<?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-994261016205518867</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:05:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karau's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-6986391984511814401</id><published>2009-08-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:30:41.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses versus Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(184, 229, 253); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h4 class="blogHeader" style="font-size: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Roses on Valentine's Day... Hm... I keep on asking myself, why do we give roses to someone whom we love particularly on Valentine's Day? Well, certainly, a majority of them say, It is a way for us to express our LOVE... *cough very badly, spilling out my saliva* A stupid answer I would comment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogEntryContent" style="margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sanitized"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Well, by the time you wana purchase the roses, I do admit, it looks so beautiful. Well, the girls are always happy whenever they receive those... After a few days, the roses will breath out their life and wilt... Their petals and leaves will fall off one by one... Wow... What a great way of symbolising their love... You have the brain, you should know what I am trying to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;So I am looking for an answer to my doubt, so what is the best way to symbolise our love???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;I was browsing through the internet and google for poems. I was astounded by Carol Ann Duffy on her poem: Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;After I have completed reading her poem, I reject the traditional way of symbolising our love, instead, Onions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;But then, is it a wise thing to do like, on the Valentine's day, in the public, worse in the crowd, kneeling in the front of her to give a special gift on that memorable precious day, when she is expecting roses, atleast a stalk of rose, instead I give her onions~???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;So read the following poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Not a red rose or a satin heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I give you an onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;It promises light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;like the careful undressing of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;It will blind you with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;like a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;It will make your reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;a wobbling photo of grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I am trying to be truthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Not a cute card or a kissogram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I give you an onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;possessive and faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;as we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;for as long as we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;if you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Lethal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Its scent will cling to your fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;cling to your knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Extracted from: http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/carol_ann_duffy/poems/8116&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994261016205518867-6986391984511814401?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/6986391984511814401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=6986391984511814401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/6986391984511814401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/6986391984511814401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/08/roses-versus-onion.html' title='Roses versus Onion'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-4136945746183666366</id><published>2009-07-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:41:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy is nourished by courtesy...&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/994261016205518867-4136945746183666366?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/4136945746183666366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=4136945746183666366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/4136945746183666366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/4136945746183666366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day_30.html' title='Quote of the day....'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-968773634791562773</id><published>2009-07-30T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:40:50.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming in pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just don't understand. Whenever people talk to me as they like, i don't want to deny, i do get offended sometime. i just keep to myself, i don't want to make the situation worse. but people, i do have feeling, i can't just keep silent all the time. when i reply to these sort of people on what they have said, they got angry and warn me 'cakap jaga2' and macam apa cakap 'perangai mu ani lain'. Oh duh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What the hell!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO WHAT ARE YOU?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Does that mean u can say anything you like to me and it's ok to use offensive words and do not have to think twice or more that will i get offended by all your words with your 'very nice' attitude? so you are saying that, I must, have to mind your feeling and you guys don't have to do so? If I don't, i know your forever impression is I am the creature on this earth with the very bad attitude. Oh thanks a lot~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I am standing for the truth now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You got angry with all that unreasonable thoughts because you guys are COWARDS who CANNOT HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Typical Malays. Malays seem to be so traditional all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/994261016205518867-968773634791562773?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/968773634791562773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=968773634791562773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/968773634791562773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/968773634791562773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/screaming-in-pain.html' title='Screaming in pain'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-2863582063964546647</id><published>2009-07-29T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:23:57.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Friend in need is a friend indeed"&lt;/span&gt;&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/994261016205518867-2863582063964546647?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/2863582063964546647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=2863582063964546647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2863582063964546647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2863582063964546647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-1512659514513212755</id><published>2009-07-28T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:51:19.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying in pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank to God for giving me tears as it helps to relieve my pain... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really appreciate my friends as they are always there for me when I need them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Seriously, I never thought that my life is this bad. I do not want to say anything now as people tend to manipulate things and create their own story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It tends to be a trend to people nowadays as they wana find the shortest way to make people to be on his side. How pathetic. Sometime, I feel ashame to accept the fact that I am a Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've suffered a lot of huge problems and my life is never getting better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It gets worse from time to time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am living in misery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank to God for that because He makes me realise and teaches me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HOW TO APPRECIATE MY LIFE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is very short yet is a precious gift from him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many people who are granted with a good life do appreciate it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;"How cruel the world is, ask yourself. How bad the person is, mind yourself..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;"The person you thought to be your frind could be someone who is very dangerous to u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;and the person who you thought very bad could be a friend of u..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do not listen and simply believe on something without knowing the whole story"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"One side could be true but it wouldn't last long when you explore from the both sides"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am mentally and emotionally unstable at the moment... I am so sorry frens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please give me some time...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/994261016205518867-1512659514513212755?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/1512659514513212755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=1512659514513212755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/1512659514513212755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/1512659514513212755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/crying-in-pain.html' title='Crying in pain'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-7713115446925514182</id><published>2009-07-26T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:48:19.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whenever I think of you, I smiled with fruitless hopes as I knew there's no more me in your heart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(Karau,2009)&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/994261016205518867-7713115446925514182?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/7713115446925514182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=7713115446925514182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/7713115446925514182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/7713115446925514182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day....'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-2478819246074924419</id><published>2009-07-24T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:40:35.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hm... Perhaps this is just a short one. To be frank, I don't have any idea what to type on, but I feel like I want to put something on my blog. My apology if you don't understand what I am typing because I will just talk crap all the way~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I was in form 6 when I first heard about blog. It made me think, why do we need a blog?&lt;br /&gt;Is it necessary? Almost everybody has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;It made me curious and I started to search on blog.&lt;br /&gt;A stupid thing perhaps, not knowing a very simple popular word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Generally, a blog is like an online diary its either can be read by the public or selected people only.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have the gut to express their opinion, be it sensitive or not, they will allow the whole world to know what they are writing. So... A question suddenly popped out from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;If that is so, is it good to have a blog???&lt;br /&gt;I was a member of English Debate Club at PTEB. Afraid of getting selected to represent the school (I could see from the respond of the teacher in-charge at that time), I opted out without their knowledge. hehe. The debating topic was 'Blogging is detrimental to your life'. I did have a lot to argue on but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just activate myself with blog recently. My life is always flooded with problems that burden myself. I do have friends to express and share my problems to, but I don't think they can tolerate to always listen to me 24/7. Hm... So I try to write it on this blog...&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to get some sort of attraction or sympathy from people but I don't have any other option to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Blog is my only effective way to minimise my problems in my life that I can no longer tolerate their accumulation on my shoulders....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Occassionally, I tend to view people's blog and apparently they are doing the same. Sometime, by reading people's problems, it makes us to think and realise the mistakes that shouldn't be done by anyone. At the same time, if we really have the heart, we try to give our opinion and advise to these people. And to ourselves, we will try not to make such mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Change for the better =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am really interested reading my niece's blog. It really attracts me to read on. I know she has problems too, school's problems and so on that she shouldn't be having at her present age. Eventually, everything is expressed on the blog...&lt;br /&gt;I believe u guys having a blog for some reasons to.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reasons, at least it helps you to enjoy your life.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your self away from the devilish world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O.... Wow... What am I saying???? Argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am just a wee bit disappointed because it is very hard for me to escape from problems.&lt;br /&gt;It has become part of my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am sorry guys if you are irritated with all my posts...&lt;br /&gt;What I am doing is only for one reason...&lt;br /&gt;To reduce the problems i am having and try to relax my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Cutta Here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994261016205518867-2478819246074924419?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/2478819246074924419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=2478819246074924419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2478819246074924419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2478819246074924419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog.html' title='Blog???'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-4241987070743610182</id><published>2009-07-23T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:43:29.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice but weird... keh keh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, Zatul likes to edit pictures so I gave her some tasks to do... Below is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice but yeah... weird... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Smho4gtJk-I/AAAAAAAAAII/JanWn9do-60/s1600-h/wow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Smho4gtJk-I/AAAAAAAAAII/JanWn9do-60/s400/wow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650676445844450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SmhopPJsi0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/O6Xv2ayiUH4/s1600-h/wow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SmhopPJsi0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/O6Xv2ayiUH4/s400/wow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361650414035700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SmhoODe99nI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7Y38-Gs3-5w/s1600-h/wow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SmhoODe99nI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7Y38-Gs3-5w/s400/wow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361649947047229042" 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/994261016205518867-4241987070743610182?