said, my mak tok is started mcm nyanyok2 skit and she is excited semacam whenever she sees all her cucus balik kg and visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to kl tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5845966178434952951?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5845966178434952951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5845966178434952951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5845966178434952951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5845966178434952951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/interview.html' title='The interview'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-8945747222560418979</id><published>2008-08-11T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:37:28.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title..</title><content type='html'>Im going home tonight for KPLI interview the day after tomorrow. Will be back on thursday morning with flight and straight away go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take 2 days EL since I am new here so I cant apply leave, Im still under probation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent prepared anything. Called Ray asking for some interview tips, she asked me to read this and that. I have no time to do that. Luckily, i'll have a day leave before the interview. So, I guess thats the best time for me to prepare everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im scared, never attend any teaching interview but I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-8945747222560418979?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8945747222560418979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=8945747222560418979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8945747222560418979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8945747222560418979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-home-tonight-for-kpli.html' title='No title..'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2719323376942173375</id><published>2008-08-08T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:22:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Nabilah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Its Nabilah's birthday, the youngest sister of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SLu0DqvdLRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nfuAc0VRkEY/s1600-h/Bdk+gemuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SLu0DqvdLRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nfuAc0VRkEY/s200/Bdk+gemuk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240980566481644818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th's birthday Nabilah.. may this year bring success and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes going to sit for her pmr this year, so I wish her good luck..blaja rajin2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call her si budak gemuk, anak gajah and siti aminah kembung (even tho siti aminah is not her name, my uncle gave the name to her)..muahaha because she gets fatter day by day. If I hug her, aku lemas sbb besar sgt..kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Kakak beli apa hadiah birthday adik?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nothing, kakak nak balik gomoi gomoi adik ja.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hahhh..kakak ni. Tahun ni adik nak hadiah yang mahai2 skit. Kakak beli jam gucci eh kat adik?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Jam gucci? Kakak ni jam guess pun tak pakai..nak bagi jam gucci kat adik? Kakak beli jam gucci petaling street boleh la. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Her: Adik nak yg original.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Amboi, lu ingat wa cop duit ka hari2?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2719323376942173375?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2719323376942173375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2719323376942173375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2719323376942173375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2719323376942173375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-nabilahs-birthday.html' title='Its Nabilah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SLu0DqvdLRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nfuAc0VRkEY/s72-c/Bdk+gemuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7204710024905393788</id><published>2008-08-01T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:34:08.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurf &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>He called me around 5 am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised with his call as he never call me at this time but I picked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : U, I mimpi u tadi. Kita kat airport, I jalan2 dgn u pastu naik escalator..tiba2 u hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ape u mimpi ni..I ingat amende la call I pagi2 buta ni&lt;br /&gt;He : U hilang, I terkejut u hilang..I cari2 u tak jumpa dah..I terus call u&lt;br /&gt;Me : I kene telan kot dgn escalator tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : I rindu gelak u yg mcm smurf tu!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Erkk? Tak penah ade org ckp I gelak mcm smurf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia cakap aku gelak mcm smurf???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang ckp aku gelak mcm pontianak..ade la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant really remember how smurf looks like and I google..I lg comey ok! kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJgBlQbMkoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NERB97iCCtg/s1600-h/smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJgBlQbMkoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NERB97iCCtg/s200/smurf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230932706766656130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7204710024905393788?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7204710024905393788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7204710024905393788&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7204710024905393788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7204710024905393788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/smurf-me.html' title='Smurf &amp; Me'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJgBlQbMkoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NERB97iCCtg/s72-c/smurf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3750183847830790794</id><published>2008-07-29T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:42:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel free to tag yourself</title><content type='html'>Once again, no one tags me but I tagged my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curik from Peng's blog! So, here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)THREE NAMES IN YOUR INBOX CELLPHONE? &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lom, Ell, Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)YOUR MAIN RINGTONE? &lt;br /&gt;My phone is so kokak now, it cant ring anymore! no ring tone, it only vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)WHAT U DID AT 12 LAST NIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;Was choosing an interesting dvd to watch, I ended up on my bed. the story was boring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON U WENT OUT WITH? WHERE? &lt;br /&gt;My big family, we attended a cousin's wedding at dewan perdana felda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)THE COLOR OF THE T'SHIRT YOU'RE WEARING NOW AND WHAT DOES IT SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Not t-shirt. Its pinky peachy baju kurung, first time I wear baju kurung ever since I work here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)THE LAST THING U DID? &lt;br /&gt;I went to maxis center just now to pay my bill, my phone is barred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) 3 OF YOUR EVERYDAY FAVORITE ITEMS?