<?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-5725989620548162379</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:58:53.924+08:00</updated><category term='Quote'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Myslef'/><category term='Sarawak'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Murder'/><category term='typisk'/><category term='song'/><category term='Killer'/><category term='Ess I Ermet'/><category term='Law'/><category term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Craps happened</title><subtitle type='html'>When my fingers tangle on the keyboard, this is the result.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3470334853686943857</id><published>2011-11-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:14:56.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric Amarillo - Om sanningen ska fram</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M1C7Hf0gEkU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this song stuck in my head for a very long time. It's not a new song though but then it keeps on playing in my head. Tajuk lagu dah la lucah then diorg suma ckp love song gitu padahal ajak tdo sama. Berdosa sangat! Whatever la kan janji music best dengar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3470334853686943857?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3470334853686943857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3470334853686943857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3470334853686943857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3470334853686943857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2011/11/eric-amarillo-om-sanningen-ska-fram.html' title='Eric Amarillo - Om sanningen ska fram'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M1C7Hf0gEkU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1679051608276597957</id><published>2011-09-29T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T01:18:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When was my last post?</title><content type='html'>I know right it has been ages since my last updates and all were craps as always. My last post was about having a vlog but ended up sikda apa pun LOL. I did make the videos but deleted sebab sik talented terus. Not that creative enough to start any vlog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just watched Grey's Anatomy's premier for 2 hours. It rocks my emotion until now. I know GA never fails me rocking my emotion. One part was happiness and sad in the end. Those 2 hours premier was about relationship when you get married. I was thinking is it really I'll be living alone for my whole life? Don't really know for sure though. The future is not for us to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be having 2 babies sik lamak gik. Let's me make it clear, neither I am pregnant nor I can get one but I'll be having babies. The process ya abit lamak sikit but will update ya. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about babies, I remembered my first baby that was actually pusak local. She was a mom gave birth to 5 cucuks LOL. I didn't name them as for Mak Pusak and numbered the kids 1 to 5 but somehow one of them died. My second was a tortoise. Mother called him/her John. I don't even know iits gender but called it John made it anonymous. Since it grew so big, I let it go to the wild. I know I was wrong to let it go wild since it was living in the captivity for its whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last baby was a Persian cat. Her name was Agnes Swanepeol LOL. Fancy eh? She died eventually. She felt from my house. I live in the 6th floor apartment and some mistake happened. What'd done is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1679051608276597957?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1679051608276597957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1679051608276597957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1679051608276597957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1679051608276597957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-was-my-last-post.html' title='When was my last post?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5000318261644991152</id><published>2011-01-03T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:57:58.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2011</title><content type='html'>Time flies never stop. Well it's 2011 now and I guess it won't be too late for me to wish everybody Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year with new blog. Not really new actually but I will make my blog as a medium for everyone to learn Malay or Bahasa Melayu. Yes it will turn out to be a learn-Malay-blog. My next blog will be posted sooner so those who are interested to learn Malay, stay tune LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5000318261644991152?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5000318261644991152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5000318261644991152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5000318261644991152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5000318261644991152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-2011.html' title='It&apos;s 2011'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4549479608153578634</id><published>2010-11-30T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:22:08.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONY eh?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm what a great day, I am having a flu and headache and not yet a fever. Anyhow I just search from my father's scraps and found Sony DVD Handycam which is still usable. So I charged the battery and try to operate it and read the manual and voila I took some videos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/TPUHf2xACDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kn2yAPxehvI/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/TPUHf2xACDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kn2yAPxehvI/s320/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545346760035010610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is now, I don't know how to transfer the file into the computer. Well in manual stated that one must install the USB driver before transfer but the software only for Windows XP, Me, 98. For sure it cannot be installed my laptop. Dumb isn't it. So I hope anyone who read this can suggest me anything or else I should bring it to Sony Centre for better sollution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-4549479608153578634?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4549479608153578634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4549479608153578634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4549479608153578634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4549479608153578634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/11/sony-eh.html' title='SONY eh?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/TPUHf2xACDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kn2yAPxehvI/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6354386303403075864</id><published>2010-11-14T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:22:35.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American or British English</title><content type='html'>I read some post posted by one of the bloggers (an English teacher) emphasizing that most English teacher really emphasize on the pronunciation barely than the aspects of the language itself. Well as we all know Malaysian uses British English but that does not only apply on the pronunciation. We can never really speak with British accent as most of the teacher only emphasize on the pronunciation rather than grammar. Well they are Brits wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However here is some of the differences between American English and British English as they are not only differ on pronunciation basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spellings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much differences in term of spelling between American and British as ~or in American and ~our in British. For example COLOR, FLAVOR in American while COLOUR, FLAVOUR in British.&lt;br /&gt;The words end with ~ize in American while ~ise in British but ~ize is acceptable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recognize&lt;/span&gt; - used in American and also British&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recognise&lt;/span&gt; - used in British only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift - British&lt;br /&gt;Elevator - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbish - British&lt;br /&gt;Trash - America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boot - British&lt;br /&gt;Hood - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber - British&lt;br /&gt;Eraser - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips - British&lt;br /&gt;Fries - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crips - British&lt;br /&gt;Chips - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both Englishes regular forms and irregular forms are acceptable however irregular form are common between British while it is uncommon for American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn - burnt/burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell - smelt/smelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn - learnt/learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell - spelt/spelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoil - spoilt/spoiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In British English, it prefers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have got&lt;/span&gt; while in American English &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; is just enough. However both are correct. Let just see the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British :&lt;br /&gt;Have you got a cat?&lt;br /&gt;He has not got any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American :&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cat?&lt;br /&gt;He does not have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grammar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In British English, the present perfect is used to express an action that has occurred in the recent past that has an effect on the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my key. Can you help me look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in American English, it prefers I lost my key. Can you help me look for it. American can use both forms which are correct but for British, this considers incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team name in British does not need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;while for American, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; won for last season's EPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American : Challenging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Zollner Pistons&lt;/span&gt; for supremacy were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Sheboygan Red Skins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go some of the differences. Well I hope that British English is not about pronunciation at all. For me, I am using British English though American English understandable (it is still English after all LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6354386303403075864?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6354386303403075864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6354386303403075864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6354386303403075864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6354386303403075864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/11/american-or-british-english.html' title='American or British English'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4311088279390692808</id><published>2010-11-11T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:09:34.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Franch class!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdwC26FHxkA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdwC26FHxkA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai aucune envie de dire&lt;br /&gt;Ce que je ne pense pas&lt;br /&gt;Aucune envie de fuir&lt;br /&gt;Ce que je ne vois pas&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi si on ne devrait pas tous être comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Suis moi je t’emmène là où le fou est roi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ce grand cirque la comédie ne me changera pas&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai jamais eu peur de devoir tourner le dos&lt;br /&gt;Et dans ce bal, les masques, les clowns ne m’impressionnent pas&lt;br /&gt;Je peux jouer s’il le faut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus comme elle, moins comme celle-ci&lt;br /&gt;Au paradis des références t’es plutôt celle-ci&lt;br /&gt;Le rôle te va a merveille&lt;br /&gt;Enfile ton costume&lt;br /&gt;Sois simplement belle&lt;br /&gt;Souris, assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans ce grand cirque la comédie ne me changera pas&lt;br /&gt;Je n’ai jamais eu peur de devoir tourner le dos&lt;br /&gt;Et dans ce bal, les masques les clowns ne m’impressionnent pas&lt;br /&gt;Je peux jouer s’il le faut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me&lt;br /&gt;I am me&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;I am me&lt;br /&gt;I am me&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi, je suis moi, je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi, je suis moi, je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi (I am me), je suis moi&lt;br /&gt;Oh dans tous mes états&lt;br /&gt;Quoi qu’on en dise je suis moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to sing this. It's fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-4311088279390692808?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4311088279390692808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4311088279390692808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4311088279390692808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4311088279390692808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-franch-class.html' title='Another Franch class!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6537295708240880535</id><published>2010-11-11T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T00:06:06.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>French time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1472l6bcx0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b1472l6bcx0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'veux qu'tu m'mentes&lt;br /&gt;J'ai envie d'me sentir unique donc j'veux qu'tu m'mentes&lt;br /&gt;j'veux qu'tu me mentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais ça m'enchante quand de ta bouche viennent des mots qui me rendent plus forte&lt;br /&gt;j'veux qu'tu m'mentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby je n'veux pas faire competition à toutes les femmes du monde&lt;br /&gt;j'veux pas ça me complexerai&lt;br /&gt;j'connais mes defauts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je sais que t'aime les belles femmes fais moi croire en mes charmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare moi à des déesses dis moi qu'je suis ta princesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'essaie un minimum d'être sexy&lt;br /&gt;J'essaie d'te plaire mon chéri, tu sais des gens m'ont dit tu draguais d'autres femmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'crois pas aux ragots, mais parfois ça m'déstabilise donc parle moi , calme moi, mon roi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi que je suis belle fais moi rêver ce soir sans le monde&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi qu'j'suis tout pour toi! qu'tu n'vois plus les autres femmes tellement tu m'aimes! j'te croirais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'veux qu'tu m'mentes! j'en ai marre de toutes tes reflexions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'veux qu'tu m'mentes j'veux qu'tu m'mentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est bête à dire mais ça me hante quand de ta bouche sortent des mots qui me font du torts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j'préfères qu'tu me mentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, arrête de me parler d'avant quand on s'est rencontré, genre j'ai tellement changé je n'suis plus celle que j'étais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrête de m'énoncer toutes ces femmes sur qui tu fantasmes car en mon absence j'imagine avec qui tu m'remplaces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fais moi croire que je suis ton âme soeur&lt;br /&gt;Bébé j't'aime si fort parfois ça me fait peur 7, 8 mois un peu chaque jours et fais moi danser sur le rythme de l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi que je suis belle fais moi rêver ce soir sans le monde&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi qu'j'suis tout pour toi! qu'tu n'vois plus les autres femmes tellement tu m'aimes! j'te croirais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais mentires quand ça t'arranges tu excelles, chéri&lt;br /&gt;Si tu assures ça va atténuer ma jalousie (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi que je suis belle fais moi rêver ce soir sans le monde&lt;br /&gt;Dis moi qu'j'suis tout pour toi! qu'tu n'vois plus les autres femmes tellement tu m'aimes! j'te croirais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to sing along LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6537295708240880535?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6537295708240880535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6537295708240880535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6537295708240880535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6537295708240880535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/11/french-time.html' title='French time!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6381873575107001746</id><published>2010-08-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:07:40.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan el Mubarak!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wish all MUSLIMS Happy Ramadhan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6381873575107001746?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6381873575107001746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6381873575107001746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6381873575107001746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6381873575107001746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-el-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan el Mubarak!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8330879351775850802</id><published>2010-07-17T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:55:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANTAM</title><content type='html'>Whenever I try to write something new here, I don't really know where to start but nevertheless I'm back yoohoo...Many things around me happened and I'm not going to tell each and every of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I watched some videos on youtube about people reverted into Islam. It all happened when a friend of mine showed me a video about how Muslims treated in America and continued to people reverted into Islam. Anyhow about Muslims treated in America, oh you better watch it yourself. Search it since everyone is good doing research on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching youtube, I clicked on a video entitle 'Canadians are dumb' sort of like that. So it's like the Americans are dumb version which to be fair, they asked the same questions what Americans asked them. So among the questions are 'What is the religion of Budhist Monks?'. Funnily some answered Catholic. Because there is a Catholic Church in Mongolia LOL. Another question is 'Kofi Annan is a drink, true or false?'. And majority answered true. I have no idea what were they thinking then. What else eh? Ah, 'KFC comes from which state?' and they answerd it right but then when the interviewer questioned again what stands for KFC and one American have no idea. You better watch it yourself and do that 'research' again LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this my friend will pick me up and I'm going to Zook to meet Miss Nina and Colby. Having a great time I suppose!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8330879351775850802?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8330879351775850802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8330879351775850802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8330879351775850802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8330879351775850802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/07/hantam.html' title='HANTAM'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-9076130951547484443</id><published>2010-04-18T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:18:49.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je sens FINALE dans de l'aire</title><content type='html'>The FINALS are in the air. I can smell it very close and what have  done for it, NONE. Better start it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the finals, what shall I do then? Hmmmm going home for sure YAY. My flight ticket already booked and I'm ready to fly back home. How I miss my home and all the foods. No wonder I have this Miranda Kerr body, I'm a food lover lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to cut my hair short but i don't know how would it be. Maybe like Eva Simons wild red hair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxm5UlLPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rvVNWEHy7W8/s1600/Eva%2BSimons%2Beva.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxm5UlLPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rvVNWEHy7W8/s320/Eva%2BSimons%2Beva.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461372779920436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or should it be like Eva Longoria, modesty is the style LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxnfR_OvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/37L-jlDUHn4/s1600/eva_longoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxnfR_OvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/37L-jlDUHn4/s320/eva_longoria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461372790110108402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or I just go bald, easier as ever LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxnt-RlqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LnNFaDjDLGQ/s1600/beijing-olympics-2008-cab-drivers-bald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxnt-RlqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LnNFaDjDLGQ/s320/beijing-olympics-2008-cab-drivers-bald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461372794053957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-9076130951547484443?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/9076130951547484443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=9076130951547484443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9076130951547484443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9076130951547484443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/04/je-sens-finale-dans-de-laire.html' title='Je sens FINALE dans de l&apos;aire'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S8qxm5UlLPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rvVNWEHy7W8/s72-c/Eva%2BSimons%2Beva.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-796282937306432496</id><published>2010-04-13T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:25:02.