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/4241987070743610182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=4241987070743610182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/4241987070743610182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/4241987070743610182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice-but-weird-keh-keh.html' title='Nice but weird... keh keh'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Smho4gtJk-I/AAAAAAAAAII/JanWn9do-60/s72-c/wow3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-2638530401086814777</id><published>2009-07-23T01:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:25:20.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It is kind of hard for me to define what love is and what a special relationship is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I love someone, I don't just say "I LOVE YOU" to the person, because for me it is something that can't be simply be said by words... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN FEEL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Karau, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How do I prove my love to the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well... Love is a matter of chemistry between couples... Intimate actions, unreliable sweet words and promises are just not me. I am not that type of guy. It is the chemistry which is very important. When I managed to make my beloved one happy, needs me, misses me etc I think I have proven my love. When myself feel the same, that is the time when I realise that I can feel the pure love from my beloved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, do u think by saying 'I LOVE YOU' can convince each other?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do I hope from the person in the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loyalty, honesty, sincerity and happiness...  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be committed in your love relationship so that you will be able to have a long term relationship and happy to be together...&lt;br /&gt;Not to exaggerate but at least, both of you would feel that, you are perfect for each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Karau, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We can have 'Sex' with anyone easily but not 'LOVE'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you really understand the meaning of love, it is very precious that you will never thought to spoil it. Take a good care of it every single second. Try your best to always win 'his' heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime... One way to show our love to the person whom we love is by doing a sort of scarification... Like letting the person go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I think I like the definition of love from 'Ketika Cinta Bertasbih...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgczybyRz68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgczybyRz68&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;p/s: I have been alone for years and I really miss my good old days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994261016205518867-2638530401086814777?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/2638530401086814777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=2638530401086814777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2638530401086814777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2638530401086814777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-kind-of-hard-for-me-to-define.html' title=''/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-8264786271212954698</id><published>2009-07-14T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:46:49.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business oh business...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When I was just a boy i had started to think of my future. A doctor or a businessman? I decided to become a doctor and took science subjects when I was in school (up to A-Level). After my A-Level, everything suddenly changed. I had to make a hard decision and ultimately, I do a business programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;With the transition that I made, it makes me to keep on asking myself. Am I doing a right thing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Well to start with during my first semester, I felt intimidated by a pool of people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I was suffocated by their business knowledge. In every lecture that I attended, they always shot and threw answers. Well, I was with my locked mouth (ahem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As the day passed, I began to enjoy the lectures. I have the interest and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I started to fall in love with business. I started to read and make my own research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Islamic Business Ethics, at the time was lectured by Dr. Saad Al-Haran, really intrigued me, although I kept on yawning and wished to skip his lectures. But the all the words that came out from his mouth are really useful and really applicable to our life easily. The researcg that should be done by us, was done by him. He kept on giving us articles that recently happened in Brunei. That was the moment that I always waiting for during the lecture. That was when I take business seriously. And the story about Wu Chun really inspired me... (scroll down to read about him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It has been five months when I first initiated. I did what my lectures have told me (to the whole class to be exact). I can say it very encouraging. The profit that I earn is always more than I expected. In doing a business, bear in mind, we need to prepare ourselves, get ready to cross obstacles. The obstacles that lead us to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ourlife is just like a Tyre. When it moves, the upper part will go down and later it goes up back. It does not happen only once, but it goes on... It is so applicable to our life. Sometime we succeed and sometime we fail. Do not get too sad if we fail because, it is time when we observe our mistakes, weakness and try to improve, fix and if possible avoid it. We always learn from our mistakes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Business or life always has 'UPS AND DOWNS'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you don't experience it, you lie and you are A LIAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I always experience it. I used to like, felt so down and discouraged me to move on. Later when I realise it, listen and learn a lot from people, I started to wake up. I am now a loyal listening ear to complainers (customers...). I make all those complains as my motivation to move on, to be stronger and improve myself. Customer is always right but, I agree with my sister when she said 'Customer is not always right!' It gives me strentgh to move on! Thanks for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I thank immesurably to my parents because they are the one who came up with the idea to do the business that I am doing at the moment. They are my backbone in the business. Obviously, my mother doesn't stand still, she is the one who always seek for customers for me. When I got compalined, I am not the one who actually need to deall with it, she had to face it as well. I never blamed her just because the customers are from her instead I always thank her and always try my best to make her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Parents, particularly a mother, always wants the best for their children. No matter what, how hard the thing would take, they definitely would do it. Unlike us, we can't do a simple order for our parents. Whenever I got scolded or something like that, I only smile as not to hurt her. If I did hurt her, it didn't actually hurt as compare to the pain she had to suffer by the time she gave birth to me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I take my business seriously, keep on doing research on how to improve it and also myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My hardworking on my business and how serious I am is hardly seen by family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;They always ask me, where have I been because it is very hard to see me at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I always go out to see the 'world'. Learn by myself how to be a successful business man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I am not same as a malay saying 'Hangat-hangat tahi ayam'. When I determine, I will do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Prove to people that I am capable of doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will prove to my self, to my family and to people out there, one day can be a successful businessman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insyaallah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Till then... Later~&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/994261016205518867-8264786271212954698?