<?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-3674741328496926706</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:40:01.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince's Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-1932612558924202425</id><published>2011-07-06T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:15:08.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Me and Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Of course, we have our own problems in this world and we keen to keep it to ourselves, ashame to reveal it to anyone else, but we have to accept the fact that we cannot keep it too long in ourselves, Why? The longer we keep it, the larger we hold grudge towards one and can blow at any time if we cannot preserve it well. Somehow, we will find someone whom we can entrust to listen to our problems. The result, more or less we would find relieving as we have express it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I join PRS in my school, I want to experience the same as the above statement but all i find is a lot of meetings, activities that we have to run it by PRS students only!!, teachers just like a director of a film or less than that position. PRS is suppose to have more activities like self-development program and it involves teachers!!. So far, I've made a few people to experience it and they felt relieved. Sometimes, I'm jealous of them, to see their output. Almost 5 years i've join PRS, i did not experience it, not even once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find someone whom i can entrust them with my problems and not even the teachers in my school. Trust cannot be bought with money. It must come within one's personalities, character, manners and social skills. It's hard to find it these days. I hope that i can obtain it in a few years of time. I hope it's worth the wait. Or maybe i will express it after i have a wife..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-1932612558924202425?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/1932612558924202425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-me-and-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/1932612558924202425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/1932612558924202425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-me-and-myself.html' title='I, Me and Myself'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-4434901211449040018</id><published>2010-12-18T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:11:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UKM Again...</title><content type='html'>This time, it is a three day-two nights event where all groups were suppose to complete their project and make an actual model or prototype. Discussion on Saturday and building the prototype on Sunday. It is pretty tired because we have to do the coding/programming the device, designing and cost-effective as our government want it to be cheap but effective idea. Other than that, before this event, we've been requested by UKM to present our ideas as the technical department can observe the ideas as well as the items that we are going to use to make our ideas came to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Dr. Riza reveal his list of approved ideas and not. We've butterflies in our stomach. Thank god that my group's ideas is approved. All groups that had been approved have to follow their mentors to the respective room to discuss. After the discuss, we have to wait for our turn to meet the technical department for advices and helps. Out turn came up, the designing team help us improve our ideas to patent it in the future. After the discussion, we were served tea and return to our respective dormitories, resting and get ready for tomorrow's activities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow shines, all crystals students had our breakfast and head back to the Science And Technology Faculty again to discuss in groups with our mentors. In the afternoon, nasi beryani is served. After lunch, we continued our discussion till evening. I finished the programming and tested with the module that UKM gave it to us. I'm relief because it WORKS!!! Thankfully, it works and we're dismissed early after the high-tea. I will continue writing, it is not ending here.. Stay tune, and watch for my upcoming posts. Thank you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-4434901211449040018?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/4434901211449040018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/12/ukm-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/4434901211449040018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/4434901211449040018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/12/ukm-again.html' title='UKM Again...'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-3512270647990501316</id><published>2010-06-18T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:02:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has been almost 3 years now i've been a Malaysian Life Saver Swimmer by Life Saving Society Malaysia. I took this program on self-insentive and not by teachers at school. At first, my parents asks me to join the basic swimming lesson during school holidays about 3 years ago.. It was a one week incentive lesson. I'm so excited and thrilled to join the lessons. After receiving the basic lessons and certificate, once again, i joined the life saver lesson on the following school holiday on December 2007. It took about 3 months to train before the actual examiner came to observe my lap time and body reflex. I am so grateful to receive the bronze medallion and the certificate from my coach. Now, i've been thinking whether to further my swimming skills to International Life Saver or not because it requires me to train much more harder to follow the specific requirements that applies in order to pass the examination with flying colours observed by an outside examiner. Huhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-3512270647990501316?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/3512270647990501316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/06/swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/3512270647990501316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/3512270647990501316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-5009846945521450270</id><published>2010-06-10T10:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:07:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.diynetwork.com/DIY/2008/10/08/dktn701-ChiselBrick_lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.diynetwork.com/DIY/2008/10/08/dktn701-ChiselBrick_lead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to the cinemas with my friends. At first, my friend gathers a group of 5 people to the cinema. 