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAYA vs. AKU</title><content type='html'>It is known that SAYA is politer than AKU. For those who don't know, both SAYA and AKU is the first person pronoun in Malay or in other word KATA GANTI NAMA PERTAMA (is it correct?). Anyhow what am I going to talk about is the usage of SAYA and AKU in our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very rare to hear any person using SAYA instead of AKU. In TV instead some well-known music writers love to use AKU and it is disturbing me more. I don't know why but it is disturbing my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my context, I keep on thinking why we use AKU instead of SAYA in our prayer. Since we are talking to our creator as we are His slave and so on, yet we are using AKU. I may have some explanation upon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Malay that it is spoken in most countries in South East Asia (SEA). SEA generally divided into 2 parts, one is the Islands and another is the Main Land. Malay is spoken on the Islands countries which include Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore, Brunei, and the Philippine. Yes the Philippine is using Malay but as they are collonised by the Spanish and some influences on Chinese, their language is evolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indonesia, they are using AKU mostly than SAYA. This is maybe because that is their language and also AKU is more friendly even though it may sounds impolite. The reason why we tend to use AKU in our prayer is because our prayer may influence from Indonesia. Indonesia is the world's most Muslim population so they are dominant Muslim population in SEA. Malaysia then only 60% of 27 million population, even smaller than the Muslim population in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, in my theory, we are using AKU in our prayer is because as I said, AKU may sounds friendly though we are talking to our Creator. Yes practically when a slave talking to their master, they have to be polite but God encourages us to ask him anything we want and to be that, we have to be friendly with Him. As how our prophet thought us to be friendly to our children when we want to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my humble opinions, I hope somebody can correct me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-796282937306432496?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/796282937306432496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=796282937306432496&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/796282937306432496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/796282937306432496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/04/saya-vs-aku.html' title='SAYA vs. AKU'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2376266028286065671</id><published>2010-03-18T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:02:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see!!!!</title><content type='html'>Where to start this, so many things happened to me for these two months and I have no idea how am I going to start this. I rarely log in into my blog. Well I log in just to read some blogs I had tagged in but to write them, I totally have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got my ideas just inside the washroom where I keep thinking things alot there. I wish I have my water prove laptop to write the blog while showering huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many dramas also happen this term, such a big drama, very big lol. I am not going to talk much about those dramas because they are way too personal and I still have respect to them though  hate them too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all notice Lady Gaga's new video, Telephone together with Beyonce? She is naked in the video and showing her pussy. What a brave girl she is lol. I've been a fan of her since her first debut into music industry. I wonder when she will have her concert here. The big question is will she be allowed to have her concert here? That is the thing to be considered LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking alot about my trip one day abroad. One place that caught my attention is Algeria and Morocco. They are located at North Africa and both of them use Arabs and French as their daily language. Why should I go there? Errmmm  maybe because I am very curious about how the live of people over there. I am very curious hohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now all I want to buy is XBOX yay!!! Will be here soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2376266028286065671?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2376266028286065671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2376266028286065671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2376266028286065671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2376266028286065671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see!!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-742289777483744586</id><published>2010-02-03T23:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:25:08.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag kenak bungkar....hjelp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been tagged by my lovely &lt;a href="http://angelsuzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzy&lt;/a&gt; to do this thing. It is all about what's inside your bag so I put here the bag I use to go to class this term. I really wanted to buy my new bag since my old bag really doesn't even look like a bag now so this is temporary. The bag I bought at the Body Shop just for RM 5. Well it is for charity and let's go green!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mZrB6M5gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hroXD_63py8/s1600-h/PC311125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mZrB6M5gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hroXD_63py8/s320/PC311125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434043389925189122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bag I mentioned just now. It's green and have 'I'm a shopping bag' on it. I use this bag for shopping actually. You all know Saturday is 'no plastic bag' day so I GO GREEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mawXlot1I/AAAAAAAAANY/oyQVJOpEcjU/s1600-h/PC311143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mawXlot1I/AAAAAAAAANY/oyQVJOpEcjU/s320/PC311143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434044581155485522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the front view when nothing in it. Just simple and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mbEvdcECI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFaeW8AQJrg/s1600-h/PC311145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mbEvdcECI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFaeW8AQJrg/s320/PC311145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434044931160936482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back view of it. Isn't it sooooo GREEN??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mb0_n7XKI/AAAAAAAAANo/ne1E0UyAAQo/s1600-h/PC311146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mb0_n7XKI/AAAAAAAAANo/ne1E0UyAAQo/s320/PC311146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434045760133618850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of this bag is that it can be folded become small purse. Not really a purse but look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mcb5HtwOI/AAAAAAAAANw/MtMkljy_Huk/s1600-h/PC311147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mcb5HtwOI/AAAAAAAAANw/MtMkljy_Huk/s320/PC311147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434046428402794722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it goes I'm a shopping bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mcciMW_RI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vfp6VEfz3bU/s1600-h/PC311144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mcciMW_RI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vfp6VEfz3bU/s320/PC311144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434046439428128018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes this is the most important part 'Made from recycled materials'. You see how I am concerned with the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mc-afG6-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/FP04JDs9Wq0/s1600-h/PC311132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mc-afG6-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/FP04JDs9Wq0/s320/PC311132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047021474835426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The is the heart of the bag. I cannot go out without these things. The green pouch is my pencil box. All pens, highlighter, every writing instruments are inside. My wallet with less money in it. My house keys with mail box key and two thumbdrives attached and also the cat-clock key chain which Farah gave it from Singapore LOL. Vaseline hand lotion which my whole day is in air-conditioned room so I really need one. And also my very lame phone. I'm not into technology so my phone is kind of gadget for calling and texting only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mc-6FSJdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uI2nVwcTzSk/s1600-h/PC311131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mc-6FSJdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uI2nVwcTzSk/s320/PC311131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047029956453842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are books I always carry out. I know that novel is old version but what do I care. I love the story line and I can amused myself with the story all over again. The green note book is for me to write everything. From timetable, what shall I do, and my assignment list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mdz4f64TI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1WImbzDXkyU/s1600-h/PC311136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mdz4f64TI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1WImbzDXkyU/s320/PC311136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047940064370994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since today is Wednesday so I just bring all my Wednesday's notes. There are my lecture's note. Building Services and Income Tax Act, the paper with ring bind is my note which I wrote on it and also my Japanese book. Nihongo 3 eh LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2md0seYgtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Fb6ggYO8Lu0/s1600-h/PC311140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2md0seYgtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Fb6ggYO8Lu0/s320/PC311140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047954016568018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The compliment for my thing; calculator, spectacles, cigarette and lighter, and my bus pass but actually that pass was last month's pass. New pass is in my wallet. So you can see how I dump garbage in my bag LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item I forgot to snap the picture is my &lt;a href="http://bros.com.my/collection.asp?catid=C002#"&gt;drinking bottle&lt;/a&gt;. I cannot live without water so it is essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically these are items I bring all the places so don't ever try to bungkar it OK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who am I going to tag for this matter? Any who reads my blog, fell free to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-742289777483744586?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/742289777483744586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=742289777483744586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/742289777483744586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/742289777483744586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/02/bag-kenak-bungkarhjelp.html' title='Bag kenak bungkar....hjelp!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/S2mZrB6M5gI/AAAAAAAAANQ/hroXD_63py8/s72-c/PC311125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1565127395317631791</id><published>2010-01-11T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:09:20.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Sarawak : 1001 Informations!!!</title><content type='html'>For this entry I am not going to show parts of Sarawak to visit. I'm sure everybody has some knowledge about the places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some additional information for those who is whiling to visit Sarawak despite where are you from and the colour of your skin. Sarawakian is not racist! (like wise LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all about the language used in Sarawak. Though Sarawakian Malay (the dialect in precise) is the national language throughout Sarawak (except for certain places such Limbang and Lawas) doesn't mean all Sarawakian knows how to speak Standard Malay. We can somehow but it will sound funny and you Malay speaker people will hear it funny. The least you can do is speak English because English can be considered as widely-used language compare to Standard Malay. Some do feel annoyed when they themselves speak Standard Malay (despite the dialects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culture in Sarawak is totally different in any state in Malaysia and it also varies from every prefectures to others. As recommended, whenever you come to someone's place, act like them as Sarawakian being thought. The culture is not in term that practices but more on attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sarawak is the biggest state in Malaysia, so you can see the diversity of races, cultures, languages and dialects. Yes the dialects. Though in the same race, the dialect may be different and none from both speakers can understand each other. As a Sarawakian Malay native speaker, it may sounds hard for me to understand Malays from Sri Aman because of their dialect which is totally different and lack in mixing with them. Even in general Malay used in Kuching may sounds different somehow with Malay used in Miri. Not so much different but it may be some certain words and the tune and Kuchingites speak faster and rich with tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Melanau language stands in the same rules. I may speak Melanau as my second language but somehow I only can understand other dialects than speak them. And totally cannot understand Ba'ie Melanau and so with other Melanaus. The solution is speak Sarawakian Malay LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In term of shopping, Sarawak can be the paradise for shopping. But if only you are searching for something traditional and rare. If you are looking for branded goods, it is advisable to go to Kuala Lumpur or Singapore for that. The shopping malls in Sarawak is small and lack of branded goods. Even if Sarawakian wishes to buy some, they will travel all the way to Kuala Lumpur. No point for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for tikar, pasu, gambir (which is absolutely famous among West-Malaysian lads), kek lapis (among the top list) and so on, Sarawak is the best place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night life in Sarawak, boring!! So never mingle in the middle of night alone in Sarawak. It is so dangerous but please put in mind that Kuching is the most safe city in Malaysia (and so do other cities in Sarawak). And so, Sarawak cities are early bird cities. We wake up early and doing jobs from the dawn to the dust and finish until then. No night life at all. Kind of boring but Sarawak is a place for laid back person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevertheless Sarawak is truly Asia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1565127395317631791?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1565127395317631791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1565127395317631791&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1565127395317631791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1565127395317631791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-sarawak-1001-informations.html' title='Trip to Sarawak : 1001 Informations!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-360259456138075307</id><published>2009-12-25T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:45:27.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Christmas day and I would like to wish all my family and friends Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in another 5 days upcoming LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.smarter.com/homegarden/category/general/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SzRAoi5EuHI/AAAAAAAAANI/VN-MxseI6w4/s320/merry+christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419027316938684530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I put along my wishes to all people in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Jul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geseënde Kersfees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圣诞快乐!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maligayang Pasko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;クリスマスおめでとう！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;メリークリスマス&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frohe Weihnachten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="Merry Christmas" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;عيد ميلاد مجيد&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;메리 크리스마스!&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(235, 239, 249);" title="Merry Christmas" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joyeux Noël&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyvää Joulua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glædelig Jul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix Dies Nativitatis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon Natale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C Pождеством Xристовом&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vrolijk Kerstfeest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-360259456138075307?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/360259456138075307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=360259456138075307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/360259456138075307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/360259456138075307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SzRAoi5EuHI/AAAAAAAAANI/VN-MxseI6w4/s72-c/merry+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8031098542539798297</id><published>2009-11-25T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:11:19.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sw1I0teXBNI/AAAAAAAAANA/GzEKru2yG7k/s1600/britney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sw1I0teXBNI/AAAAAAAAANA/GzEKru2yG7k/s320/britney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408058797939164370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody tell me who is this fella in Britney's new video? Curiosity kills the bird (yaka?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8031098542539798297?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8031098542539798297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8031098542539798297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8031098542539798297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8031098542539798297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-is-this.html' title='Who is this?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sw1I0teXBNI/AAAAAAAAANA/GzEKru2yG7k/s72-c/britney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2935863426255057627</id><published>2009-11-17T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:15:22.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden age!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So can you all guess how old is she (in the picture)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwKgsNdZEtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xplNrIUaSzI/s1600/mori_mitsuko_national_honor_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwKgsNdZEtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xplNrIUaSzI/s320/mori_mitsuko_national_honor_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405059184185643730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For first her name is Mori Mitsuko and she is 89 years old. Can you all look how young she look like? Without knowing her real age, I could possibly say she is in her 60's or 50's but never know that she will reach 90 by next year. As same age with my grandma but my grandma looks way older than Mori-San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For full story you all can click &lt;a href="http://www.japan-zone.com/news/2009/07/index.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.japan-zone.com/news/2009/05/12/nihon_no_okaasan_to_receive_national_honor.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2935863426255057627?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2935863426255057627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2935863426255057627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2935863426255057627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2935863426255057627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/golden-age.html' title='Golden age!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwKgsNdZEtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xplNrIUaSzI/s72-c/mori_mitsuko_national_honor_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4060380238871780357</id><published>2009-11-17T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:04:52.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwJnGx-BI8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7L7pVAxfjek/s1600/Kuching_Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwJnGx-BI8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7L7pVAxfjek/s320/Kuching_Skyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404995868988351426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a haul of ecstasy of the beloved city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kuching!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can’t do,&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in Kuching!!!&lt;br /&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new,&lt;br /&gt;the lights will inspire you,&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for Kuching, Kuching, Kuching!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA November 19, 2125 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-4060380238871780357?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4060380238871780357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4060380238871780357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4060380238871780357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4060380238871780357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/kuching.html' title='Kuching!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwJnGx-BI8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/7L7pVAxfjek/s72-c/Kuching_Skyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1105436007032697215</id><published>2009-11-17T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:32:05.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is praying for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwGZ69sRp-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/bMQXmK1QWqM/s1600/hyde-3_179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwGZ69sRp-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/bMQXmK1QWqM/s320/hyde-3_179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404770266093037538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you all see Hyde keeps on praying every night for me to love him. Love is blind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1105436007032697215?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1105436007032697215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1105436007032697215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1105436007032697215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1105436007032697215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-is-praying-for-me.html' title='Someone is praying for me!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SwGZ69sRp-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/bMQXmK1QWqM/s72-c/hyde-3_179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8445076891620332400</id><published>2009-11-14T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:28:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>I am deeply in love with Lady Gaga. Just now I watched her new music video entitled Bad Romance. Catchy song and very 'meaningful' lyric. What most important thing is her fashion. She labeled her fashion as statement and not a fashion by itself. So shall I call it love her statement? Everytime when her music video was premiered, first thing that I am anxious about it is her fashion or 'statement' (darn hard for me to label it as her statement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why she choose Lady Gaga as her stage name. Maybe she was so gaga with her music or fascinated with gaga people only she knows. Well her name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta. Isn't she sounds so Italian? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of her clothes in Bad Romance. Note that all pictures were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; so please mind the quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PKbAPEiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RDtkIBrqang/s1600-h/lady4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PKbAPEiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RDtkIBrqang/s320/lady4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403702905868849698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PKJOqBbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iDU1MahVsfA/s1600-h/lady+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PKJOqBbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iDU1MahVsfA/s320/lady+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403702901097498034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PJ_CvzlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1581yh2EOsY/s1600-h/lady+gaga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PJ_CvzlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1581yh2EOsY/s320/lady+gaga2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403702898363190866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PJlqUwWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OmRc3-jOrdI/s1600-h/lady+gaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PJlqUwWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OmRc3-jOrdI/s320/lady+gaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403702891549868386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8445076891620332400?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8445076891620332400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8445076891620332400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8445076891620332400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8445076891620332400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sv3PKbAPEiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RDtkIBrqang/s72-c/lady4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5762623583954490541</id><published>2009-11-11T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:04:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion vs Obsession</title><content type='html'>Obsession and Passion is two things that we at nature know the differences but always get confuse with it. In term obsession means 'the state in which a person's mind is completely filled with thoughts of one particular thing or person in a way that is not normal' while passion means 'a very strong feeling of love, hatred, anger, enthusiasm, etc.' (extract from Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say here obsession is something negative and passion is something we can consider positive. To make things go further we should see this example. Simple example from my housemate. He is a dancer, a traditional dancer perhaps. One thing is that is he having passion in dancing or such an obsession in dancing. Let see the situation. All songs in his laptop is traditional music base and everytime infront of his laptop, he spends hours on youtube to search traditional dance and watch it all over again. Truanting his class because spends hours and even did not sleep at night just to watch that dance move. Even if we walk to go mamak for supper, he even dances with unstopable hand along the way. His ringtones are all about traditional music which he used it for dancing and even took few seconds to dance before even answer the phone. So in this situation would I call it passion or such an obsession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he has passion in dancing, he should not do those stuffs. He is addicted to it and according to the meaning of obsession above, he is in the state which his mind is completely fill with dancing in a way that is not normal. He is abnormal and that's the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get annoyed with his obsession. Dancing all the way when we were walking. It is embarrassing when people look over. As a straight forward person, he seems immune with all my words toward his obsession. Like 'dah nama obsess, nang obsess juak la'. Nothing else can be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5762623583954490541?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5762623583954490541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5762623583954490541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5762623583954490541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5762623583954490541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion-vs-obsession.html' title='Passion vs Obsession'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6282307133446155228</id><published>2009-11-06T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:09:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>Well for almost a month I didn't update my blog. As usual I have no idea on writing anything on it. Eventually, recently my laptop was put on hibernation due to my retarded brain. It was I forgot my password after I changed it into new one. It was my housemate that use my laptop with no ethic at all. I hate it and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I was so into Twitter like everyone now in it. So anywho has Twitter, feel free to follow me. It's &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rahimabdul"&gt;rahimabdul&lt;/a&gt;. I was like post a post for every minute LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is Finals for few weeks and I only take few days to study a semester subject. I only took 2 hours for 3 hours paper. I do it superficially fast and I felt so superhero. My friend came to fix my laptop and I change my OS now. I'm trying Microsoft 7 and it turns out to be great. I don't really know what is great about it but for me it is great. The most vital part is it is 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think later I will post some of my possession that I still keep it in great condition. Somebody must see it LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6282307133446155228?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6282307133446155228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6282307133446155228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6282307133446155228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6282307133446155228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/11/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2757462099673855196</id><published>2009-10-23T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:41:33.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened with my life</title><content type='html'>Since the final examinations are just around the corner, so I've been busy with my assignments, reports and projects. So this semester, my Japanese project entitled 「面白い旅行」 which is (Omoshiroi Ryokou/Interesting Trip). I will upload it in youtube.com and copy it here once I reach my home since university's connection blocking youtube.com. The video was totally crap since all of us cannot act and we acted terribly LOL. And thank you to Salmi for helping me translating the 「会話」 (Kaiwa/Dialogue). It was horribly hard for translating the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been diapointed by my housemate. I love my house and love every inch of it but the people inside it make it uncool. Some of them are too lazy for doing chores. So many things I can state here regarding on their laziness for instance, they never prepare any drinking water and when it is empty, they just left it empty and never have anything to replace it. Like the garbages, they just leave it it once the bin is full. It's only us, a minority of the house, to throw away the garbages. I have no idea why they are too lazy for all those chores. They didn't even try to clean dishes after eat and leave it dry in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I want to update but I will update it late. Off to shower first since I feel very sleepy and don't want to fall asleep without a nice bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2757462099673855196?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2757462099673855196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2757462099673855196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2757462099673855196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2757462099673855196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-happened-with-my-life.html' title='What happened with my life'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7160538801036263666</id><published>2009-09-29T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:49:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let sing some songs</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why for my past 2 posts were about Palestine. Maybe it is because of my Arab blood flowing in my vein but that won't relate any ties on it. So here is some songs about Palestine sung by Lebanese number one singer Fairouz. Most of her songs were about the Palestinians being exiled from their mother land. The song Sanarjou is very sad. Just enjoy the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPwTm4upQK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rPwTm4upQK8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuNLMZUHDRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuNLMZUHDRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7160538801036263666?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7160538801036263666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7160538801036263666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7160538801036263666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7160538801036263666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-sing-some-songs.html' title='Let sing some songs'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8160279020855436841</id><published>2009-09-27T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:48:03.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper time...</title><content type='html'>So since I am so boring this time and have so many time so I open some of online newspaper's website and read those news. Nothing uncommon for that until I read those comments in it. You can see the news by &lt;a href="http://www.dagbladet.no/2009/09/27/nyheter/israel/utenriks/krigen_i_gaza/gaza/8312984/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will review some comments which I feel very offensive to me as a Muslim. Some some of the commenter post this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mange av dem er rene griser. Som kjent har muslimene frekt nok bygd sin moske over det gamle tempelet. Som de bruker som av trede.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I translate it for you all in English for clear understanding. 'All of them are pure pig. The Muslim build the mosque and use it violently.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does his mean by rene griser as pure pigs? What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somebody reply to the post as 'Du er en perfekt eksempel på hvorfor det er krig elendiget og rasisme i verden, lykke til i din naive verdensyn.' meaning 'You are the perfect example on why there misery of wars and rasism in this world, good luck to your naive worldview.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some I guess free thinker posted 'Og alle grupperinger, enten de kaller seg jøder eller kristne eller muslimer, ser ut til å være like gode til å lage bråk.' means 'And all groups, whether they call them Jews or Christian or Muslim, seems to be good to make trouble.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevetheless I like this comment 'Men dette handler jo ikke om religion! ' means 'This is not about religion!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well read yourself for better understanding. My translation is not that good so somebody has right idea of it please correct it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8160279020855436841?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8160279020855436841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8160279020855436841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8160279020855436841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8160279020855436841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/09/newspaper-time.html' title='Newspaper time...'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7971072570611141432</id><published>2009-09-23T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:18:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a time to watch this!</title><content type='html'>I found this video in youtube.com and I wish all to take a time watching this. I'm not going to say anything about this but the please not that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Arab race mentioned here is regardless of their religion (they are including Muslims, Christians,etc.) and;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how Marcus try to cover things up by giving examples on other country as bad as his country;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everything shown in a study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EL3lhRBfAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EL3lhRBfAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPWIWo8-W7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPWIWo8-W7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7971072570611141432?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7971072570611141432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7971072570611141432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7971072570611141432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7971072570611141432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-time-to-watch-this.html' title='Take a time to watch this!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6319531459238113665</id><published>2009-09-22T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:10:13.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With this opportunity, I would like to wish everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;br /&gt;also translated as&lt;br /&gt;Happy Eid el Fitr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish this to all my family including my Papa and Mama and my siblings, my aunties and uncles and cousins that I can't go back. I'm having my own good eid in my onw way LOL&lt;br /&gt;To all friends, sorry you all cannot come to my home this eid LOL. No open house for you to go...&lt;br /&gt;And to all muslims in this world regardles your skin colour, your language and either you are shii' or sunni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JUST ENJOY THE CELEBRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6319531459238113665?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6319531459238113665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6319531459238113665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6319531459238113665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6319531459238113665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-wishes_22.html' title='Raya wishes'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5012891913143879447</id><published>2009-09-13T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:15:14.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is a crap??</title><content type='html'>No I'm not saying that my life is a crap but sometimes life on it's cycle. Sometimes we are good and sometimes obstacles appear. Nevertheless I always keep it as good as I always want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened for this week. So on Monday I having a breaking fast with Sarawak's minister which I call her KAK ROHA LOL. Good food and nice crowd, I really have my best on that event. Then I had my interview for my scholarship. Well I really need to have that scholarship since I am not supported in term on monetary, so I hope it will. Then I was having some breaking fast with chief minister of Sabah. Initially it is for Sabahan but who cares since I am one of the community of the Borneo club LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had breaking fast dinner at Secret Recipe which I can say the place is disturbing. To be exact located at SACC Mall and I am not statisfied. It is not a condemntion for the place but I can say their new slogan can be 'We Serve Best Leftover' or 'Our Service Defines Slowness'. It is such a crap serving you with leftover. The chips are those from leftovers and can you all just imagine that they serve the food without fork and knive. They try to expect me to cut the fist with spoon. Disturbia........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I am on marathon watching Grey's Anatomy and literally I cry for every episode. Izzy is sick and O'Melley had a car accident and had severe damage on his face. I read some trivia says the real O'Melley will be replace because the actor is going to quit from the show. I like little Grey because she is dating with Dr. Sloan. He is hot!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5012891913143879447?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5012891913143879447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5012891913143879447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5012891913143879447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5012891913143879447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-life-is-crap.html' title='My life is a crap??'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1612825746188336067</id><published>2009-08-28T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:58:51.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD</title><content type='html'>Recently I am sad with lot of things around me. Those nightmare which hunted me for the whole week and also feelings that I must not cater. So forget that. Thing I want to discuss here is about what will we do whenever we are sad. So no reasons why human being cannot be sad because each of us regardless of our gender, skin colour and our language, we are still human being with some feelings to get sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me whenever I am sad, I just keep quiet and force myself to smile and laugh. Everybody knows that laughter is best medicine but how long it will last? I try this for many times and the result is brilliant but it is only last for few hours and I am back feeling sad again. The best way that I had found is to cry. Even though you look ugly and your man ego prevent you from cry, you actually need to cry. There is a scientific reason for this as crying will release something from brain which I have no idea on it. You can google it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us feeling sad? Of course those sad things make it but how it actually makes us sad? So few possibilities can be argued here. One of it is maybe when we are too stress. Stress is really bad isn't it so the best way is stay away from stress. But to think rational, we cannot stay away from problems actually because the problems will chase us after. So what should we do is that we have to pass through it and assume it as a challenge to life. I promise you that life will be boring if we live it monotonously. So, stress will occur and it is for us for release it by feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is missing somebody. I never yet found anybody who feels happy when they missing someone. This is because normal human who is love and to be loved is one of their our need and it is not a complimentary. As a need in life, we cannot run away from missing the person that we love and this will lead us to sadness. I always miss my mom and everybody that I love but nevertheless I cannot evacuate it from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny thing is that we sometimes feel good when we get sad. Whenever we watch romantic love story which has one sad part on it, we automatically feel sad but at the end of the movie, we feel good because watching such movie. Human is too complex to get stereotype and that makes us unique LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1612825746188336067?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1612825746188336067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1612825746188336067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1612825746188336067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1612825746188336067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/08/sad.html' title='SAD'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3634190617918271444</id><published>2009-08-21T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:38:04.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/So5cpAG3u8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/H0JtatdnhY0/s1600-h/ramadhan-mubarak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/So5cpAG3u8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/H0JtatdnhY0/s320/ramadhan-mubarak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372333264972790722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For now I would like to wish all Muslim in this world to celebrate Ramadhan month and this month is the time for us to achieve the best in our life...Ramadhan Mubarak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3634190617918271444?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3634190617918271444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3634190617918271444&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3634190617918271444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3634190617918271444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/So5cpAG3u8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/H0JtatdnhY0/s72-c/ramadhan-mubarak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7696241568537479288</id><published>2009-08-16T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:19:06.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New movie for weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SoekNP-YGyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ery31A1H8jc/s1600-h/Fritt_Vilt_II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SoekNP-YGyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ery31A1H8jc/s320/Fritt_Vilt_II.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370441628196018978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday my friend called me and he said he was boring so he brought me for movie. So at first we wanted to watch District 9 but the last minute change we watch Fritt Vilt II (literally means Open Season) which in English title is Cold Pray 2. It is a sequel of Fritt Vilt which are showing of a group of snowboaders murdered in one abandon hotel. Fritt Vilt II is about one last survivor which is hunted by the mass murdere at the hospital. It's kind of old movie but worth to watch. I really need to find the first sequal. But I guess the accent is kind of Swedish (correct me please Farah). I bet Azlan will love this LOL. So enjoy the trailler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81JwRZjB31o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81JwRZjB31o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fritt Vilt II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBWRHD_i6nE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBWRHD_i6nE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fritt Vilt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7696241568537479288?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7696241568537479288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7696241568537479288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7696241568537479288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7696241568537479288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-movie-for-weekend.html' title='New movie for weekend'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SoekNP-YGyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ery31A1H8jc/s72-c/Fritt_Vilt_II.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-440388697283098294</id><published>2009-08-07T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:51:33.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarawak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>Why Sarawak is not rich??!!