&lt;br /&gt;My lappie, my phone and my cozy home..items ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDROOM? &lt;br /&gt;The wall is creamy white, my bedroom set is black and the curtain is maroon..overall= u figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)HOW MUCH MONEY IN YOUR WALLET NOW? &lt;br /&gt;I guess 50 ringgit kot, duit dah habis byr bill tadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)HOW'S LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;so far so good, just something bout him weighing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)YOUR FAVORITE CITY? &lt;br /&gt;I like KL because I live here..but prefer more a romantic city..paris or rome may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)WHAT WILL U DO NEXT WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any idea..dating may be..I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME U SAW UR MOM? &lt;br /&gt;Last weekend. Not only mom, the whole family actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)WHERE IS SHE NOW? &lt;br /&gt;She is back to aloq setaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU TALKED TO YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday I talk to them either my mom or my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)WHO IS THE LAST PERSON THAT TEXTED U?&lt;br /&gt;Ell the Dr love's advisor/ counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)WHERE DID U HAVE UR DINNER LAST NIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;Maju junction, alone as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)THE LAST SURPRISE YOU GOT? &lt;br /&gt;Someone said he loves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)LAST THING U BORROWED FROM UR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Tudung shima..muahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)WHO IS UR BF/GF OR HUSBAND/WIFE? &lt;br /&gt;I want him to be my bf but so many things I think about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)WHAT DO YOU FEEL NOW? &lt;br /&gt;Missing him and boring at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)WANNA SHARE WITH WHO? &lt;br /&gt;Anybody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)WHO KNOWS UR SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Many I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)DO THEY KEEP UR SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)ARE U ANGRY WITH SOMEONE? &lt;br /&gt;No, not angry with anyone. Wondering at someone..tu je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)WHAT DO YOU ORDER AT MCD? &lt;br /&gt;Double cheeseburger set, fillet o fish set and chocolate sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)THE LAST TIME YOU FELT SO SAD? &lt;br /&gt;Last few days, him and family matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)WHAT IS UR WISH FOR TOMORROW? &lt;br /&gt;Sort things out between me and him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3750183847830790794?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3750183847830790794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3750183847830790794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3750183847830790794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3750183847830790794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/feel-free-to-to-tag-yourself.html' title='Feel free to tag yourself'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5390009929793439844</id><published>2008-07-28T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:26:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family's Wedding</title><content type='html'>I was away from work for two days last week. Spent the time with him as he will be away for two weeks and besides that my mom will be here on weekend for a cousin's wedding, so that explained everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back at work today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the fourth cucu who got married on my mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAkiv9v8vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dAq-T3TACFo/s1600-h/2696670634_5973438e2b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAkiv9v8vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dAq-T3TACFo/s200/2696670634_5973438e2b_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228719346786759410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congrates JJ &amp; Mar! JJ is the eldest of Paklong n Maklong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAkX-icJmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ChlSNhTo_Cg/s1600-h/2696671940_6bc14fe57f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAkX-icJmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ChlSNhTo_Cg/s200/2696671940_6bc14fe57f_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228719161720186466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3366"&gt;The pic is from the reception held on bride's side at Concorde, Shah Alam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not so close to JJ since the family crisis happened, I just accompanied my mom since my father cannot make it. The whole family turun KL including my maktok. &lt;br /&gt;My mom and the rest stay at Maluri Hotel because its near to my Paklong's house. I joined them on saturday evening. I had a good time gathering with all of them after long time I havent seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was held at Dewan Perdana Felda on sunday evening. All of us wore gold as the theme is white and gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pelamin was beautiful, it was all white..very pure and sacred. Terus rasa nak kawin, tapi mane ade dewan perdana felda kat aloq setaq. But I dont have the pic for now, the camera is with my mom. Will update the pic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was coincidently happened that the day was also my Paklong n Maklong's 30th anniversary, so the children made a surprise by doing a slideshow of their life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet, I even cried at that time especially when they asked Johan, who is down sindrome son of paklong n maklong to bring flowers and cakes. I was damn touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampaikan my mom cakap, " Kenape beriya menangis? ". Not because of the wedding sgt, I miss him actually..hhahahha..tak de kena mengena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is sgt sedap..me and the family melantak 2 kali. My mom and the rest straight away went back to aloq setaq after the reception, so did I.&lt;br /&gt;They reached aloq setaq about 6 am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All safe! Back to work, happy monday blues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5390009929793439844?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5390009929793439844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5390009929793439844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5390009929793439844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5390009929793439844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/familys-wedding.html' title='Family&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAkiv9v8vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dAq-T3TACFo/s72-c/2696670634_5973438e2b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5192130833660329509</id><published>2008-07-23T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:29:27.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk &amp; me</title><content type='html'>Im allergic to milk actually. I cant stand with the smell. I throw out everytime I smell or drink milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small, my mom used to force me to drink the milk every morning before going to school. What I did was, I tutup hidung and drink it. But it doesnt work because after that I will surely vomit. Since then, I stopped drinking milk. And my mom replaced it with milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I started to feel back pain. Everytime I pray especially when I sujud, my leg will make a cracky sound macam orang tua lama. I complaint to my mother. She said, "Tu la, mak suruh minum susu tak mau dengaq mak cakap. Susu tu banyak kalsium bagus untuk tulang..bla..bla!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu kakak pun tahu mak! Its just that I cant really drink it even I force myself to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for other alternatives. I tried many products of milk. And i found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAXnz8wRXI/AAAAAAAAADs/jJHX64aPl-0/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAXnz8wRXI/AAAAAAAAADs/jJHX64aPl-0/s200/milk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228705140104512882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the only milk I can drink, dutch lady strawberry. I cant even drink the chocolate flavour, nak muntah jugak! I can only drink strawberry, strawberry only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks, I have been drinking that milk. And the result = Miss j menjadi semakin gemuk especially at my butt! I cant really fit into my jeans, rase mcm membuak2. Takutttt! Tak nak gemuk, nak montok mcm peng je! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shima said its because I drink too much of it. I should reduce it or take it rarely. So now, I have reduced the amount that I take. I dont want to change my jeans size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of this milk is not bad. It changed my perception towards milk and I loooiikkeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5192130833660329509?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5192130833660329509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5192130833660329509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5192130833660329509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5192130833660329509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/milk-me.html' title='Milk &amp; me'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SJAXnz8wRXI/AAAAAAAAADs/jJHX64aPl-0/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5293763857018773714</id><published>2008-07-22T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:33:59.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SI7VQ_L4g7I/AAAAAAAAADk/Zzf0eZ1Qh3I/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SI7VQ_L4g7I/AAAAAAAAADk/Zzf0eZ1Qh3I/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228350705239622578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have few entries in my list, I just dont have time to put it in the blog. Peng, ni dah update dah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda new for me to work with this odd shift. Come at 2 pm and go back at 10 pm seriously change how I live my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited at first thinking I will get allowance for working at night shift, but somehow now I feel weird. I feel sleepy all the time. Seriously sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, previous company keje lagi teruk. Masuk 9 am balik 10 mlm, tak rase weird pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my schedule is changed, my meals time also changed. And Im kinda lose my appetite a bit lately affect of the changes. Have stopped drinking that milk too and my weight reduced too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to gain my appetite back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5293763857018773714?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5293763857018773714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5293763857018773714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5293763857018773714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5293763857018773714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/odd-hours.html' title='Odd Hours'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SI7VQ_L4g7I/AAAAAAAAADk/Zzf0eZ1Qh3I/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-1848997147102100019</id><published>2008-07-21T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:26:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal n Us</title><content type='html'>I couldnt join the futsal game arranged by Mila and her Maybank team last week, so I asked Peng and Ell to organise another futsal game for us and the geng, all the xybasian geng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we played futsal last Friday and I didnt miss it this time. Its my first time playing futsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I enjoyed it. They heard me scream more than playing the game. Wakkakak..mak tak tahu main, harap maaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we lepak as usual and I asked my Mr. Tarzan to join us. Nothing much, borak2 and makan2 then balik umah tido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Peng successfully organized the futsal, may be after this we can play say like once oe twice a month..huhu cayook Peng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SI7Te96ohyI/AAAAAAAAADc/U8YhLDJ35pQ/s1600-h/Futsal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SI7Te96ohyI/AAAAAAAAADc/U8YhLDJ35pQ/s200/Futsal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228348746393749282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3366"&gt;Ell, the pic is in everyone's blog! Ngeh ngeh ngeh. The Futsal Geng!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-1848997147102100019?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1848997147102100019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=1848997147102100019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/1848997147102100019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/1848997147102100019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/futsal-n-us.html' title='Futsal n Us'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SI7Te96ohyI/AAAAAAAAADc/U8YhLDJ35pQ/s72-c/Futsal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-9046142672536646760</id><published>2008-07-17T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:09:19.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarzan and Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SICH21YJsvI/AAAAAAAAADU/fKoH6kg4AqU/s1600-h/jane_tarzan_tarzan_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SICH21YJsvI/AAAAAAAAADU/fKoH6kg4AqU/s200/jane_tarzan_tarzan_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224324943860839154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me Jane, so I call him tarzan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like when he stares at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look deep into my eyes.. and smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I notice..I smile ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a gud start..but not hoping much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go with the flow and may God knows whats the best for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-9046142672536646760?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9046142672536646760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=9046142672536646760&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/9046142672536646760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/9046142672536646760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/tarzan-and-jane.html' title='Tarzan and Jane'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SICH21YJsvI/AAAAAAAAADU/fKoH6kg4AqU/s72-c/jane_tarzan_tarzan_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-9130766617592296596</id><published>2008-07-14T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:14:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I usually will not have much planned for the weekend except if there is a plan made before. When there is no plan, i prefer just to stay at home. Weekend is normally for me to do the house chores including the laundry and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And I just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes its quite boring just to stay at home all day long. Midvalley is the favourite place to hang around, its near summore. Its always crowded when it comes to weekend there, but the more is the merrier even though its damn difficult to get the parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look for lappie bag so we go to Midvalley on Saturday. I told Fida, since the Garden is opened, I have never really been there to look around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking at Robinson, we met Eija the actress starring in Sepi. She was wearing sunglass, even though its in the shopping complex. May be she didnt want people to recognise her. I know shes an actress but hello its in the shopping complex, but you dont need to wear that sunglass. Youre not that famous! People never even give a damn to say hi or even smile at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a shirt. A simple flowery shirt, shima said the colour is dull but I donno why I am so attracted to this shirt. I never have this kind of clothe, so I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SH7omyWGinI/AAAAAAAAADM/IWjZeLcAdlk/s1600-h/Image044_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SH7omyWGinI/AAAAAAAAADM/IWjZeLcAdlk/s200/Image044_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223868370843503218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF3366"&gt;The shirt that I bought&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at tony roma's since Ive been telling them the food is quite nice and they never eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encik Lome, a friend of Peng's was introduced to us a week before while we lepak together. He called me and asked for a mid night movie on saturday night. And I said yes. I tot its only both of us but after that his friend, Sam joined us. So it wasnt really a date. Syiok sendiri mula mula I perasan it was a date. Wakkaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid night movie and lepak made me went home at 7 am the morning tomorrow. So i slept the whole Sunday and back to work today. Hope my working days goes well this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy working, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-9130766617592296596?