1 by 1 they withdraw themselves from this trip because they claim they did not have transportation from their house to the cinema. From 5 people and now we're left 2 people myself included with my friend. We've promised to meet in front of the cinema box at 11 o'clock. I arrived there at 11 sharp. My friend said that he maybe late because he have to help his mother at her restaurant. Thankfully, my aunt and my fellow cousins are there when they wanted to send me and to fetch another cousin from the school. They all accompanied me through out 2 bloody hours while waiting him to show his nose at the bowling alley. While waiting, my cousins and I played bowling for 1 game and I continued for another 3 game. When he showed up at 1.00 o'clock, he explains to me that his mother needed him to help her in the kitchen because they are short of staff. I gave him a fierce reminder and hopefully he would not repeat it. My cousin take care of my bowling bag as I brought it to practice earlier on. I booked  2 seats via internet and when i approached the ticketing counter, they gave us second row from the back. I said "wow, is it true?'' I'm shocked because the seats in front of us is fully booked. We enjoyed the show very much. Oh ya, we watched 'The Prince Of Persia: The Sands Of Time'. It is really great. The movie brought us to the early days where war is a common activity to do when they want to release the grudge in their hearts. After the show at 4 p.m, I waited for my aunt to pick me up in front of the cinema. I feel so dissapointed because my parents is angry to me because of my friends does not fulfill their promise to be there at 11 o'clock in the morning. They have to understand that life is not always go side by side with our plans. We have to know that we can only plan the future but God will decide what is going to happen to us in the future. We cannot hire a psychic to tell us the future.  We have to accept our friends as they are. If they do wrong, we have to remind them about their behaviour. Everyone is not perfect in this world. Sometimes, people can make mistakes and so do me. Please remind me if i do something wrong. Reflect ourselves with the things that we've just did and if it is wrong, make it correct and if you want, find someone that you wish to talk to who you think you can trust them with your secrets. Don't ever hold it in your heart and make a grudge out of it. It's not good because it can change your personalities, behaviour and a sudden change in your social activities. People will know you have a problem just by glancing your facial expressions. The solution is express it just like i told you earlier or if you couldn't find someone, write it in your very very personal diary. Remember, your spirit, your heart, your soul and your facial expression and gestures speaks a thousand words out of yourselves which people can judge about you and who you are. Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-5009846945521450270?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/5009846945521450270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/06/hard-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/5009846945521450270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/5009846945521450270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/06/hard-day.html' title='A Hard Day'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-2156068252564488287</id><published>2010-06-06T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:18:08.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm the only son in my family, i don't have any other brothers and sisters in my life... Although my life seems quite dull but i've a lot of cousins, uncles, aunties including the young ones whom i suppose to call them aunt but they too young to call them aunt... ahahaha... Please appreciate your family members eventhough they were being bad to you... In other words, you have your brothers and sisters with you if you sad, you have them around you when you're sick in the hospital, they can accompany you to the diner to have lunch or dinner. Do not always think for the negative parts of them but try to think positively out of them. Sometimes, we take things for granted, it is not good if you're always screaming and yelling to your brothers and sisters. Sometimes, they can be cruel but in their hearts, they love so much. One of my cousin have a big fight with his elder sister. At first, they both wants to play badminton, they made jokes and everybody was laughing and their jokes suddenly changes to argument. They were fighting using the badminton's racquet and accidentally, his sister hit his's private part strong enough to make him crying. He ran to his mother for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His mother rushes him to nearest clinic and the doctor asks them to find Sireh leaves to ease the pain besides the medicines that he gave. They return back to their house and my cousin change his pants to sarong. His mother once again rushes to my house to take a few sireh leaves since i plant it at my home. After a few days, he can wear his pants back. Moral of the story, everybody will help you if you being nice to everyone else. Do not take things for granted and the most importantly, improve yourself to be better person. Love your god, love everyone and love yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your time.... If yo would like to comment, please write in the shoutbox application...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-2156068252564488287?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/2156068252564488287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/2156068252564488287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/2156068252564488287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-216855296336074368</id><published>2010-04-11T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:17:19.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My  year in form 4....</title><content type='html'>My year in form 4 is great.. I'm a PRS in my school, 4 Fikrah's class monitor and the vice-president for PBSM. My friends asks me to join them in the science-streamed class but I prefer to stay in my current class because I like accounts and ICT subject. I was so excited to receive the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'watikah'&lt;/span&gt; from Tn. Hji. Surimin because I was elected as PRS and the class monitor. Therefore, I went up the stage twice to take 2 certificates. TWICE!! I had goosebumps all over my body and shakes liked the world have reached armageddon.. hehehe.. Some of my friends like it and some jealous of it... no offence... I joins the PBSM's scout team for our annual sport day. I've met many new friends throught out this year while joining many club event. That's all for now.. thanx...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-216855296336074368?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/216855296336074368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-year-in-form-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/216855296336074368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/216855296336074368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-year-in-form-4.html' title='My  year in form 4....'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-8433551142951572081</id><published>2010-03-18T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:33:23.