</title><content type='html'>Many people thought that why Sarawak is not rich even though we have forest products and also petroleum? So the answer could be as follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all it all written in National Land Code under Section 42 sub-section 2(b) (Powers of disposal) stated "Nothing in this Act shall enable the State Authority - to  permit the extraction or removal of rock material from any land for the purpose of obtaining metal or mineral therefrom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the note given to me says "Other than these powers of disposal conferred under National Land Code, the State Authority has no power to dispose of - permit the extraction or removal of rock material from any land for the purpose of obtaining metal or rock mineral therefrom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From two notes above, it is shown that the State Authority has no authority upon metal or mineral land on the state itself. All these will go through the federal level. That is the main reason why Sarawak is not rich as any other Sarawakian always question. The State Authority also has no power upon logging product as mentioned also in National Land Code under the same section 2 sub-section 2(c),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to dispose of any land for the purpose of the removal of forest produce therefrom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forest produce here is any forest goods that can make profit such as Balak for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would wonder that petroleum in Malaysia mostly located at sea area so how could it be in such Land Code? The answer would be in Section 5 saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"land include :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the surface of the earth and all substances forming that surface;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the earth below the surface and all substances therein;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all vegetation and other natural products, whether or not requiring the periodical application of labour to their production, and whether on or below the surface;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all things attached to the earth or permanently fastened to any thing attached to the earth, whether on or below the surface; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;land covered by water&lt;/span&gt;;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So would these information make you people clear on how on earth we cannot be richer than any other state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note here that National Land Code only apply for Peninsular Malaysia only but there is no so much different in Sarawak Land Code. And note here that I am not Law student so any mistakes and problems here please leave a comment so I can correct it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-440388697283098294?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/440388697283098294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=440388697283098294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/440388697283098294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/440388697283098294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-sarawak-is-not-rich.html' title='Why Sarawak is not rich??!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4356131836756115032</id><published>2009-08-01T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:36:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backstreet Boys now come up with new album 'This is Us' and as the first single 'Straight Through My Heart'. I can say I was a big fan of this boyband LOL. Now their songs just nice to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMfKvnW_kx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMfKvnW_kx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of the night&lt;br /&gt;Where its dark&lt;br /&gt;In the lights&lt;br /&gt;I heard the loudest noise&lt;br /&gt;A gunshot on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down&lt;br /&gt;And my shirts turning red&lt;br /&gt;Im spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Felt her lips on my neck&lt;br /&gt;And her voice in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Like I missed you&lt;br /&gt;want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Straight through my heart&lt;br /&gt;A single bullet got me&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Straight through my heart&lt;br /&gt;She aimed and she shot me&lt;br /&gt;I just cant believe it&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;No I cant resist&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be hit&lt;br /&gt;I just cant escape this love&lt;br /&gt;Straight through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Soldier down(my heart)&lt;br /&gt;Soldier down(my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I moved&lt;br /&gt;More than on&lt;br /&gt;Thought I could&lt;br /&gt;Fool her charm&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But I cant leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of a love so loud&lt;br /&gt;I just cant, I just cant&lt;br /&gt;Ignore this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Said she misses me&lt;br /&gt;And she wants me&lt;br /&gt;Wants me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of the night&lt;br /&gt;When its dark&lt;br /&gt;In the lights&lt;br /&gt;I heard the loudest noise&lt;br /&gt;A gunshot on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-4356131836756115032?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4356131836756115032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4356131836756115032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4356131836756115032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4356131836756115032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/08/backstreet-boys.html' title='Backstreet Boys'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7881916424196389421</id><published>2009-07-30T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:48:11.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie time!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a friend of mine called me and he asked me to watch a movie. He said he waited this movie for so long and I said OK since I have nothing to do on this break (screw you holidays).  So we go to the theater and watch The Taking of Pelham 123. I've never watch any preview nor anything about this movie but I just go and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful movie plot and nice movie but it's all about psychology. The film is originally based from a novel of a same name by Morton Freedgood. I think I must search for the book because as you all know, there are differences between the film version and the book version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the film, the film is starring by Denzel Washington and John Travolta. John Travolta looked very prison-escape person with fierce face and some tattoo on his neck. I was thinking how he can be a mother in Hairspray and a terrorist in Pelham 123 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you all have to watch it though I wouldn't give it 5 star at all. Maybe 4  star can be considered. Currently I am reading a book Oracle by Ian Watson. The book is about a transportation of a Roman soldier to the current time. Nothing much but the story sounds interesting.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SnFQFRnRqWI/AAAAAAAAALw/4s-it1SWbF0/s1600-h/n2853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SnFQFRnRqWI/AAAAAAAAALw/4s-it1SWbF0/s320/n2853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364156682732677474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7881916424196389421?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7881916424196389421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7881916424196389421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7881916424196389421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7881916424196389421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-time.html' title='Movie time!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SnFQFRnRqWI/AAAAAAAAALw/4s-it1SWbF0/s72-c/n2853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3946753840687092404</id><published>2009-07-27T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:34:28.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we all need to be quarantined?</title><content type='html'>Out campus now declares having a brake since a vital disease broke out hitting the world. I thing it is such a cliche to rite something called Influenza A H1N1 or known as Swine Flu. Recently everyone is wearing a mask and so do I. It's kind of fun to wear it and the mentality of the locals cannot be changed. They keep on asking me why should I wear that mask and my simple answer was I am infected and I bet you how funny their expression was LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not explain anything about Swine Flu since everybody has the knowledge of that but all I can say that nobody is taking any precaution upon that disease. They simply walk the alley with no precaution at all. It is not that wearing mask is a must but at least wash your hand frequently, try to avoid touching things, bring along hand sanitizer and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class took it break for a week since number of students are now suspected to carry the disease and I have nowhere to go. This unplanned holidays make me sick like all I can do is sleep, sleep and more sleep. NO CLASS FOR A WEEK. And I'm out of money now. So I followed one of my friend sleep over at his place. I was like this is a nice place. I like it so much. It is new, quiet with zero pollution. How I wish I can move over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3946753840687092404?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3946753840687092404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3946753840687092404&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3946753840687092404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3946753840687092404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-we-all-need-to-be-quarantined.html' title='Do we all need to be quarantined?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2278714094748679102</id><published>2009-07-24T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:38:31.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a cycle</title><content type='html'>Sorry you guys since I haven't update my blog in many times but I will try my best to settle it. Anyway for you all information, my house officially doesn't have any internet connection since one of my retarded ex-housemate took away the modem and moreover he did that just because he want to revenge that we expel him from this house and as a win-win situation, we are not even pay the internet bill for 2 months. Good to have that eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was my birthday so I would like to thank all my friends that wished me on that. I have endless wished on Facebook and I was so happy and yet I am still now. Gratulerer med Dagen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my semester already started and I'm having my normal life back. Not to say my holiday life was unusual but that I personally feel alive to go to class. At least I have things to do every morning I woke up not that wondering to think what shall I do on the particular day. The best thing is I like all my lecturers that teach me this semester. I don't even feel sleepy in the class. They always make fun even though some will be rated as 'Senior Joke'. What do you thing if you are in class with senior? Golden senior I mean. The best part is I heard one of our department newcomer is and old lady. I don't know her exact age but some said that her older child's age is 25. So can you think how old she is? Some said this is her second degree. I wouldn't care less but that's the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this semester is I got fun Japanese lecturer. He is fun though and he loves to laugh. We all laugh very hard in his class. Usually every 15 minutes before we finish our class, he will ask every each of us a simple questions so he can measure our understanding. As far as I can remember he asked one of my classmate which is way older than me. He asked question but my classmate is not answering the question yet asking back. Well he didn't mean to ask back but his sentence was in question. You will understand if you learn Japanese LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually avoiding myself to write something long because I know people will fed up reading and people only loves to see pictures. But what can I say here, I have no talent on writing, editing pictures, making things beautiful. All in one is being creative. I am not creative at all. I even can't draw and I was wondering what the hack I'm taking construction? Construction is all about drawings and I learn drawings for many years but still can't draw. I even cannot do a straight line even though with the help of ruler. Shame on me but that's the fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will find things to get update here so please be patient. As I told before I can't write but I still going to write something. I wouldn't care much hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2278714094748679102?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2278714094748679102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2278714094748679102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2278714094748679102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2278714094748679102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-cycle.html' title='Life is a cycle'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3375353039615602912</id><published>2009-06-30T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:47:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interracial Marriage!!</title><content type='html'>I read through Najib Razak's blog and his statement was this "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If what I have seen during my recent visits to Sarawak are any indication, the 1Malaysia concept is not only well-supported by the Rakyat, it is a way of life. Sarawakians exemplify what I mean by ‘Unity Through Diversity’, as they collectively honour the cultures and celebrations of their assorted ethnic groups.&lt;/span&gt;" Feel free to read his blog &lt;a href="http://www.1malaysia.com.my/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say that but all I can say that interracial marriage between among Sarawakian occurred since my grandmother was born or even older than that. It is not a strange thing to hear that his parents was Melanau-Chinese or Malay-Iban or whatever races it is but I think it feels awkward to hear that 'I am pure malay' or 'My parents both are Iban'. Well I think because of so many races and we mix with them since we were born so I guess it's not a big problem to live with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3375353039615602912?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3375353039615602912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3375353039615602912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3375353039615602912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3375353039615602912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/06/interracial-marriage.html' title='Interracial Marriage!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2003079299337566766</id><published>2009-06-30T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:29:39.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What It Takes To Be Broken Hearted!</title><content type='html'>I just heard this Pink song (I guess it is new). The lyrics are so meaningful and it resembles my past life. Well past is past and we must move forward LOL. Anyway enjoy the song and no need to be broken hearted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/po8qZvt13vY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/po8qZvt13vY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da da da da, da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can yell any louder&lt;br /&gt;How many time I've kicked you outta here?&lt;br /&gt;Or said something insulting?&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be so mean when I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I am capable of really anything&lt;br /&gt;I can cut you into pieces&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I become so obnoxious?&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you that makes me act like this?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this nasty&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?&lt;br /&gt;The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest&lt;br /&gt;But baby I don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, I promise&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Oh please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be without, you're my perfect little punching bag&lt;br /&gt;And I need you, I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da, da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Da da da, da da&lt;br /&gt;Please, please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;(Da da da, da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;(Da da da, da da)&lt;br /&gt;No, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me, oh no no no.&lt;br /&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please, please don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2003079299337566766?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2003079299337566766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2003079299337566766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2003079299337566766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2003079299337566766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-what-it-takes-to-be-broken.html' title='You Know What It Takes To Be Broken Hearted!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4901884836049827703</id><published>2009-05-31T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:15:50.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I grew up with</title><content type='html'>Well I am 80's baby so in my time, it was RnB songs I grew up with. In fact until now I'm still in love with RnB songs. So this entry I put on some of the songs that I grew up with. So tell me what kind of songs you people grew up with. To be honest I am not a fan of Malay songs (not all) because my father always listen to English songs. So if you want to blame me for that, blame my father in the first place (you won't do that don't you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDbvjqRuMTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDbvjqRuMTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaliyah - Journey to the Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I had promised to review Kent's album but I have no time for that (but the truth is I am soooooo lazy). So what can I say is that 2/3 of the songs in the album is stunning and great so never regret asking that album from mi santa.&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/5725989620548162379-4901884836049827703?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4901884836049827703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4901884836049827703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4901884836049827703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4901884836049827703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-i-grew-up-with.html' title='Music I grew up with'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6821811514440753280</id><published>2009-05-25T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:57:46.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurovision 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watch recent Eurovision for 2009. For your information, Eurovision is a singin competition among all European countries and for this year, Norwegian singer, Alexander Rybak won it. Congratulation. So here I post all songs that I like from Eurovision 2009. So enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiH4BFTELME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Rybak - Fairytale (Norway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skYZeWamLL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skYZeWamLL8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jóhanna - Is It True (Iceland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NF24kGXudpk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NF24kGXudpk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Symphony - Rändajad (Estonia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJX0Ij3WD3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJX0Ij3WD3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina - Bistra Voda (Bosnia and Hezergovina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HV06oUEuCjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HV06oUEuCjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor-de-Lis - Todas As Ruas Do Amor (Portugal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6821811514440753280?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6821811514440753280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6821811514440753280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6821811514440753280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6821811514440753280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/eurovision-2009.html' title='Eurovision 2009'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1980045383427445220</id><published>2009-05-25T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:32:31.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes and night picnic!!</title><content type='html'>Last week my friends and I baked some cupcakes and the process which were easy became worse when I accidentally mistaken with teaspoon to tablespoon and I have to adjust things here and there. Sorry my mistake was that. So I don't want to talk much about it and let the pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4MW-CyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PAX33YBm_oQ/s1600-h/DSC02903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4MW-CyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PAX33YBm_oQ/s320/DSC02903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672533056490274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here was the ingredients mixed and it disperse all over the place LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4fUDYpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H7GXZKIokcc/s1600-h/DSC02910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4fUDYpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H7GXZKIokcc/s320/DSC02910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672538144531090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mixtures were ready now and poured in the cub around 1/3 to 1/2 of the cup. It will grow bigger than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4S-BuoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AJo_iIho8Bg/s1600-h/DSC02922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4S-BuoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AJo_iIho8Bg/s320/DSC02922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672534830922370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was set up in the oven. Can you people see how big it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4vq6auI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0HvgZqm80qs/s1600-h/DSC02927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4vq6auI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0HvgZqm80qs/s320/DSC02927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672542535379682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All done and ready for the topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT44VKuyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Yv6DJ2LcQHQ/s1600-h/DSC02941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT44VKuyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Yv6DJ2LcQHQ/s320/DSC02941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672544860093218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The topping was done and ready to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpUR9UaxcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yROch4r8CpE/s1600-h/DSC02968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpUR9UaxcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yROch4r8CpE/s320/DSC02968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672975695857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The night picnic where this was my first time having it. Just enjoying the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpURxTA1MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fPGOV2Eh0Ww/s1600-h/DSC02988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpURxTA1MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fPGOV2Eh0Ww/s320/DSC02988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339672972468737218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And us and yes credit to Tasha for all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpXVputhfI/AAAAAAAAALA/IZ7bLyYnRDI/s1600-h/DSC02943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpXVputhfI/AAAAAAAAALA/IZ7bLyYnRDI/s320/DSC02943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339676337691788786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Tasha for those cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1980045383427445220?