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/8264786271212954698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=8264786271212954698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8264786271212954698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8264786271212954698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/business-oh-business.html' title='Business oh business...'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-8743190589416111720</id><published>2009-07-13T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:38:49.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not know why suddenly most of my words full with motivation. It it because my life is always flooded with problems actually I start to motivate myself and people? Hm... Weird and odd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It was, just when I had a chat with my ancient friend Zatul. We were talking about education, how to succeed yadda yadda. She seems like kinda having low self-esteem and talked about failure. So I asked her quite a random answer to her question. Then, a question and answer session started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Zatul: How hard is the course?&lt;br /&gt;Me: As hard as slaughtering an aggressive dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;Zatl: Haha, you gotta be kidding! Seriously! If the dinosaur runs away, it is very impossible to chase it. Is there any other way to chase it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Definitely, use a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;Zatul: Haha, I dont have fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motivational talk began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, you see... The fuel is actually your spirit. The helicopter itself is your hardworking, initiative to succeed. By the time u said u didn't have the fuel, that means u didn't have the spirit. When you didn't have the spirit you were not going to work hard and you were not going to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exam, almost 95% of students would say, to get a marginal pass grade is enough. Let us get back to the story, if you were aiming for marginal pass grades, that means you only 'hurt' the dinosaur. It didn't even bleed it. Do you think the task that you  had done satisfied you? Only certain people will be able to slaughter and kill the aggressive dinosaur. The aggressive dinosaur is actually the exam. No matter how hard the exam is but if you have the fuel to operate the helicopter, Insyaallah you'll succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Zatul was then blown up to the Pluto hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, does that make sense? I created that by myself just to motivate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lame joke of the day: Go and buy a helicopter and fuel now. You can chase and kill the dinosaur. Hm... How about the weapon? Can you kill the dinosaur without the weapon????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ahem... The weapon is actually the miracle or fortune that comes together with your hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/994261016205518867-8743190589416111720?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/8743190589416111720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=8743190589416111720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8743190589416111720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8743190589416111720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/dinosaur.html' title='Dinosaur...'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-4825813375338505311</id><published>2009-07-11T04:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:51:06.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self as a Borneo Bulletin Reporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As usual on Friday morning, I need to wake up early to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected anything special to happen on 10th July 2009, Friday until my colleague AJ asked me a waking up question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Khairul, have you read the Borneo Bulletin? Your article is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My sleepy eyes suddenly opened widely. Without asking so much questions, I went down to the grocery shop to grab one. Actually you can access it online for free but you know... How would you feel if your piece of writing is read by the whole population of Brunei??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know by now some of you would say, I didn't read it. Duh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Below is the picture of the article that I wrote which I obtained from the website. For a better view, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.brunei-online.com/bb/fri/jul10h15.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SleoBPGOxfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WragWmoO9uc/s1600-h/BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SleoBPGOxfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WragWmoO9uc/s400/BB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356935020966495730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;More to come on Borneo Bulletin ~ How I wish... My sis says, talk to the wall~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame joke of the day: I already talked to the wall what. Nothing happen meh. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994261016205518867-4825813375338505311?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/4825813375338505311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=4825813375338505311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/4825813375338505311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/4825813375338505311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-self-as-borneo-bulletin-reporter.html' title='My Self as a Borneo Bulletin Reporter'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SleoBPGOxfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WragWmoO9uc/s72-c/BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-8863212320655241197</id><published>2009-07-03T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:13:39.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ourselves or people?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I always remember what my teacher told me when I was in my secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"... why do u have to think about people, care about them when they do not even care about you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow her saying is true.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, we do some sort of scarification for people that do not even realise nor know that we made the scarification for them. Instead, what we get in return is totally opposite, not appreciation but depreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on the situation. Sometime, our assumption might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the brain use it wisely, we can think which one is right and which one is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greatest life lessons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not be too lenient to people, as they wouldn't do the same as what you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Don't think too much about people, care about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember we are living in a cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994261016205518867-8863212320655241197?