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9130766617592296596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=9130766617592296596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/9130766617592296596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/9130766617592296596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/SH7omyWGinI/AAAAAAAAADM/IWjZeLcAdlk/s72-c/Image044_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7965052681306065601</id><published>2008-07-11T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:36:51.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New environment</title><content type='html'>First day was hectic, really really hectic! I even felt going back to the previous company. Oh oh a big no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late on the first day, 10 minutes late. They were quite a few of us who joined on the same day, so it was like a batch of new comer including me. Upon reaching they were filling up few forms, so I joined them. I took the chance to break the ice. Peng, you know I was the one who started to break the ice as Peng always mention that Im kind of snob at the beginning when she started getting to know me. Ah Im proud! So, we knew each other well enough before the introduction session with the new company started. We were told that after the introduction session, we will be having the training session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to that training since I dont know anything about SAP, seriously know nothing! But after getting my laptop, my team leader already claimed me and asked me to join a meeting with my team. Im surprised!I was really blur in the meeting. I just introduced myself and they went straight over to discuss about their work without me knowing anything. In the evening, I was told to join a conference meeting with UK consultant. Im surprised again! It was my first day ok! Give me a space to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with a feeling that Im scared I cant carry the job. Well after few days, it was better. Its been a week and today marks my 5th day here. Im getting more comfortable. Hope it will be better. I am attached to a project in UK, meaning we have to follow their time of work. Starting yesterday, I started at 2 pm and end at 10 pm. I have to work with this odd shift until my project finish and it will be around October. I am ok with this odd shift, since I am used to working late environment. Its just that Im worried about the transportation. I really have to sort it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila and the gang asked for a futsal game. Sorry guys, since my schedule now is very against the normal schedule like you guys, I cant really join you. Except if its arranged on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing for weekend since the emotion is not really stable, effect of the new environment. Nice weekend y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7965052681306065601?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7965052681306065601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7965052681306065601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7965052681306065601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7965052681306065601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-friday-i-looooiiikkkeee.html' title='New environment'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-4999023289290623018</id><published>2008-07-07T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:51:21.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>I didnt want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took many days thinking bout it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout the decision that i had to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didnt want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the decision will lead to a better me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-4999023289290623018?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4999023289290623018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=4999023289290623018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/4999023289290623018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/4999023289290623018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2082388548475333826</id><published>2008-06-27T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:48:38.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Sickness</title><content type='html'>I promised Mila to go for a shoe shopping at Midvalley after work on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours before I realized, the women best friend came. As I was getting ready to go back, I feel a little of stomach cramp but I ignored as I was sure, it would go away soon or at least for few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took my train and headed to Kl sentral. I could feel more of the stomach cramp but still I thoughtI managed to handle the pain. When I reached Bangsar station I stood up n stood near the door as it would be easier for me to go out once I reach Kl sentral station meaning another station. By the time I stood there I felt dizzy, pening2 lalat, sweat like hell and I felt like I want to collapse. I almost collapse but I managed to grab the "tiang" in lrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the train stopped at kl sentral station, I came out and sit there for a while. Im supposed to exchange train, catch comuter to Midvalley. So, I go. Hell, comuter station is very crowded. Wrong timing, peak hour. Looking at the schedule, the train would only arrive another 20 minutes. The pain is more now and my pening getting worse. At this time, I felt like I want to vomit. I came out from the comuter station, I went to the toilet. I vomit, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mila. I told Mila, my period pain became very bad suddenly. I wanted to go back. Sorry Mila, we go next time ya. I couldnt handle it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took ERL straight away home. I took my pill and I doze off. I was awake by 2 am, as someone screamed 'GOALLLLLL!'. Shima was watching football and its her scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokeup with dizziness and i decided to take a day off. The pain was almost gone but I just wanna rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how does it feel when everybody goes to work but me at home, enjoyed my ice cream while watching my favourite grey's anatomy the whole day long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilllee..:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2082388548475333826?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2082388548475333826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2082388548475333826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2082388548475333826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2082388548475333826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/evening-sickness.html' title='Evening Sickness'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3062943650794248351</id><published>2008-06-23T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:37:20.