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1980045383427445220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1980045383427445220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1980045383427445220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1980045383427445220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupcakes-and-night-picnic.html' title='Cupcakes and night picnic!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/ShpT4MW-CyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PAX33YBm_oQ/s72-c/DSC02903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1695125970429570963</id><published>2009-05-14T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:49:21.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa gave me gift!!!</title><content type='html'>Well Santa gave me some gift for last Christmas and just received just now. So happy to get it lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sgr4ps4hqrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZafSRpa_m28/s1600-h/edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sgr4ps4hqrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZafSRpa_m28/s320/edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335350103880346290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sgr4ptUv5AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/C350am0PY10/s1600-h/DSC_7818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sgr4ptUv5AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/C350am0PY10/s320/DSC_7818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335350103998718978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here the packaging photo that I willingly censored the address for privacy purposes. I requested for Kent CD 'Tillbaka till Samtiden'. Obviously I like the music generally, so the next post I will review the music one by one. The CD is still virgin and Santa never dare to touch it LOL. Thanks Santa for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1695125970429570963?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1695125970429570963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1695125970429570963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1695125970429570963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1695125970429570963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/santa-gave-me-gift.html' title='Santa gave me gift!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sgr4ps4hqrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZafSRpa_m28/s72-c/edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-606817673936096400</id><published>2009-05-11T13:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:16:44.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sge7RjTYo3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/htbHr-IXAqo/s1600-h/W850FH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sge7RjTYo3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/htbHr-IXAqo/s320/W850FH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334438193852359538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This phone was stolen inside my own home. It is house breaking and we lost 5 phones in one go. It's been a week and I would like to celebrate one week anniversary of losing my phone. In memory... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-606817673936096400?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/606817673936096400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=606817673936096400&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/606817673936096400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/606817673936096400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-memory.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sge7RjTYo3I/AAAAAAAAAJo/htbHr-IXAqo/s72-c/W850FH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6037296418296931021</id><published>2009-05-11T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:31:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's French time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I browse through iTunes and found these several French song which I think would be interested to share. Watch, listen and enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNlAz1tYWAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNlAz1tYWAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic System feat Khaled - Même pas fatigué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6LTFPRbY3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6LTFPRbY3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Coeur de Pirate - Comme des enfants&lt;/span&gt;&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/5725989620548162379-6037296418296931021?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6037296418296931021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6037296418296931021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6037296418296931021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6037296418296931021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-french-time.html' title='It&apos;s French time'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8603595955783800019</id><published>2009-05-11T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:22:38.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extrovert or Introvert</title><content type='html'>The definition for introvert is a shy or reticent person while extrovert is an outgoing or socially confident person. I don't really know which part I am in because I am both of it, introvert and extrovert. I may be looking friendly and easy going but I have a big problem on meeting somebody new. So which category I am in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am inextrovert (something I would call myself as mixing introvert and extrovert), I keep on meeting somebody knew since I am new in this place (the place I'm living in). I meet with friends of friend of mine and they are doing sort of Multilevel Marketing. They keep on saying that I must be in a rich family. I have no idea why they were saying that but most important thing is it makes no sense. It's really irritating and annoys me. It is kind of rude to tell somebody that he/she is rich so moral of the story is never do that. Impolite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8603595955783800019?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8603595955783800019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8603595955783800019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8603595955783800019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8603595955783800019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/extrovert-or-introvert.html' title='Extrovert or Introvert'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8581916652555761144</id><published>2009-05-04T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:39:52.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typisk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ess I Ermet'/><title type='text'>Reis meg opp</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, for the whole my exam weeks, I never had a gut to update my blog and result it is so empty. Don't blame me for that. So for this entry, I am going to present you all the new video of some reality TV programme. It is sort of choir theme and they sing 'reis meg opp' which literally means 'raise me up' LOL. So whatever it is, watch it and give some gago comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfyHSbVXcvo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfyHSbVXcvo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I present you all another video straight direct from Norway (like wise I took it from youtube LOL). I'm not a sort of rapping fan but I think the chorus part is interesting so for anyone who does not speak Norwegian (am I trying to point my finger to myslef?), don't try to understand it. Actually just found this sont in itune store while I browse it. The song called Typisk which means typical and I would put this shoutout 'JEG ER TYPISK IKKE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFIVi-cxWsM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFIVi-cxWsM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially now I would like to inform that my finals are over so anywho who wish to disturb me, please to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8581916652555761144?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8581916652555761144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8581916652555761144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8581916652555761144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8581916652555761144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/05/reis-meg-opp.html' title='Reis meg opp'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5966791683020733123</id><published>2009-04-15T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:49:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long-time-no-post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephanie - Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkRDKjmhKKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkRDKjmhKKE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;このビデオはステファニーの不レンズです。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5966791683020733123?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5966791683020733123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5966791683020733123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5966791683020733123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5966791683020733123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='The long-time-no-post'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8685564136122542338</id><published>2009-04-01T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:15:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SdJA35ec4UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KK3LUIzrut8/s1600-h/birthday-cake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SdJA35ec4UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KK3LUIzrut8/s320/birthday-cake.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319385438943502658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for today, on the March 31st, is my father's birthday. His 60th birthday hahaha. I wonder how can he gets old that fast (like wise I'm not getting old too). Well with all my love to you, Happy Birthday and may have warm of love from your family, prosperous life and I love you very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8685564136122542338?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8685564136122542338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8685564136122542338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8685564136122542338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8685564136122542338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SdJA35ec4UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KK3LUIzrut8/s72-c/birthday-cake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8778512516136060727</id><published>2009-03-16T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:45:55.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superstition'/><title type='text'>Superstitions</title><content type='html'>Do you have any superstitions that you always do or never do or must do? I don't really know if I have any superstition (as I notice). But if you browse in the internet, many celebrities have their own superstitions and they are not shy on believing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstition can be defined as ... (I have no idea on defining the superstition) but the general idea is that to believe that the world is governed by chance or caprice. I have many superstitions believe when I was little. One of it is 'do not point direct to the rainbow by your  forefinger'. This was passed down by generations and we never point rainbows (up until now I never bother about rainbows). What more eh, I think I want to list them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not lay on your belly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not cut your nail at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never sit of sleep in front of the door (which people never do that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my lucky day which is on Thursday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My unlucky day felt on Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salt should be revengeful and vinegar forgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never sit on pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must thought in other way to gain the other way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never put pillow on my back because I believe that is ghost appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I sleep, I must cover my toe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think I am crazy believing that such of things. If you all have any superstitions that you think you want to share. Please do share to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8778512516136060727?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8778512516136060727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8778512516136060727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8778512516136060727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8778512516136060727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/03/superstitions.html' title='Superstitions'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8640615468543554158</id><published>2009-03-09T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:55:29.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myslef'/><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found something from Gossipink (sort of link) and answer some questions immediately and the result is below. Try it yourself &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/"&gt;www.quizbox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well this is so true that I am down-to-earth type of person. I am vary straight to the point. And I am a good listener and actually listen to both sides of argument. As a problem solver, I don't really know this LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really looking on person's appearance but it is one of the criteria LOL. I like serious type of person. This column is so general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Absolutely yes. I cannot simply just fall in love with person who I just know for few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no comment on this since I don't know what people think of me but finding myself with plenty of date, I never been in one single date. Poor me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I really feel education is important but the main reason I do this is because I was forced by my father. And also family pressure since everybody is getting their master degree now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Indeed yes. I did my diploma in QS and my degree in Estate Management. I don't know what will I choose as my focus path. The most important now is live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From my statement above, did I sound confident. You can judge but then since I'm doing my own path, live my life to the fullest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Very true. I need somebody to rely when I am on trouble. Mainly my sister but when my sister are not around, friends will be my prey LOL. Maybe I am too spoil to face it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I laugh too loud for this. I am confident on anything but very shy to face somebody. Mood swing is the must. I have no idea for this. Most of the time I am calm but I can be a tornado in any second. A destructive vortex I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8640615468543554158?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8640615468543554158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8640615468543554158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8640615468543554158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8640615468543554158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1515829722997655552</id><published>2009-03-03T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:51:45.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Killer'/><title type='text'>Murder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sa1CPjUuhzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MLTgdfW97JQ/s1600-h/crime_scene_investigator_death_murder_killer_body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sa1CPjUuhzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MLTgdfW97JQ/s320/crime_scene_investigator_death_murder_killer_body.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308972370687330098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning I had my class as usual but something bizarre happened. I was going out from my house around 7.30 am and the bus which I use everyday had its pit stop at Section 2 Shah Alam. So nothing bizarre until my friend saw two polices where one of them was armed. Then he saw some dead body. I was not really into such news but this is the first time I saw body dumped at the busy road.&lt;br /&gt;My friend (other friend) snapped some picture (and the police 'hoi' him) of the body and I have the copy but I think it would be inappropriate to post such picture here so I substitute the picture with that funny cartoon.   &lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts lingering inside my mind and one of my opinions is maybe that body was killed at other place and dumped at Section 2. The body was wearing some smart office wear so another thought was he was robbed after he finished his work. Forget to tell, the body was a male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1515829722997655552?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1515829722997655552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1515829722997655552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1515829722997655552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1515829722997655552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/03/murder.html' title='Murder'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/Sa1CPjUuhzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MLTgdfW97JQ/s72-c/crime_scene_investigator_death_murder_killer_body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7001931287223851741</id><published>2009-02-27T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:41:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantity Surveying vs. Estate Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I actually don't want to compare the any of this two but eventually I'm in delema on which one should I choose. So simple briefing on these two courses. Quantity Surveying or also known as QS is a profession that range between on before the construction start untill finish the defect liability period. While Estate Management is something that value the property which is landed property. QS scope of work is not broad as Estate scope where QS just lingering upon construction only. QS posesed with many calculation while Estate do lots of reading. QS and Estate live in same house of Faculty of Architecture, Planning and Survey (where in my university call it).&lt;br /&gt;So I did my diploma in QS and my bachelor degree in Estate Management. So these two courses or programme is totally in the different field. Both programmes give a bright working opportunity later. But even though I'm doing Estate Management now, I still feel in love with QS. Compare it to your first love that QS was my first love and Estate is my new love. I'm in delema now to choose either what am I doing now is right or wrong. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7001931287223851741?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7001931287223851741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7001931287223851741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7001931287223851741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7001931287223851741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/quantity-surveying-vs-estate-management.html' title='Quantity Surveying vs. Estate Management'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2883590549472144641</id><published>2009-02-26T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:51:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bad day</title><content type='html'>To express my feeling towards this post, I'll use my own mother tongue because I feel it very original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok mok cerita hal paling kimak dalam hidup. Petang tadik dalam kol empat gia balit la dari class sebab class dah abis (apa mok di tunggu gik nak). So as usual terus la nuggu bas T603. Dah la hari sik bagus kedak ujan-ujan sikit. So datang la first bas tek. Nang penuh lalu so sik kisah la bas ya. Tunggu jak la bas lain. Dah la kekerapan bas T603 ya nang lambat. So datang la second bas. Oleh sebab mata tok sik awas gilak (orang tua sekali jak bunyi). So sik tangga gilak la no. bas ya dari jauh. So bila dah dekat tek baruk perasa ya T603 so berdiri la tepi jeraya tek. Nok paling cilaka eh, driver bas ya dengan gambong sik mok berenti. Apa gik Fika dalam bas ya tukang netak jak la LOL. Maka bas sik penuh bah. Brainless sekali jak driver ya. So dengan hati mok nendang bas ya (aku rasa bukan bas ya pelantin), duduk jak la. Pasrah jak nunggu next bas. So datang la bas seterusnya so dapat la nait. Ya pun berimpit ngan rompuan bau angit di depan muka ngan rompuan Iran tua nok lebik lalu ya rah belakang. Tahan jak la napas demi mok sampe ke rumah. Berenti bas rah depan stesyen rah menara eh, lalu la rami nembiak rompuan mok masok. Sigek gik pekerjaan nembiak rompuan rah menara ya. Tauk bas ya penuh nak (nang sampe ke tanggak ya eh), gik juak meradak dirik ke dalam. Kelak bisin 'eh penuh la bas ni'. Tauk penuh gik juak meradah. Brainless ada jak. So sampe ke rumah tek pegi la NODDON rah di dibah ya alang-alang before nait atas. So lekak beli barang tek, terus la ke lift. Sigek gik nama rompuan cina brainless eh (maybe nembiak Unisel ya because sidak dari gate belakang) nang sik di gago nya pintu lift tutup. Maka kita tek dah dekat, nerais gik ya, sidak polah don't know jak. Sik cilaka pa nama ya. Tangga tek sidak berenti rah tingkat 6 so sama level ngan aku. So dengan bangga nya sampe jak tingkat 6 ya terus nerais 'bodo cina ya'. Hahaha I don't mean to be racist but they are chinese so I just shout at them. Sik tauk la sidak denga ka sik but hopefully sidak denga hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2883590549472144641?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2883590549472144641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2883590549472144641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2883590549472144641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2883590549472144641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-bad-day.html' title='It&apos;s a bad day'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4207167218732427315</id><published>2009-02-22T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:50:59.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>犬と私の１０の約束     10 Promises To My Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaFTxVhKNOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J4qJgAdhZxE/s1600-h/10promisestomydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaFTxVhKNOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J4qJgAdhZxE/s320/10promisestomydog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613943074075874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaFTx9GX5qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/K4sXkCWrJGA/s1600-h/10_Promises_To_My_Dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaFTx9GX5qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/K4sXkCWrJGA/s320/10_Promises_To_My_Dog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305613953699145378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished watching this movie through YouTube which I called it as 'Gedung Video Anda'. I saw this movie last year but never able to buy it until now and this evening, when I was bored, this title just popped and immediately I search in YouTube. This movie entitled '10 Promises To My Dog' (official English title) or official Japanese title is 「犬と私の１０の約束」 which literally translated (My Dog and My 10 Promises).