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/8863212320655241197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=8863212320655241197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8863212320655241197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8863212320655241197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/ourselves-or-people.html' title='Ourselves or people?'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-8645478339196784089</id><published>2009-07-03T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:40:29.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do we have to avoid ourselves from saying the word 'die'.&lt;br /&gt;Do not deny yourself, all of us do afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;Well, people believe that our life is such a precious gift from God.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am just wondering, do we really know what exactly life is?&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of life? Why do we have afraid of death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Once, I was asking myself, it's kinda a rude question.&lt;br /&gt;Why I was born?&lt;br /&gt;That question always pops out from my mind whenever I am in misery.&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, my life is quite miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeking for happiness since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to keep on smiling like what people always do.&lt;br /&gt;I am certain, throughout my life, I will never be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;I love being alone.&lt;br /&gt;Keep myself away from people.&lt;br /&gt;That's the only time when my soul at peace.&lt;br /&gt;Giving my mind the only chance to forget the problems that burden myself,&lt;br /&gt;just for a while should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"My life is full of endless obstacles..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The longer our live, the nearer ourselves to death.&lt;br /&gt;Lying myself on the grass of the summit at a beach,&lt;br /&gt;listening to the crushing waves,&lt;br /&gt;I could make an assumption.&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting for ourselves to die.&lt;br /&gt;While we are queuing, we should prepare ourselves to face it.&lt;br /&gt;It is us who makes the decision,&lt;br /&gt;either to go to the heaven or to the hell (a place in which most people are heading to).&lt;br /&gt;For a person like me, I am not looking forward to my death,&lt;br /&gt;but I only have to wait for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I should do is,&lt;br /&gt;to prepare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When the night comes, just before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the power to resist nor to stop it from happen.&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;My only request to God,&lt;br /&gt;just before I breath out my life,&lt;br /&gt;I hope God will fulfill a wish of mine that I've always been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;If it happens,&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah, I will die in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop praying...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kind regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Karau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/994261016205518867-8645478339196784089?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/8645478339196784089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=8645478339196784089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8645478339196784089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8645478339196784089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-1636903100619832903</id><published>2009-06-17T03:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:54:00.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to memory lane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, well, I am not laughing for no reasons. Below are the works of a friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for my pictures to be edited, and she did it and upload them on Facebook without my knowledge and I was a wee bit shocked. Haha. I like her works. It's very nice. Moreover, the pictures were taken at our historical former school PTEB which is no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;Below are the pictures. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss PTEB!!! Just if I could turn the clock...&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean that I want to do the terrible and horrible A-Level again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three following pictures look so gay... HAha.&lt;br /&gt;I was with my friend, Ammarul.&lt;br /&gt;AND Puh-lease... dont get me worng!!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf1mMWP70I/AAAAAAAAAHA/iLUv_bRh2Jw/s1600-h/Titanic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf1mMWP70I/AAAAAAAAAHA/iLUv_bRh2Jw/s400/Titanic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348013119024131906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still wondering, why she sorta comparing us with the titanic couple??? Keh keh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf1704sy9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_G-1dplinj0/s1600-h/Titanic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf1704sy9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_G-1dplinj0/s400/Titanic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348013490683300818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If we were of opposite sex, this picture would be a very nice one. *Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf2YzEae7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XYztdqVwdgk/s1600-h/Titanic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf2YzEae7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XYztdqVwdgk/s400/Titanic+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348013988411767730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are 'normal' pictures =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf2l--2szI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RVb9vjJk_UM/s1600-h/kami1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf2l--2szI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RVb9vjJk_UM/s400/kami1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348014214947975986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf24sOH5rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4CFFaAz1SC0/s1600-h/Kami2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf24sOH5rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4CFFaAz1SC0/s400/Kami2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348014536329258674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf3CtKSAPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Rn7w3EmUz4/s1600-h/kami3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf3CtKSAPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Rn7w3EmUz4/s400/kami3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348014708380270834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like, that is the only picture of mine that she keeps... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Job Zatul!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Please make more which include me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/994261016205518867-1636903100619832903?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/1636903100619832903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=1636903100619832903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/1636903100619832903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/1636903100619832903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-ancient-friends-works.html' title='Down to memory lane...'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/Sjf1mMWP70I/AAAAAAAAAHA/iLUv_bRh2Jw/s72-c/Titanic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-8466781289882115858</id><published>2009-01-09T22:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:41:06.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWdZ900zUHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fp2riOhP7ro/s1600-h/WuChun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWdZ900zUHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fp2riOhP7ro/s320/WuChun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295206056939634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get surprised to see this picture. Yes he is Wu Chun. His real name is Goh Kiat Chun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, he is my idol. It is not because of his good physical  appearance as what all the girls in this world always say, but, it is because of he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"An Entrepreneur Who Sings and Acts..