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Silence</title><content type='html'>Its a veeerrryyy long time since I last updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only internet connection I have is whenever Im at the office. Since work is hell hectic and I could say it drives me crazy, I dont have mood to blog at all. No time even to think what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is I am moving. Moving to a new workplace. Not that Im not happy working here. I love the working environment, the rapport built between us, developers and managers and the skills and experiences gained here. Its just there is something inside me that I really want but I cant get here, so I decided to move. A better place better environment hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted an offer with SAP company. A position that I couldnt believe I can get and a better and reasonable pay as I dont have any SAP background but not as high as I expected. Im gonna start the new work next month. I like the location of the new workplace, its really in the middle of the city. So I need to take only one train within 15-20 minutes to reach there compared to 1 hour travelling every morning to the office now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like! Thank god for all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai, ell, peng and wani..I think I should update more since there are quite a lot of demands in the market!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3062943650794248351?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3062943650794248351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3062943650794248351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3062943650794248351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3062943650794248351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-silence.html' title='Long Silence'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3247179093364870121</id><published>2007-11-15T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:22:45.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one tags me</title><content type='html'>Yes, Im not tagged by anyone but still I wanna do it. So, I tagged myself..yeeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 benda dalam beg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My purse&lt;br /&gt;2. My Handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. My House key&lt;br /&gt;4. My Lip Gloss&lt;br /&gt;5. My Compact powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..its all mine..not other’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 benda dalam dompet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My cash&lt;br /&gt;2. My bank cards – I only have few…not from all banks&lt;br /&gt;3. My ic&lt;br /&gt;4. My credit cards - tak banyak pun&lt;br /&gt;5. My appointment card with my dentist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mine again..penat lah nk tulis My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 benda favourite dalam bilik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My BED lah..I LOVE my bed (not really bed, its mattress..somehow I still call it bed)&lt;br /&gt;2. My cupboard&lt;br /&gt;3. My jeans collection hung behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;4. My make up collection on the dressing table&lt;br /&gt;5. My bantal peluk yg sgt wangi itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yes I still write My..because its all mine..kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 perkara yang ingin lakukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanna get married but I yet have the candidate&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna buy a car&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanna shop with the unlimited cash..wish prada, Gucci, chanel will be mine someday somehow&lt;br /&gt;4. I wanna take swimming class&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna travel all over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 perkara yang sedang dilakukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im typing these.. how can you do 5 things at once&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to my mp3 &lt;br /&gt;3. Charging my phone&lt;br /&gt;4. Talking to my colleague, Linda&lt;br /&gt;5. Praying that I will get a new boyfriend soon…..hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I want to tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Linda&lt;br /&gt;2. Gedix elina&lt;br /&gt;3. You&lt;br /&gt;4. You&lt;br /&gt;5. And you whos reading my blog..sape je yg bace my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3247179093364870121?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3247179093364870121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3247179093364870121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3247179093364870121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3247179093364870121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-one-tags-me.html' title='No one tags me'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-8267128918870415557</id><published>2007-11-12T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:17:24.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My First Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5Wm4QYMWBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-dVMLnJfUTw/s1600-h/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5Wm4QYMWBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-dVMLnJfUTw/s200/brian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158212433622095890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with my first crush when I was a die hard fan of Backstreet Boysabout 11 years ago. Oh my god! Damn, it’s been that long man? He is the lead singer of the boy band at that time (sometimes nick or a.j take the role). His powerful, romantic and sweet voice made me melt even until now. I would buy any cassette, cd or concert cd and listen and watch to them over and again. I would hunt for any magazines that feature any picture or article about them as well. When there are posters of them, I never missed it especially when there is a big poster of Brian. Jantung gua bisa gegar melihatkan kepetakan muka Brian itu!! All said hes not handsome..i know but I still like him anyway..mcm cool je bila tgk muke die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Second Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5Wq5AYMWCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bM0FLdXB-7k/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5Wq5AYMWCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bM0FLdXB-7k/s200/justin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158216844553508898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have my first and second crush at the same time. No way I will like N’sync at that time as my heart goes fully to Backstreet Boys. Sorry, Mak! I always fight with my mom at that time comparing which is better whether BSB or N’sync. My mom really likes N’sync you know..mcm budak2..lebih pulak drpd aku. No matter what, I still like BSB. I fell for him after he left N’sync. His cute face, his talent in music makes all girls after him including me. I love the way he dances too..sexy man! Auww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Third Crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5WuzAYMWDI/AAAAAAAAADE/9D1AzS6BBtM/s1600-h/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5WuzAYMWDI/AAAAAAAAADE/9D1AzS6BBtM/s200/patrick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158221139520804914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my third crush, he is such a sweet character in Grey’s Anatomy. Despite his love for Meredith, he tried to make his marriage work with his unfaithful wife, which then ended up with a divorce. He is just the noble man. He has always been there for Meredith, such strong bond, as a lover/ex-lover/friend. Besides, with his messy hair, especially after a surgery, makes him so yummy. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;His character in Enchanted made me fall for him for the thousand times..sweet bangat! I loooikkee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fourth, fifth… too many to list down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real men in my life, as for looks none of them came close to the above not even the character I guess. Can I list them now? Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-8267128918870415557?