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is all about one girl name Akari Saito who had a a puppy. Her mother made her 10 promises to her dog named 'Socks' 「ソクス」. She grew up with Socks and have many memories with her. Akari's mother told her that the dog live only for 10 years. One day when she became a vaterinarian, she started to forget Socks and forgetting her 10 promises. When Akira reach her 24th birthday, she just remember her dog already reach 10 years and started from that, her dog was sick. The critical part is when Socks died next to Akira. You should watch this movie youself so you can see the storyline clearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-4207167218732427315?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4207167218732427315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4207167218732427315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4207167218732427315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4207167218732427315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-promises-to-my-dog.html' title='犬と私の１０の約束     10 Promises To My Dog'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaFTxVhKNOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/J4qJgAdhZxE/s72-c/10promisestomydog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2572560793943909131</id><published>2009-02-22T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:28:47.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have bad skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This two pictures show my hand skin which lately have this red spot and feel so itchy. I don't really know the cause of it but I really regret it so much. Maybe the lotion I use but I think I use it for long time and have no problems with it. I have no idea what it is but I think I should seek doctor as soon as possible. Can somebody has idea about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1D0TZN2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WlaFTE0Cp04/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1D0TZN2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WlaFTE0Cp04/s320/DSC01409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305509806970845026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My left hand that is getting recovery now but still I hate the look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1D3VRLpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/G-tdkYBWnoY/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1D3VRLpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/G-tdkYBWnoY/s320/DSC01415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305509807784013458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My right hand elbow that is having this darn red spot!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1EPS84kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ck1K3aqGf58/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1EPS84kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ck1K3aqGf58/s320/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305509814216745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anybody found the picture familiar? LOL. I bet &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://mdazlanmd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Azlan&lt;/a&gt; must found this mug very familiar. It says " I'M A WORKAHOLIC. MENTION WORK AND I GET DRUNK ". Well to tell the truth, I am not a workaholic type of person. I am very lazy to do things even if just to have 'business' in the toilet. I suppose to do my work today but end up writing my blog which I have so many idea to write and yet lazy to do it so. It seems raining at the outside and this will add on my laziness. My workaholic definition should be mentioned as above as work and get drunk because of my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read so many blogs and each person blog brings up beautiful word using thus making it so likeable to read (give a hand of applause). My blog is so like an article in the wikipedia. It is bored but I have no idea how to make it interesting. I should enrich my language use and use more monologue idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I read something about the Brookes (Sarawak Rajah) and I found some good trivia on James Brooke. Founder of Sarawak (maybe on modern Sarawak I guess). He is not mentioned gay but I personally think that he is gay. Firstly, he is officially not married until he died and having lack interest to women (sceptical), and he has one emotinal bond (which I can say scandal)  with the locals named Badruddin to whom he wrote "my love for him was deeper than anyone I knew". Isn't that things lingering your mind now? And it was told that he was in love with Charles T. C. Grant and obviously that name belongs to a male (it was wrote that that time Grant was still 16). However some rumours had been told that James Brooke had a child where the evidence found that one person somewhere in England at that time named George Brooke has the birthplace Sarawak, Borneo. Another rumours said that he was married with Malay girl named Pangeran Anak Fatima by Muslim rites. Pangeran Anak Fatima was a granddaughter of Omar Ali Saifuddin II, Sultan of Brunei. For more info you can check on &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Brooke"&gt;James Brooke&lt;/a&gt; on Wikipedia.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2572560793943909131?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2572560793943909131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2572560793943909131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2572560793943909131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2572560793943909131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-bad-skin.html' title='I have bad skin'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SaD1D0TZN2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WlaFTE0Cp04/s72-c/DSC01409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6700645146282437968</id><published>2009-02-20T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:35:16.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>List of Nothingness</title><content type='html'>I have many list in my entire life such Wish List, Assignment List, List-To-Do and also Canceled-Class List LOL. So the first list is my books list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An Introduction to Property Valuation.&lt;br /&gt;2. Malaysian Land Code new amendment (pink cover).&lt;br /&gt;3. Construction Economy(I suppose use this book when I do my diploma but never buy it).&lt;br /&gt;4. All sets of Twilight Saga. I have the e-book version but I need the real book.&lt;br /&gt;5. Harry Potter series. I also have the e-book version and I need the real book too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my assignment list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mdm. Morni's assignment on Local Government.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prof. Norini's assignment which I think due next week.&lt;br /&gt;3. Prof. Zainal's assignment which occur every week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Report Writing which is boring but I shouldn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mdm. Hasmida's (I don't know how to spell her name) assignment but absolutely not Land Use assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Millions of money which I maybe shit on money. Endless of money supply until I have no point on wasting my money.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I just need money because anything can be bought by money. Mastercard lied saying money can't buy or such but everything can be bought by money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be many other list to be listed here but I am too lazy to think of all that so try to do your own list and find out what you really need and what you don't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6700645146282437968?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6700645146282437968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6700645146282437968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6700645146282437968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6700645146282437968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/list-of-nothingness.html' title='List of Nothingness'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3026752900223892859</id><published>2009-02-20T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:26:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>List these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;    * Tell 7 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;    * Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;    * Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;    * Leave a comment for each blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I can speak many languages and I always practicing it in front of my friends and they all are getting annoyed because they cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;    * I like to write blog but always end up with no idea in my head.&lt;br /&gt;    * I like perfume and like it so much and almost can name all perfumes sell in market (ok I lie). Most favourite perfume is FlowerByKenzo and least favourite perfume is strong smell perfume which is not appropriate to name it here.&lt;br /&gt;    * I like dogs and really like them. I like when they obey us and listen to us. They are cute but most dog breeds that I like are in sport group dog and I hate those miniature dogs which tend to look so weak (dog-ist).&lt;br /&gt;    * I hate Lizards and the like and Frogs and the like. I hate lizards most because of many reasons but one major reason is that they have bended knees. I don't know why but it seems I hate their legs and also frog legs. But the sweetest reptile that I like is snake. They have no legs and they are not sticky, soft skin and gorgeous face with luxury sense LOL. But I do like snakes.&lt;br /&gt;    * I love fame and glamour life and always imagine myself in that kind of life. My current dream is that I want to get an offer to act in Ugly Betty for season 4 LOL. And I like also modelling stuff and Victoria's Secret is so my type (do you all recognise my slang now?).&lt;br /&gt;    * Most of my class is in the morning and I am an early bird so Linda cannot challenge my. With my obedient sense of life, I go to all my classes despite wither to submit the assignment or just attend the class (do you feel me LYN?). But the main reason I go to class is because attendant is compulsory and I can be fined for not attending the class!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell 7 unspectacular quirks of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I like to touch my nose because I like my nose (I lie again). I have no idea why I like to touch my nose but I watched somewhere that people who lie tends to touch their nose but I touch my nose when I walk and do these connected?&lt;br /&gt;    * I like to suck my fingers because that is my habit. I don't think it is quirk enough but with this age, I should stop sucking fingers.&lt;br /&gt;    * I like to twist my hair (but not like slut twisting their hair) when I'm in class listening to lecturers. I feel like my brain is sucking all the information while I twist my hair so from now on, I should twist more hair or maybe my head.&lt;br /&gt;    * I have destructive hand where everything which is in good condition will tear apart when it drops into my hand. So the conclusion for this matter, my friends around me always have constructive hand. &lt;br /&gt;    * I savour and praise all designer works but never bother to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;    * I am very shy person even though people always misconstrue me for being friendly to anonymous, energetic and such. I'm very shy on meeting new people especially when I was alone, but never get shy on giving speak to public because crapping is one of my profession.&lt;br /&gt;    * I have so many nicknames either it was given by friends or I search for it. Currently my classmates call me RARA which is my initial 2 letters of my name. They asked me what should they call me, so I said you can call me any names you like maybe RARA or whatever and until now some call me RARA and some call me old nickname aiem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://mdazlanmd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Azlan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://sunparasite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://abzzone-network.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://fiveseventhree2n.blogspot.com/"&gt;Acap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://angelsuzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://discographyitamputeh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Redzu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * &lt;a href="http://naelbirai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lobo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynnanuar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment for each blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lazy to tagged people so whoever read this just know that they are tagged ok!!! (SKALI NANGGA TEK SEMUA ORG JAK D TAGGED)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3026752900223892859?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3026752900223892859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3026752900223892859&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3026752900223892859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3026752900223892859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/list-these-rules-on-your-blog.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6740651077780710091</id><published>2009-02-01T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:51:44.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What race are you?</title><content type='html'>I just watched Tyra Show regarding of what race people think you are and this give me a simple idea on what people thinking of me. Well in Malaysia, people don't really judge you on 'you are Chinese' or 'you are Malay' just what I saw on Tyra Show (this makes me think American will classify you like this). But I have hard time with Chinese where in my blood line, I only have very few Chinese blood (my grandmother's father on my mother side) where I maybe classify as non-Chinese but I have this Chinese-kind-look-like face. So the hardest thing is whenever I buy goods on Chinese shop, they will talk Chinese to me where I can only speak few words in Chinese and it sounds like mad Chinese LOL. I need to confess to them that I do not speak Chinese. It's no offense for this but sometimes I'm getting tired and sometimes it was fun too. So what can I do to tell people that I am not Chinese and I don't speak Chinese? So any idea for that, just drop some comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6740651077780710091?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6740651077780710091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6740651077780710091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6740651077780710091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6740651077780710091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-race-are-you.html' title='What race are you?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7996267211608824036</id><published>2009-01-28T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:08:32.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Ipoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SX9MBJHoT5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZruvnC2Tq_I/s1600-h/Ipoh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SX9MBJHoT5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZruvnC2Tq_I/s320/Ipoh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296035269322493842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just back from Ipoh this evening and having my chit-chat with housemates now. Well for 4 days in Ipoh really burnt my skin well. I went there just to have some 'proposing' ceremony and holiday for sure. I went to Lata-Kijang on the third day and soaking myself on the gloomy day LOL. We went for movie after and nothing much to say actually. The picture still with my friend and I need time to take it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SX9MBfHWzdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lyE_HeO_mPA/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SX9MBfHWzdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lyE_HeO_mPA/s320/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296035275226926546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why recently I have this stomach ache and have feelings like farting all the time while no gas evacuated. Can somebody helps me for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7996267211608824036?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7996267211608824036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7996267211608824036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7996267211608824036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7996267211608824036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/01/ipoh.html' title='Ipoh'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SX9MBJHoT5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZruvnC2Tq_I/s72-c/Ipoh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1800076620502803060</id><published>2009-01-22T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:27:19.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm bored too so I get this from my beloved Sunparasite</title><content type='html'>RANDOM FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real name: Rahim Abdul&lt;br /&gt;002. Nicknames: aieem&lt;br /&gt;003. Married: It is just good being single&lt;br /&gt;004. Zodiac sign: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or female: Somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;006. Age: 21&lt;br /&gt;007. High school: Some call it MIS and some call it TUNAZ or MADRASAH&lt;br /&gt;008. College: The biggest university in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;009. Residence: Kuching&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair color: KARAT colour&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short hair: short for sure&lt;br /&gt;012. Smoke: Try to get it stop&lt;br /&gt;013. Drink: I like plan water&lt;br /&gt;014. Available: Available to be accessed&lt;br /&gt;015. Are you a health freak: I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;016. Weight : Can somebody guess it???&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush?: I love Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;018. Do you like yourself: I do&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: No&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: I have my imaginary tattoo on my back&lt;br /&gt;021. Righty or lefty: Right handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. First surgery: I'm scared of knife&lt;br /&gt;023: First piercing: Can I pierce myself on my butt??&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend/s: Some primary school friends but it was long ago&lt;br /&gt;025. First award: Best listener lol&lt;br /&gt;026. First memory: When I was born (ok I lied)&lt;br /&gt;027. First pet: One cat mother with 5 kittens and I name them by number&lt;br /&gt;028. First vacation: Going back to my mother place&lt;br /&gt;029. First concert: Some silly concert that is improper to be mentioned&lt;br /&gt;030. First crush: I love Tuesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. Last time you went out: I go out everyday to go to class&lt;br /&gt;032. Last time you had a good time: Average is in the morning&lt;br /&gt;033. Last time you cried: My eyes watering&lt;br /&gt;034. Last award: Best listener and I always had that&lt;br /&gt;035. Last trip abroad: Maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;036. Last concert: I can't remember but I wish to go Kent concer. Miss Farah can you bring me there???&lt;br /&gt;037. Last album you bought: Rockferry&lt;br /&gt;038. Last song you played: Wir sind Helden&lt;br /&gt;039. Last phone call: My brother call bothing about my wasted money&lt;br /&gt;040. Last laugh: I laugh until I cannot laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICK ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. Summer or winter: Spring and autumn&lt;br /&gt;042. Rainy or sunny: Rainy because I like wet&lt;br /&gt;043. Britney or Christina: Christina &lt;br /&gt;044. TV or YouTube: YouTube because even TV program in it and WhoseLineIsItAnyway?&lt;br /&gt;045. Oprah or Tyra: Oprah because I'm old&lt;br /&gt;046. McD’s or KFC: McD &lt;br /&gt;047. Soccer or tennis: Tennis&lt;br /&gt;048. New York or San Francisco: Have no intention to go there but I prefer NewYork because it wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Svin&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Øl&lt;br /&gt;051. Wearing: Slevelss and narrow naked&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: Beauty sleep&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Some businessman answering his 2 phones at one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Food: Svin er godt!!!&lt;br /&gt;055. Drinks: Øl er godt også!&lt;br /&gt;056. Colors: Black and white or monochrome&lt;br /&gt;057. Numbers: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: Yea and I want them in colours&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: No!!!&lt;br /&gt;060. Life: I lik Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;061. Goals: Money&lt;br /&gt;062. Where will you live: Somewhere where nobody can recognise me&lt;br /&gt;063. Buy a house: I'm so into property now&lt;br /&gt;064. Buy a car: It's depreciated value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. Love your mom?: Very much&lt;br /&gt;067. Love your dad?: He's ok.&lt;br /&gt;068. Are they still together?: I cannot imagine if they saperated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;069. Hugs or kisses: Kiss or Frenchkiss&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: Shorter so I can be tall&lt;br /&gt;071. Lean or plump: I have no idea but it's obvious that I like Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantic of course &lt;br /&gt;073 . Nice stomach or nice arms: OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;074 . Sensitive or loud: Can you just give me Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;075 . Hook-ups or relationships: Having my romance with Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Bungee-jumped: Scared but I'll try someday&lt;br /&gt;077. Shook hands with someone important: No need for that&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: No&lt;br /&gt;079. Drank bubbles: And I'll get my seizure &lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts: Yes and many time and it was embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: That when I was retarded (no offense)&lt;br /&gt;082. Liked someone younger: No&lt;br /&gt;083. Older: Yea and they always be old&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone’s heart: Yes and I was so sorry for that. Karma cycle!!&lt;br /&gt;085. Been arrested: I'm not going to blacklisted my name&lt;br /&gt;086. Turned someone down: Is it somekind like breaking someone heart&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: I did and it was my uncle&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend: Obviously not falling in love with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: I do&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: It hapens many time&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: No&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: I have to because it's written in my religion&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: Santa Clause is coming to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;094. Sex on the first date: I did lol!!!! SILLY&lt;br /&gt;095. the more you hate, the more you love: Owh, true!!&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: An angle brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with you right now?: My Tuesday and my so-not-botak&lt;br /&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at a time?: Not even one&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?: I do because I cannot bear myself being freethinker (no offense)&lt;br /&gt;100. Will you tag 10 people to continue this game: No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1800076620502803060?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1800076620502803060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1800076620502803060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1800076620502803060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1800076620502803060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-im-bored-too-so-i-get-this-from.html' title='Since I&apos;m bored too so I get this from my beloved Sunparasite'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6732838455306565627</id><published>2009-01-22T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:24:15.