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, in this blog, I will talk my view on him as an idol~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always been thinking to become an entrepreneur at a young age just like him. Everybody knows that he owns Fitness Zone and a chairman of Palm Garden Hotel. It was last year that he was chosen to receive the Asia Pacific Entrepreneurship Award. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last semester at UBD, in Islamic Economics class, we were studying about him but not that much. In order to initiate a businees, it is very important for us to do a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marketing Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;". That is what he did. If I am not mistaken, from what he researched, he found that, Bruneians love to eat. Well you know, when we eat a lot we start to gain weight. I can say, Bruneians particularly women, not to forget men, are very obsessed with their weight. So Wu Chun decided to own a gym as a way to lose weight. Well. I am a member of the Fitness Zone. I think, Wu Chun came up with a brilliant idea to attract customers by conducting different enjoyable classes to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...He has been advocating fitness as a way of life and  invests a lot of time and money in educating the public on the benefits of leading a healthy life style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brunei Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I consider him as a young entrepreneur. I know he is 29 now BUT, at 17, he was already a co-owner  of a pool and  snooker joint, Platinum Cafe. Actually, he wanted to open  a store selling performance  parts of vehicles  before venturing  into Fitness Link, a sport supplements and equipment business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, now I start to think of something to follow his foot step. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994261016205518867-8466781289882115858?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/8466781289882115858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=8466781289882115858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8466781289882115858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/8466781289882115858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-idol.html' title='My Idol'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWdZ900zUHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Fp2riOhP7ro/s72-c/WuChun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-5681515270357084220</id><published>2009-01-05T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:24:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Match Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWIlQra-W2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UkYs2vBkUeU/s1600-h/n578512456_2268739_7198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWIlQra-W2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UkYs2vBkUeU/s320/n578512456_2268739_7198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287829880950381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As FORCED, wahaha, I'm just kidding. People~ This is Hjh Nad who I was talking about. Well, she just declared herself as a "Match Maker" of people and I do not know who the "People" are... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so what we call "gila gila", haha. Yeah, she is a nice person as well. Hjh Nad, I think by now, you already owe me something. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As requested Hjh Nad, I've provided a chatbox for you to say anything you want. Hehe&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/994261016205518867-5681515270357084220?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/5681515270357084220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=5681515270357084220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/5681515270357084220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/5681515270357084220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-match-maker.html' title='Miss Match Maker'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWIlQra-W2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/UkYs2vBkUeU/s72-c/n578512456_2268739_7198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-7825195685351161048</id><published>2009-01-04T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:39:39.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my good friends~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWA7J9-P8EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j2XgGe-Jg6E/s1600-h/Emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWA7J9-P8EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j2XgGe-Jg6E/s200/Emma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287291004973477954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promised, I've uploaded your picture Emma n I grabbed your picture without your knowledge. Ha  ha. Well, yeah, I owe u an apology, but I'm certain that you are just started to smile to see your picture on my blog. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you check my friendster profile, especially in Comment Column, she has just conquered the column :P I can say, she is my regular comment-er with the longest comments~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know much about her because we got to know each other on the internet via friendster with the help of her cousin, Hjh Nad. I'm sorry Nad, your picture is unavailable here. Haha. Well, I can say that she is a good friend of mine and she is a very very nice woman possessing a very sweet smile~&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/994261016205518867-7825195685351161048?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/7825195685351161048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=7825195685351161048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/7825195685351161048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/7825195685351161048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-my-good-friends.html' title='One of my good friends~'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWA7J9-P8EI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j2XgGe-Jg6E/s72-c/Emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994261016205518867.post-2257084956546992418</id><published>2009-01-04T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:04:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Newbie Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWAYgmSU8vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wTefcTXX2J0/s1600-h/28122008241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWAYgmSU8vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wTefcTXX2J0/s320/28122008241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287252910845260530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is the best way to express my opinions and believes that some will not take account for. so I've decided to take action by dedicating my self to blogging. hoping that i will somehow get someone to notice and enjoy my pathetic little mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Karau&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/994261016205518867-2257084956546992418?l=karau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/feeds/2257084956546992418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=994261016205518867&amp;postID=2257084956546992418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2257084956546992418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994261016205518867/posts/default/2257084956546992418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karau.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-blogger.html' title='A Newbie Blogger'/><author><name>Karau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16804540100409824340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWLywq1KXTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NM3ivxZ3NKI/S220/001006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gCBBchAhNGQ/SWAYgmSU8vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wTefcTXX2J0/s72-c/28122008241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