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8267128918870415557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=8267128918870415557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8267128918870415557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8267128918870415557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-crush.html' title='My Crush'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5Wm4QYMWBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-dVMLnJfUTw/s72-c/brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-3588281779539526301</id><published>2007-11-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:58:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a long time since my last update. Im busy with works as usual. We have moved from our own HQ to client's office (Kastam Kelana Jaya). The PM expect us, the portal team to start development once we moved here. So, we have started coding our program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend with my gedix gals; mila, ell and linda. We went to PD. Food i cooked was great..hehee. The apartment we rent, was quite ok but it was full. The pool dah macam fun fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun in the sea, i almost drowned. I should take swimming class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5H_SAYMV_I/AAAAAAAAACk/BlVwWZXvAIg/s1600-h/PICT2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5H_SAYMV_I/AAAAAAAAACk/BlVwWZXvAIg/s200/PICT2374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157183733120129010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter where we go, the people that company us that count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5IAJQYMWAI/AAAAAAAAACs/lJnw7bluH2o/s1600-h/PICT2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5IAJQYMWAI/AAAAAAAAACs/lJnw7bluH2o/s200/PICT2363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157184682307901442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all my gedix gals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-3588281779539526301?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3588281779539526301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=3588281779539526301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3588281779539526301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/3588281779539526301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/R5H_SAYMV_I/AAAAAAAAACk/BlVwWZXvAIg/s72-c/PICT2374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-2293763370849561653</id><published>2007-10-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:59:46.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounds</title><content type='html'>"What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-2293763370849561653?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2293763370849561653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=2293763370849561653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2293763370849561653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/2293763370849561653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/wounds.html' title='Wounds'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-685138979883204600</id><published>2007-10-10T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:33:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Syawal kunjung tiba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i dont feel the excitement of celebrating raya this year. May be its because i spend too much time in the ofiice everyday, not realising im on the holy month of ramadhan. I just enjoy the bukak puasa with all coleagues, nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for raya? I managed to get only a pair of baju kurung, the most fit baju kurung i ever found. I didnt take long time to think whether to buy or not since i really did a last minute shopping for raya. At first, my mom and I konon nak set the theme color for this raya. Eventually, my mom said that ..tak payah la set theme2 ni..beli je la color ape nak. I have planned to wear red this raya since i never had red baju raya. So, my red baju raya is ready. To make it complete, i bought a pair of high heel. Thats all i bought for this raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought the flight ticket, mahal gile seyhh! going back with mas but coming back with air asia. going back tomorrow, only a day before raya..tak dpt cuti byk..so tak smpi seminggu pun cuti raya since im in the critical project. Tapi at least, i managed to get few days leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, Selamat hari raya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-685138979883204600?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/685138979883204600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=685138979883204600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/685138979883204600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/685138979883204600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-8600465619628095262</id><published>2007-09-28T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:02:46.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh..What a week!</title><content type='html'>oh what a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spreading myself thin trying to juggle many thing,s wearing many hats that sees me end up on my bed the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa macam tak puasa. We have been working like crazy. Sahur kat ofis..bukak puasa kt ofis just for the sake of this bullshit project. Since puasa started, i never have chance to do the terawih prayers like i always did in the previous years. Sad, but I have no other choice. If I got the chance to go home early, I will be damn tired. Itu pun seminggu sekali je kot boleh balik awal. My sacrifice, hope its worth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to beli baju raya on the first week of puasa. Tak beli jugak lg..asyik stayback je kt ofis..ape pun tak sempat nk buat. Help me..i dun have anything to wear this raya..i have another 2 weeks till raya. Flight ticket to go home pun tak book lg..tension!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-8600465619628095262?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8600465619628095262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=8600465619628095262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8600465619628095262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8600465619628095262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohwhat-week.html' title='oh..What a week!'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-1650079235758677761</id><published>2007-09-13T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:13:35.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa</title><content type='html'>Just wana take this chance to wish all muslims,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada kata seindah zikir..&lt;br /&gt;Tiada kitab seindah Al-Quran..&lt;br /&gt;Tiada hari seindah Jumaat..&lt;br /&gt;Tiada ibadat seindah puasa..&lt;br /&gt;Tiada bulan seindah Ramadhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berpuasa!&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita dirahmati Allah SWT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-1650079235758677761?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1650079235758677761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=1650079235758677761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/1650079235758677761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/1650079235758677761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/selamat-berpuasa.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-5094523556746492299</id><published>2007-09-11T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:01:29.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa oh puasa</title><content type='html'>When i booked the flight ticket early this year i didnt realise that the date is nearly to puasa. When i told my father im going to kuching with my frens on these dates, my father said its a week before puasa. Lucky we didnt book on the weekends of puase. If not i'll be kelepek while jalan2 in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before leaving for kuching i have ganti all my last year's puasa, so nothing to worry anymore. Nasib baik sempat. Itu lah kalau suke ganti puasa last minute! Every year aim to ganti puasa awal, but in the end still kelam kabut ganti puasa a week or two before puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of to balik kampung to puasa with my family this weekend tapi sangat malas nk naik bus n its late oredi to book the flight ticket, the price must be up in the sky. Mom said, balik raya je lah..i lagi ok maakkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-5094523556746492299?