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Natalia?</title><content type='html'>Last week my former classmate bring us to join some fest (where I had not to pay anything lol) at Pak Li at Shah Alam. That was our last meeting before this summer because she will be back for summer and also for the Hari Raya. Here also I attach the video of her saying goodbye (where she was at that time holding her tears up) and also two of her bestfriends burst the tears out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UoYqT4r-ew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UoYqT4r-ew&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6732838455306565627?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6732838455306565627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6732838455306565627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6732838455306565627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6732838455306565627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-is-natalia.html' title='Where is Natalia?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7072003445660586873</id><published>2008-12-27T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:35:57.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time for German</title><content type='html'>Well I post some videos of my German favourite band so the first is Die zeit heilt alle Wunder by Wir sind Helden (I don't know why Germans like to write someting with capital later in the middle of the sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5d9dOg6lZI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5d9dOg6lZI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and second is Ich sand die ganze Zeit von dir by Tomte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRIiB2WIwcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRIiB2WIwcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all can enjoy these songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7072003445660586873?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7072003445660586873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7072003445660586873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7072003445660586873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7072003445660586873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-time-for-german.html' title='It is time for German'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5671086006568499789</id><published>2008-12-17T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:32:13.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>December brings three main celebration for me which are Eid el Adha (Saha Eidek), Christmas and also New Year Eve. For one time, I want to wish all readers Selamat Hari Raya, Marry Christmas and Happy New Year lol. Well last week, my friend and I went out and we found this big Xmas Tree at the Spring so we have our time taking picture there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwOAXruXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LLpkf7M8zs/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwOAXruXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LLpkf7M8zs/s320/DSC01254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280734686500075890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwPvaGPXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l-eqiE_Pd-A/s1600-h/DSC01266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwPvaGPXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l-eqiE_Pd-A/s320/DSC01266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280734716306537842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwP2IjCXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lrZl1A89faI/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwP2IjCXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lrZl1A89faI/s320/DSC01267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280734718111975794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk with one of my new friend from The Philippines. I told him I am a Muslim and he asked me something about Islam. Then I told him that Muslims don't eat pork. He said he already knew and thought pig is a holy animal in Islam. I was laughed hearing that lol. I explained to him that pig is the dirtiest animal so that is why Muslims don't eat pork. Kind of funny hearing Non-Muslim in Non-Islamic country. I bet Non-Muslim in Malaysia know Islam more than other Non-Muslim around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5671086006568499789?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5671086006568499789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5671086006568499789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5671086006568499789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5671086006568499789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjwOAXruXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6LLpkf7M8zs/s72-c/DSC01254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-9197108712757405227</id><published>2008-12-17T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:56:42.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Outs</title><content type='html'>I had my 'sister-in-law' (which I don't know how to express her relation me me) anime gathering at Swinburn organised by SAMS (Swinburn itself organization). She brang along her siblings and my brother brang along us hahaha... We had our Japanese food and watched some perfomances by the student themselves. I that night wore Jinbei (some Japanese type of clothing). Here are the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnCJsGXbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j7nYUvo9FFI/s1600-h/DSC01230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnCJsGXbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j7nYUvo9FFI/s320/DSC01230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280724587238546866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Our food that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnCGccFZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DG-G1wgD1c4/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnCGccFZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DG-G1wgD1c4/s320/DSC01234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280724586367554962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ヴィデル(Videl) were having her show that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnB_yqjwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gVAbq9P6zDU/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnB_yqjwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gVAbq9P6zDU/s320/DSC01233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280724584581730050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;ヴィデル(Videl) so rangkak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnBszn7HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/B57G3IJlfgs/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnBszn7HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/B57G3IJlfgs/s320/DSC01229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280724579485478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I made this myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For last Sunday, I went out with my new friends and we had out steamboat and something like Korean BBQ at the place which I don't know the name. Having my great time that time and I was so damn full.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjkHhu_otI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Rt3D_puA0kE/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjkHhu_otI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Rt3D_puA0kE/s320/DSC01268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280721381057602258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That was my new friends, Zai and Sis Netty. Thanks to Netty for the food. (Gocchisamadeshita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjkHp1VmSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F9Otqh7nVK8/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjkHp1VmSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F9Otqh7nVK8/s320/DSC01269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280721383231691042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That was my chicken, mutton and beef burn in hell hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5725989620548162379-9197108712757405227?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/9197108712757405227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=9197108712757405227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9197108712757405227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9197108712757405227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/12/hang-outs.html' title='Hang Outs'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SUjnCJsGXbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j7nYUvo9FFI/s72-c/DSC01230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3337389765191610601</id><published>2008-12-06T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:17:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am doing this holiday</title><content type='html'>Nothing much I've done this holiday just that everyday I start my day with&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliWAktzOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hGnihATZ274/s1600-h/facebook-logo-289-75.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliWAktzOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hGnihATZ274/s320/facebook-logo-289-75.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356568691887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliXRS8UjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VnjWI0qIguk/s1600-h/85563_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliXRS8UjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VnjWI0qIguk/s320/85563_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356590360613426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliX33j_mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dHvSyuV1DxI/s1600-h/msn+logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliX33j_mI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dHvSyuV1DxI/s320/msn+logo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356600714755682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These three items really make my day for no reason. I will check my facebook if i have messages, sign in for my YM and MSN if somebody wants to talk to me and such. Then I will go for PSP and play &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PATAPON&lt;/span&gt;. Interesting game and PON. You must follow the beat to move and attact. Actually the game is for some little children but I am still little child.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlp40A4tFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1M_xISMWAjk/s1600-h/Patapon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlp40A4tFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1M_xISMWAjk/s320/Patapon.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276364863197197394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlu38oZOKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rSaFpIFRBOw/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlu38oZOKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rSaFpIFRBOw/s320/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370345888659618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlu3o1uHmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bt7JIv_M8m0/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlu3o1uHmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Bt7JIv_M8m0/s320/DSC01145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370340575845986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PATAPON&lt;/span&gt; without morning bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fun game to play. I also play PS2 and thanks to Farah F. for the game that she lend to me. I was out of games and she let me some RPG game such &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SUIKODEN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SPYRO&lt;/span&gt;.  These are the games that she lend to me...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlu4MCHt3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wsqTPE8cXnI/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STlu4MCHt3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/wsqTPE8cXnI/s320/DSC01177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276370350023096178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3337389765191610601?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3337389765191610601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3337389765191610601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3337389765191610601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3337389765191610601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-am-doing-this-holiday.html' title='What I am doing this holiday'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STliWAktzOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hGnihATZ274/s72-c/facebook-logo-289-75.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-9011279580874778938</id><published>2008-12-01T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:50:58.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Goblin</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I went out with my sister-in-law-going-to-be-lamak-lagik. At first I went out with my sister. Nowhere to go just that having round while puffing some cigarette lol. End up my sister-in-law called my sister and asked to go to McD accompanying her and her sister to have launch. While I had nothing to do so I just follow. I was full at that time so I odered nothing havy. Just some supper. So I ordered big chips and some green drink. Here it is....(tada---)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STOy7l0dX5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eM2nsrbKXD0/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STOy7l0dX5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eM2nsrbKXD0/s320/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274756325415149458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STOy7WJF_KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b6dRMjrjGgs/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STOy7WJF_KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b6dRMjrjGgs/s320/DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274756321206729890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Green stuff........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-9011279580874778938?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/9011279580874778938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=9011279580874778938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9011279580874778938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9011279580874778938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/12/green-goblin.html' title='Green Goblin'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/STOy7l0dX5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/eM2nsrbKXD0/s72-c/DSC01141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-4879344811000936251</id><published>2008-12-01T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:18:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First edition of the final month of the year</title><content type='html'>Well for the first edition of the month, I will review back what did I've done for the whole year until today. I kicked out my year with practical training at Wangsa Melawati at KL. While I was in my practical training, all I can do was counting days. Days really move slowly if we count it but if we don't, it flew very fast. Certain things I've cut down this year such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I quit drinking starting in the middle of this year.&lt;br /&gt;    * I started to stop smoking but it is getting hard. Now I smoke for half a box a day compared to before I smoked for a box or even 2 box a day.&lt;br /&gt;    * I started to not fall in love since I felt in love once (silly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened actually but this year I am personally thing that this year is a bad luck year for everyone. Since my blog can be viewed by anonymous, So I just make it as secret as possible because not anything we can share to people so that there is still story I can save it for my personal. Just like Mariah Carey did to MTV Crips where she did not want to show her own room because nothing left for herself. I just love wondering myself around and last night, my friend Aziluth was calculating the ticket fair from Malaysia to Norway to visit our elskede venner in Norway. The time available for them is on Summer where that is the time where most four season country in the whole world having their long holiday. So, the ticket estimated RM 1,600 for one way means for return ticket will be RM 3,200. I really need that bunch of money so I have to work things out. So anywho knows any part time job can pay around RM 1,000 a month, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-4879344811000936251?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/4879344811000936251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=4879344811000936251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4879344811000936251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/4879344811000936251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-edition-of-final-month-of-year.html' title='First edition of the final month of the year'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3225429637488950390</id><published>2008-11-27T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:36:13.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS69cofEbEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oWdRdR01gmM/s1600-h/problem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS69cofEbEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oWdRdR01gmM/s320/problem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273360513299147842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PROBLEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;LOOK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROBLEMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3225429637488950390?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3225429637488950390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3225429637488950390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3225429637488950390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3225429637488950390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/11/problem.html' title='Problem'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS69cofEbEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/oWdRdR01gmM/s72-c/problem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8833264431747365424</id><published>2008-11-27T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:24:39.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS6y_xWR6AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MJ1oUuC_CN8/s1600-h/752px-John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS6y_xWR6AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MJ1oUuC_CN8/s320/752px-John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273349022345717762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it really fun sometimes to have nightmare. I personally have so many nightmares that I don't really give a damn. But recently, along this week, I have this terrible nightmare. I start when I was at my college. I went to that college just to watch TV while I was staying in my rented house. The college seems so strange because it was circular just like my old school and there was two shophouses along and a piece of bushes before my rented house. So I watched TV until 12 a.m. at night and I was remember that together watching TV with me were handsome boy unknown who was sitting next to me and Sem (my former friend) seating behind me. While I was watching TV, I had the difficulty on breathing like I had an asthma. Well as usual, Sem in my dream was menyibuk asking me this and that about my asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to my house and on the way, I dropped at my friend's shop just asking her to walk me back to my house because I was afraid. That was my biggest phobia where I cannot walk alone especially at night because I had for many time robbed. That leaves scar on me. So on my was back, I was robbed by two guys (typical penjenayah face). I was so afraid so I ran toward busy road. On that road, I saw Senai (my classmate) driving mini car. The car was so small and even the robber can hold the car with just one leg. Silly wasn't it. I was so nervous and I breathe too hard. Then i woke up and still breathing hard. I guess for the hole nightmare, I was breathing hard. That really affect me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今、日本語バージョンのものです。私は約束した、私は日本語で書きてからです。私はここになにもないアイデアを持っているので書きます。でも、約束は約束です。それから、魚のものです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS65q0LtWMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FI8GgHOtSqs/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS65q0LtWMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FI8GgHOtSqs/s320/DSC01121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273356358910826690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS65rfMyx1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uJc3qDYvsxA/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS65rfMyx1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uJc3qDYvsxA/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273356370458101586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;この写真は魚です。魚はいわしですと私はめっちゃ好きに食べるようにね。いわしは私の一番好きです。いわしはオメガオイルがいますので、あなたの健康に良いこと。さあ、毎日魚を食べてでもいいよ。ありがとうね。じゃあありません。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/aieem/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8833264431747365424?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8833264431747365424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8833264431747365424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8833264431747365424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8833264431747365424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/11/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SS6y_xWR6AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MJ1oUuC_CN8/s72-c/752px-John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3452382623628775975</id><published>2008-11-22T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:31:06.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakker Norsk (jeg da)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;For i dag, ville jeg gjerne skrive på norsk. Jeg tror jeg er en phony person fordi jeg utro fordi jeg bruker slags nettside for å oversette. Jeg vil bare ikke bryr seg fordi jeg ikke er flink i norsk. Jeg er bare en nybegynner på norsk. Jeg begynte å lære norsk gjennom mine norske venner. En av dem er halvt norsk, halvt malaysiske og et annet er halvt norsk, halvt egyptisk. De er begge virkelig arbeider hardt med å undervise meg norsk. Takk til dem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg prøver å lære svensk, men det virker som at norsk er enklere enn svensk. En av årsaken kan jeg lære norsk før svensk selv om norsk sa svensk er forståelig. Akkurat som malaysiske malayer og indonesisk. Folk fra utlandet kanskje tro de er to forskjellige språk men både forståelig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeg er her bare for å fortelle at jeg allerede ferdig med min diplom og venter på at min søknad for å fortsette Bachelorgrad. Det vil bare ta to år for meg å fullføre min Bachelorgrad så vil jeg ha min egen plan. Jeg var planlegging at etter jeg er ferdig med min bachelorgrad, jeg vil jobbe et sted i Europa. Jeg forstår ikke helt vet hvorfor jeg velger Europa. Min foreleser foreslå meg å fungere i Irland siden Irland nå i toppen av konstruksjonen syklus der gamle bygninger skal rives og bygge en ny bygning. Glemmer å fortelle deg at jeg Kvantum Kartlegging student i ett på universitetet i Malaysia lol. Jeg lære mer om hvordan du kan bygge kostnader. Visse folk ringte Kvantum Kartlegginger, som tok Economist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeg pleide å bruke norsk som språk på Facebook slik at jeg kan lære av det. Men ikke så mye ting jeg kan lære gjennom Facebook. De ordene jeg leaned fra Facebook var 'skrive', 'Neste', 'ble venner ", og sortere på det. Vel, da. Hvis noen feil i artikkelen, kan du fortelle meg slik at jeg kan lære gjennom det. Takk for lesing. Neste artikkel vil være japansk og at jeg vil skrive med mine egne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3452382623628775975?