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>My relatives invite me to have dinner with them where parents are not allowed to join us. Sorry mum and dad, no offence.. hehehe. They brought cake which they bought it from Salsabila Cake Store, It's Mocha Cappucino. At first, we want to cut the cake while we were out but there are too many people walking around us. We've changed our mind and cut the cake at my house. Surprisingly, my dad bought another cake, it's Chocolate Ice Cream from Secret Recipe. It was so exciting to blow 2 cakes at once. Besides the cakes, my parents served us the delicious bubur durian, and others. My parents talks about horoscopes and somebody's behaviour to the 4 of us. After that, all of us take the mic and karaoke till midnight... hehehe.. We sang so many songs. They all sang the new and latest song and me, I just sang P.Ramlee's song coz our voice had turned into rockers voice... hehehe... The moon shines, my relatives went back to their respective house.. it's a crazy night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-8433551142951572081?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/8433551142951572081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/8433551142951572081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/8433551142951572081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-1449224627375121988</id><published>2010-02-07T16:35:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:28:36.207+11:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR results..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_amwV_dKKIqQ/S25U7S_8yDI/AAAAAAAAABI/PxRat6E-tQA/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_amwV_dKKIqQ/S25U7S_8yDI/AAAAAAAAABI/PxRat6E-tQA/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435375177971845170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;The word sorry is the hardest word to say but today i want to say sorry to all coz i didn't update my blog for a long time. PMR results is just came out and i got half of it A out of all subjects that i took. My relatives gave me presents such as dinner, and etc. The best part is that my parents got me a new handphone, new laptop, new PC monitor, and a new tv in my room. i'm so grateful to god that finally, i can repay my parent's effort to send me to tuition, school and many others that i do not know how to explain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an experience that i can get only when i have satisfied everybody's expactation towards me. Thanks to god, a special thanks to my parents and my relatives that always support me throught out my studies. I hope in the future, i will gain more A's to ensure that i have a brighter future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-1449224627375121988?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/1449224627375121988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/02/pmr-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/1449224627375121988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/1449224627375121988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2010/02/pmr-results.html' title='PMR results..'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_amwV_dKKIqQ/S25U7S_8yDI/AAAAAAAAABI/PxRat6E-tQA/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3674741328496926706.post-6554770308124103158</id><published>2009-12-01T17:47:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:56:06.725+11:00</updated><title type='text'>a crazy rye time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amwV_dKKIqQ/SycR-jpsUeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6aoTQQf3-00/s1600-h/p32_ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amwV_dKKIqQ/SycR-jpsUeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6aoTQQf3-00/s320/p32_ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415316843355984354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Rye night, my relatives from Singapore arrives at my home. They all worn out but i'm surprised that they can watch 'papadom' without take a bath after a long trip. Papadom ends, once again i've been shocked with my cousins screams in their room while they want to changed. I ran to the room and suddenly a cockroch show up under the table. I take the aerosol spray to spray it and a couple of tissue to wrap them and to the dust bin. Sleep at 2am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/11/09&lt;br /&gt; Rye day, Gone to solat rye.. After that, my family and I went to our relatives house. Today, we have 6 houses to go but we only go to 5 houses. Another house we could'nt coz our stomach is stuffed. At night, we watched Seniman Bujang Lapok by P.Ramlee. Sleep at 1.30 am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28/11/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;      Yahoo!! today, my relative and I go to KL to shop but my uncle want to go to his best friend's house first. I was like 'Arghh?!?' 'What!!'. He and his son served us kuih and that is just the perfect timing bcoz I'am so hungry. We ate all of the kuih, hehehehe... After that, he serves nasi impit and kuah kacang, we didn't finish it all bcoz we're all watching X-Men. hahahaha.. What a douche'... After 1 hour and 30 min, we're all hit the road and head to Sungei Wang, Bukit Bintang, KL. My auntie, Fitri wants to buy her new contact lens and other things.. As for me, my uncle bought me an adidas body spray and perfume. Tq uncle lan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      After that, we're all go for tea break beside the Sungei Wang and it is a very expensive one. For 5 drink, they charge us at the sum of RM35. I was like 'My God!!'.. After the tea break, my relative and I go the Nasi Ayam Shop for dinner, is just across the street. It is very yummy.... After the delicious dinner, we're all hop on the KL Monorail to Jalan Raja Chulan. It is my first time riding the monorail and it was fun. At Jalan Raja Chulan's Station, we walk to KLCC. By halfway, we're all tired and my shirt is full of sweat hehehehe... We walk back to the monorail station and return to Bukit Bintang's station. We're all took our car and head home. Sleep at 12.30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29/11/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       Mornin', my families and I took our b'fast and went to Nilai and Nilai 3. They bought comforters and etc. We have our lunch at Hj. Tapah. In the evening, my father and my uncle have a table tennis match... Night falls, by 9 o'clock, my relative went back home to singapore. I am so lonely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a long post. Hope you all have fun reading this post.. Thanks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3674741328496926706-6554770308124103158?l=cattus94.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/feeds/6554770308124103158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-rye-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/6554770308124103158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3674741328496926706/posts/default/6554770308124103158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cattus94.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-rye-time.html' title='a crazy rye time'/><author><name>princeariff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14400753769975260989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_amwV_dKKIqQ/SycR-jpsUeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6aoTQQf3-00/s72-c/p32_ya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