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5094523556746492299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=5094523556746492299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5094523556746492299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/5094523556746492299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/puasa-oh-puasa.html' title='Puasa oh puasa'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7706110669197979811</id><published>2007-09-10T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:13:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, I'm home !</title><content type='html'>Im back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great holiday! Great company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed cat city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day (6th Sept 2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmBgpbGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2gdFxepNTeU/s1600-h/DSC04117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmBgpbGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2gdFxepNTeU/s200/DSC04117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113983165654461538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmhgpbHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4GwzwV4bB7U/s1600-h/P9062072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmhgpbHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4GwzwV4bB7U/s200/P9062072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113983174244396146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmxgpbII/AAAAAAAAAAk/MVSGG8Vn_64/s1600-h/P9062106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmxgpbII/AAAAAAAAAAk/MVSGG8Vn_64/s200/P9062106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113983178539363458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEnBgpbJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BfzfZNA82RI/s1600-h/P9062095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEnBgpbJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BfzfZNA82RI/s200/P9062095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113983182834330770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati tambah lg bila dpt another sms from airasia, our flight is delayed to 3.20 pm. When we reached Kuching, we straight away take a cab to Damai. Check in dah pukul 7..sedih sampai lambat. Memang tak sempat nak berkuak lentang. Took some pics at the beach, mandi manda (not at the beach ok..kat dlm tub je!) Find a restaurant nearby, there we melantak seafood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Day (7th Sept 2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLuRgpbKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O_arKTWQhKs/s1600-h/DSC04229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLuRgpbKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O_arKTWQhKs/s200/DSC04229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991003969776802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLuxgpbLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CLMyA_9OgOI/s1600-h/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLuxgpbLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CLMyA_9OgOI/s200/DSC04230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991012559711410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLvhgpbNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wb6SZlRU7mc/s1600-h/P9072183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLvhgpbNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Wb6SZlRU7mc/s200/P9072183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991025444613330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLwBgpbOI/AAAAAAAAABU/F8IVLRieQdg/s1600-h/P9072192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviLwBgpbOI/AAAAAAAAABU/F8IVLRieQdg/s200/P9072192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113991034034547938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning to see the sunrise and at the same time kuak lentang, me n syud dah siap pakai our swimming suit, suddenly hujan pulak. I was thinking apesal macam bad luck je ni, semlm flight delay pastu hari ni bila nk kuak lentang hujan pulak. Instead of mandi laut, i mandi hujan! wakkaka..tak penah dibuat orang pegi holiday mandi hujan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took our breakfast, we were off to Sarawak Cultural Village. Mahal seyh nak masuk sini. The fee for adult is RM60. But for those who stay at Holiday Inn, we can buy the ticket with the price of RM50. We got the chance to see the performance in the Cultural Village, it was fun. I even joined them to dance together with the audience at the end of the show. Penat round Cultural Village tu. We check out and head to Kuching town. Check in at Hilton, then we all jalan2 kat waterfront, naik sampan yg tiga kupang tu. We even tried mee kolok that kak intan suggested me to eat. Tak sedap pun kak intan. At nite, we lepak at the water front and gosipping lagi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 (8th Sept 2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviQDxgpbPI/AAAAAAAAABc/a7IkZsirykk/s1600-h/P9082380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviQDxgpbPI/AAAAAAAAABc/a7IkZsirykk/s200/P9082380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113995771383475442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviQFRgpbRI/AAAAAAAAABs/2r-3lfYN58U/s1600-h/P9082389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviQFRgpbRI/AAAAAAAAABs/2r-3lfYN58U/s200/P9082389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113995797153279250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviQFxgpbSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R_yOjCNo77I/s1600-h/P9082427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviQFxgpbSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R_yOjCNo77I/s200/P9082427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113995805743213858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviU6xgpbTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B73m-BsRfxU/s1600-h/P9082421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviU6xgpbTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B73m-BsRfxU/s200/P9082421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114001114322791730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we took a cab to Semenggoh Wildlife Rehabilation Center to see the orang utan. If you want to see a bunch of them, you shoud go by the time they eat. They will gather at tempat makan2 there and visitors can see them, watch them and take their pics. But you cant go near them or touch them as they are very wild. We went there a bit late, by that time they already left except for two orang utan. Minah and ape tah nama die. Sempat la ambik gamba minah yang sama cute dgn Fida. Kekekke. We want to go the museum so we asked the cab to take us there. Unluckily, all museums were close that day. Nak pegi pasar satok, at that time tak bukak lg. So, we decided to go back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cover the day we didnt get to kuak lentang, after came back around 1 pm, we went swimming at the pool. Mat Salleh pun tak sunbath tengah hari buta gini. Geram tak dapat mandi laut punye pasal. After that sume terbongkang. We took dinner at very nice restaurat near waterfront then we head to Satok. By the time we reached there around 9, its almost close. We didnt have the chance to buy a lot of things. People there told us the market is close at 12 but it close at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4 (9th Sept 2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align ="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviU7RgpbUI/AAAAAAAAACE/HXkFy-zZoHo/s1600-h/P9092494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviU7RgpbUI/AAAAAAAAACE/HXkFy-zZoHo/s200/P9092494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114001122912726338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviU8BgpbWI/AAAAAAAAACU/3Gkzgtnfs3w/s1600-h/P9092498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviU8BgpbWI/AAAAAAAAACU/3Gkzgtnfs3w/s200/P9092498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114001135797628258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our breakfast, nasi lemak die sgt sedap! Then we head to museum, all museums in cat city. Banyak gile museum kat sini. Sume nye bosan2, kat KL ni pun tak penah gi museum. Tiba2 gi kuching, gi museum pulak. We dunno where to go, thats y we went to museum and we still have plenty of time. To cover tak sempat nk shopping kat satok semalam, we went there again. Only then, we borong kek lapis, ikan masin and souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to hotel, pack our things and fly back to kl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for next trip ya gals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7706110669197979811?