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3452382623628775975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3452382623628775975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3452382623628775975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3452382623628775975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/11/snakker-norsk-jeg-da.html' title='Snakker Norsk (jeg da)'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5023913509720824737</id><published>2008-10-12T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:28:19.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will happen?</title><content type='html'>Actually nothing really happen just that for the whole week I am a busy man with my works. The most important thing is that I have to finish my final project before this wednesday. I am here with nothing to write just that I want to wish all of the readers Selamat Hari Raya. We celebrate Hari Raya for a month so with this opportunity, it is not late for me to wish. Am I right? People always say better late than never hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I do my works, a friend of mine came passing by. So he greeted me since it is such a long time I did not meet him somehow. So while we had some chat, he showed me of Katarzyna Dolinska picture. If you remember Katarzyna was one of Americas Next Top Model Cycle 10. She was the last five if I am not mistaken. Now, as not a finalist of ANTM, she signed a contract with Elite Model Management. Suprising isn't it? And also Anya Rozova also signed with Elite Model Management. You can see Anya Rozova protfolio here &lt;a href="http://www.elitemodel.com/details.aspx?navbtn=1&amp;amp;city=NY&amp;amp;indx=1&amp;amp;subid=4668&amp;amp;mainsubid=4668&amp;amp;io=111&amp;amp;from"&gt;http://www.elitemodel.com/details.aspx?navbtn=1&amp;amp;city=NY&amp;amp;indx=1&amp;amp;subid=4668&amp;amp;mainsubid=4668&amp;amp;io=111&amp;amp;from&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;and Katarzyna Dolinska here &lt;a href="http://www.elitemodel.com/details.aspx?navbtn=1&amp;amp;city=NY&amp;amp;modelid=315475&amp;amp;pic=338.jpg&amp;amp;subid=4668&amp;amp;mainsubid=4668&amp;amp;io=000&amp;amp;indx=4"&gt;http://www.elitemodel.com/details.aspx?navbtn=1&amp;amp;city=NY&amp;amp;modelid=315475&amp;amp;pic=338.jpg&amp;amp;subid=4668&amp;amp;mainsubid=4668&amp;amp;io=000&amp;amp;indx=4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5023913509720824737?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5023913509720824737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5023913509720824737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5023913509720824737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5023913509720824737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-will-happen.html' title='What will happen?'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-8033570105336670576</id><published>2008-10-04T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:25:07.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembu</title><content type='html'>I never be a fan of any creature that look like lembu but this type of lembu really twist my perception towards the physic of this creature. It is so damn cute and I do not really know where this came from but my instinct told me that this lembu brought by my sister. Just enjoy the picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpxk1UWI/AAAAAAAAADg/vAWRpEozuss/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpxk1UWI/AAAAAAAAADg/vAWRpEozuss/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253103336847397218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpWTYqaI/AAAAAAAAADI/vOZqShrOOFk/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpWTYqaI/AAAAAAAAADI/vOZqShrOOFk/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253103329526458786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpuNxyuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Ibj6EUELGg/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpuNxyuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8Ibj6EUELGg/s320/DSC00609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253103335945390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFp_M5VZI/AAAAAAAAADY/8zXZmrdQi8M/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFp_M5VZI/AAAAAAAAADY/8zXZmrdQi8M/s320/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253103340505093522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFqB8flNI/AAAAAAAAADo/uGEcwojzD28/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFqB8flNI/AAAAAAAAADo/uGEcwojzD28/s320/DSC00613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253103341241603282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-8033570105336670576?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/8033570105336670576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=8033570105336670576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8033570105336670576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/8033570105336670576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/10/lembu.html' title='Lembu'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SObFpxk1UWI/AAAAAAAAADg/vAWRpEozuss/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-7214774404337810700</id><published>2008-10-04T09:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:17:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano lesson</title><content type='html'>Last time I went to my cousin's house because she do some open house. Then suddenly her father told me that she can play Claudine song which is played by Maxim. She feel bored with the song because her father keep on forcing her to play it and I personally felt asleep when taking the video (I was sleepy at that tome lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-577d9cde4b74b192" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D577d9cde4b74b192%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331602200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49ADD3DB7D564583FC2A82094ECF9421DFFFFF0B.3C828A59A0FEF637DFC3D177E7800FF135DFE1DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D577d9cde4b74b192%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daalyhgry0edP6y6-E6luU2nKhHg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D577d9cde4b74b192%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331602200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49ADD3DB7D564583FC2A82094ECF9421DFFFFF0B.3C828A59A0FEF637DFC3D177E7800FF135DFE1DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D577d9cde4b74b192%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Daalyhgry0edP6y6-E6luU2nKhHg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another song she played at that night is To Zanakard from FF theme. She just recieve the score and never practice or even play it. She is good to play piano now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3d4194621b0cdc29" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3d4194621b0cdc29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331602200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49BF4844F11AAEE487989C98C662385005FA4DD4.7AEA293795C6B6B070FCAF03C587C62E5EBD07C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3d4194621b0cdc29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Lr9C3svB-MWp8kPSHSVCgu2U50&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3d4194621b0cdc29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331602200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49BF4844F11AAEE487989C98C662385005FA4DD4.7AEA293795C6B6B070FCAF03C587C62E5EBD07C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3d4194621b0cdc29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1Lr9C3svB-MWp8kPSHSVCgu2U50&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-7214774404337810700?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/7214774404337810700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=7214774404337810700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7214774404337810700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/7214774404337810700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/10/piano-lesson.html' title='Piano lesson'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-5884446719352294639</id><published>2008-09-19T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:08:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Japanese is in the air...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbKgiCGI/AAAAAAAAACg/OYo7QlqY1W8/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbKgiCGI/AAAAAAAAACg/OYo7QlqY1W8/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247714379354474594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbUb3pqI/AAAAAAAAACo/J3Q8tkNW1Ww/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbUb3pqI/AAAAAAAAACo/J3Q8tkNW1Ww/s320/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247714382019274402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbpsobNI/AAAAAAAAACw/sw855PkmzEE/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbpsobNI/AAAAAAAAACw/sw855PkmzEE/s320/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247714387726724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbt-3TkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_DjMZjzCALU/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbt-3TkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_DjMZjzCALU/s320/DSC00521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247714388876938818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgb7kRDdI/AAAAAAAAADA/BfbSct3v9vI/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgb7kRDdI/AAAAAAAAADA/BfbSct3v9vI/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247714392523476434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now I would like to talk about Japanese all over the air. As you all know that Japan is a vast country that have many things in action in just a blink of eye. I so in love with Japan but I have no idea about settle down there because of everything is so expensive and eventually I am not a type of robo-human just like Japanese do. I can say that I can speak Japanese well but not that well though. Able to read and write in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister went to Japan last winter for exchange student. So now she already came back and lately her 'mother' sent her parcel since she is now in the college. Of all goodies her mother gave her, some of it I pictured inside such YUI's album, the 'CHOKOBI' which ShinChan's favourite and many things more. But the Japanese clog was bought by my sister and the thing that interesting about the clog is that she bought it at Satok. Where else can you find weired things except for Satok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago (but still in this fasting month), my friend Dewi went back to Kuching from India. She promised Azie and I for the break fast togather which is on her treat but eventually when she was still in India, she was robed but the locals. Due to that accident, we have to find somwhere cheaper so we end up at Japanese retaurant. I odered UNAGI means eel. I never eat eel before so that time must be my first time. So I wonder what will it taste but end up it taste just like other fish. On the picture above was a cut of eel on my rice. Feel free to try it hehehehe. We also ate some (generally I call it) sushi or maybe sushis. I think I want to write some other blog in Japanese so wait for my next post okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-5884446719352294639?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/5884446719352294639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=5884446719352294639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5884446719352294639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/5884446719352294639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/09/japanese-is-in-air.html' title='The Japanese is in the air...'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SNOgbKgiCGI/AAAAAAAAACg/OYo7QlqY1W8/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-1852464944058333435</id><published>2008-08-30T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:50:49.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj6zhGSITI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q0GWOxKh0aM/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj6zhGSITI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q0GWOxKh0aM/s320/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240213929410568498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj7I7ktTGI/AAAAAAAAACI/6RL3DcVa1ZI/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj7I7ktTGI/AAAAAAAAACI/6RL3DcVa1ZI/s320/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240214297294752866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj7tSd5RJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qoax5Af_joY/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj7tSd5RJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qoax5Af_joY/s320/DSC00354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240214921915483282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the Spring and would like to try on Korean food... Here is KimChi soup I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj7UNV78lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WnYudRcvwhU/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj7UNV78lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WnYudRcvwhU/s320/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240214491043197522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is RaMyeon... Taste like instant RaMyeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-1852464944058333435?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/1852464944058333435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=1852464944058333435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1852464944058333435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/1852464944058333435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-to-spring-and-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLj6zhGSITI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q0GWOxKh0aM/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-9089396176743478847</id><published>2008-08-30T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:04:09.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjNOXBc4uI/AAAAAAAAABI/IC2G7IxohSk/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjNOXBc4uI/AAAAAAAAABI/IC2G7IxohSk/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163813027537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since long time people didn't give me birthday present but for now suddenly this person gave me this pencil holder hahaha. surprising isn't it eh?! Nah this person promised me to give a present then this person should give me then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjiw52Hc2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xvCytn-Mlis/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjiw52Hc2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xvCytn-Mlis/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240187496234972002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjOKC3DetI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jHnMwOdbT7s/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjOKC3DetI/AAAAAAAAABQ/jHnMwOdbT7s/s320/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240164838407371474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another version of it hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-9089396176743478847?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/9089396176743478847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=9089396176743478847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9089396176743478847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/9089396176743478847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday-gift.html' title='My Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjNOXBc4uI/AAAAAAAAABI/IC2G7IxohSk/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-3097274401529500415</id><published>2008-08-30T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:29:28.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My School Books</title><content type='html'>For this semester, I add up 2 more new books. The books are Malaysian Standard Method of Measurement for Civil Engineering Works (CESMM) and Pengenalan Kepada Pentadbiran Kontrak. Well these books really help me a lot I guess hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjLVPgRUJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sXEnAASQgDY/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjLVPgRUJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sXEnAASQgDY/s320/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240161732245147794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjLxp6BRaI/AAAAAAAAABA/JgTa9biIlm8/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjLxp6BRaI/AAAAAAAAABA/JgTa9biIlm8/s320/DSC00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240162220368807330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-3097274401529500415?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/3097274401529500415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=3097274401529500415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3097274401529500415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/3097274401529500415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-school-books.html' title='My School Books'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SLjLVPgRUJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/sXEnAASQgDY/s72-c/DSC00307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-2291341514749757740</id><published>2008-07-27T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:13:47.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SItxsCO5ZOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZsI_ot_INB4/s1600-h/bear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SItxsCO5ZOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZsI_ot_INB4/s320/bear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227396793821127906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SItxsZtJcNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/evklWCw25bs/s1600-h/rabbit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SItxsZtJcNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/evklWCw25bs/s320/rabbit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227396800122024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you love to eat egg? Does egg savour your appetite? I actually do not really favor egg but it is fine for you to serve me egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture had been taken from the website www.iloveegg.co.kr. It is very cute and I love it so much. Same goes with the web address hahaha. Well of all character, I favour the Rabbit Egg and Bear Egg. First, both of them so cute then I was born in the year of Rabbit. LOL, it is the symbol of playboy. It is true ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-2291341514749757740?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/2291341514749757740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=2291341514749757740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2291341514749757740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/2291341514749757740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-egg.html' title='I Love Egg'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SItxsCO5ZOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZsI_ot_INB4/s72-c/bear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-472826003311597620</id><published>2008-07-27T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:27:43.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This is my favourite. Talking about love because love is an art of feelings. It cannot be defined as word but there are many word defines love. In fact every language that exist in this world have the special word for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, for me, describes as a wonderful feeling, butterflies in the stomach, towards any life creature including mankind, animals and even some person fall in love with plans which i might call as hobby hahaha (enough crap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today i want to talk about love from human to human. No other living creature exist. Fall in love is the sweetest thing would ever happens in our life. It is true because everyone who is falling in love or in love right now would smile. Eventually not everyone can feel love. It is lucky u have a true love once. If it twice even luckier. Because Giselle (the top model) said some people can even feel love. Well, I am slightly disagree with that because everyone must feel love. It is just that they are not sailing by their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we talk about love, the Nil and Egypt of it must be sex. Personally I think love and sex should be sitting apart from each other. Sex must not include in love. Just that your sex must be superb if you do it with someone you love. Because sex does not rely only on the penetration but touching and even words can really make you orgasm even more. Enough about sex because this is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had love once. It is amusing but in the same time I am changed. I even not sharing my time with friends more but wasting my time with some one so-called love. It is not wasting time I can say because it is a great time and very pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are no longer with some one you love with or in other word it called 'breaking-up', I bet it is very painful. Tears fall apart and you think you are most lonely. Even you promise you will never do this but deep down, you are. I have nothing to say about this but for those who broke-up, time will heal. Just let the bygones bygone and we start the new thing. It is not a penchant or what-so-ever, but this thing really happens. Do not regret and never blame god because god do this for reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am enough with love already so if you have anything for me to write about, just give me a note (am I a journalist hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-472826003311597620?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/472826003311597620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=472826003311597620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/472826003311597620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/472826003311597620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725989620548162379.post-6146759219496573647</id><published>2008-07-23T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:42:31.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Issue</title><content type='html'>This is my first writing in this first unstable, corrupted internet shop. I rather online at my own place just that I am away :(. This must be standard because this is my first blog in this blogger system. I used to write blog before but not here hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say here (writing while feel disturbia with this annoyed keyboard). I watch Gossip Girl recently. Anybody should know about that series. It's about blogger telling gossips about Manhattan elit hahahaha. Silly must be they. Gossiping as if they were given money for that. Isn't that series from books because I think I found the books somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to write here just that gossiping is not my thing. I rather talking about people's retarded mind thinking about the word for now. Thay are seem like thinking that they are smart (in other word I am) but actually they are expressing they thought (am I craping now?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start craping more, I should stop hahahahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725989620548162379-6146759219496573647?l=aieem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/feeds/6146759219496573647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5725989620548162379&amp;postID=6146759219496573647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6146759219496573647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725989620548162379/posts/default/6146759219496573647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aieem.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-issue.html' title='First Issue'/><author><name>Isbjørn Fra Nord</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15476007184908878170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WGZl6TYi_yw/SbTZ17YlFSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IOPM1QlI6pc/S220/aux+armes,+citoyens.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