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7706110669197979811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7706110669197979811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7706110669197979811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7706110669197979811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/darling-im-home.html' title='Darling, I&apos;m home !'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3chk0Rp8g5s/RviEmBgpbGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2gdFxepNTeU/s72-c/DSC04117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-8981861042304379325</id><published>2007-09-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:05:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to board</title><content type='html'>Thank god i didnt wait till tonite to pack all my stuff for my cuti-cuti malaysia tomorrow. Yes..i have packed all my things. At this time, Im still at office finishing all my tasks before leaving for a long holiday ..4 hari je including sat n sun. Can be considered as a long holiday la since i work in this Xy Co. And thank god jugak, my leave is approved at this critical time of my project development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us are leaving for Kuching tomorrow. Cant wait! I guess fida and shud have arrived my home by now. Malam ni tak tido plak gossipping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, fida has just called me just now saying that our flight will be delayed tomorrow. Supposed our flight will depart by 8.50 in the morning but now its postponed to 1.20..gile lambat!! habis la plan kitorang utk berkuak lentang di pantai itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a second holiday this year for shima, me n fida but for first time with shud. X pe shud, next time kite gi holiday together2 lagi. Frens out there, you are welcome to join our holiday anytime! We booked this airasia ticket since january. Penat nye tunggu 9 months, kalau pregnant dah kuar anak. suddenly delay pulak, sakit nye hati!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can consider this kuching trip as our quite luxurious holiday (perasan je la luxurious nye) since we already booked hilton. We'll be staying one nite nearby the beach and two other nites at kuching town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoohoo..i better finish all my jobs and go home. See you next week! adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-8981861042304379325?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8981861042304379325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=8981861042304379325&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8981861042304379325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/8981861042304379325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/ready-to-board.html' title='Ready to board'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-4756867522781339618</id><published>2007-09-04T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:29:21.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada apa dengan "Naim"</title><content type='html'>Since I was toddler, I am introduced by my parent as “Naim”. I didn’t know how I feel to be called by that name, until I entered primary school. I realized, whenever I introduced myself as “Naim”, my frens especially boys will respond ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eee..nape panggil naim? Macam nama laki..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Naim..bukan tu nama laki ke?..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls response..”Naim?..pelik la nama..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai masuk secondary school pun , people will respond with the same question whenever I introduce myself. Jadi macam tak puas hati pulak. Memang nama Naim tu nama lelaki ke? As I am very honored with my name,  I never thought that the name “Naim” is specifically for men je. Another thing is my name is not only Naim je..ada panjang lg kt depan tu hah. Im not embarrassed at all to be called as Naim, but im tired to answer the question for the thousands time ..“Nama tu bukan nama laki la, kalau tak mak bapak aku tak bubuh la nama tu kat aku yang pompuan ni..”..geram gile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older, eden dah tak suke nak introduce myself as Naim. I changed to “Janna”. Instead of calling the last suku kata of my name, I swap to the first suku kata. Some of my school frens n some college frens who used to call me Naim, wonder how my name is now called as Janna. It is answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be called as Janna. I feel like Im really being myself whenever people call me Janna. And im grateful that my parent, my father specifically give me a beautiful name with beautiful meaning too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-4756867522781339618?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4756867522781339618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=4756867522781339618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/4756867522781339618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/4756867522781339618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/ada-apa-dengan-naim.html' title='Ada apa dengan &quot;Naim&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4258500854258187630.post-7459337395496157775</id><published>2007-09-03T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:26:16.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Aloha everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my title describes everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes guys..im back on track. Im back to the world of blogging for the second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, i decided to have blog when many people surrounds me have blog plus i like to read blog too. Kinda teruja when people tulis blog best, I pun nak tulis blog juge. But I end up with a rubbish blog which I myself hate. I hate the story bout myself too in that previous blog. I have deleted it by the way. It makes me feel so good to have this new blog. FYI, to have a new blog is in my 2007 new year resolution which only now i manage to have it ! September man, no more considered as new year..but glad its still 2007 :) big grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think what people wud think n say about my write when they read my blog, that is why I think I limit what i want to write. And I kinda push myself when to write and when not to write. Bila lama dah tak update, I rasa macam tak nak tulis blog dah, mcm mood to write blog dah hilang. I shoudlnt act like that kan, sepatutnye proceed je la tulis. But this time around, I will make sure I write anything I want anytime I want. I shouldnt bother what people think bout me.. this is my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a gud therapy too to express something in your blog especially when you have a very hard day. I have to agree this with what Along has written once in her blog, the therapy really works especially when you dun have anybody to soothe you. :) Like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4258500854258187630-7459337395496157775?l=perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7459337395496157775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4258500854258187630&amp;postID=7459337395496157775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7459337395496157775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4258500854258187630/posts/default/7459337395496157775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectstrangeworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>Mary Janne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07021195567097473349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h34/jannamansor/18847688342838s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
